Now it's this, blame.. Yup, I do.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

To the Sky and Back

I just found the instrumental to all my current frustrations (Thanks Dilla!).  Now, anyone who has a problem with me stand over here.

*points down*


Anyone that has a problem with my writing stand over there.

*points left*

Anyone that has some unresolved business with me stand over yonder.

*points right*

Anyone that has love for me stay here.

*holds heart*

With that stated, I'm now more equipped to deal with this (baby). If it's misunderstood I have to admit I kind of expect it nowadays.

*Looks up*

Bernie Mac (RIP) is hilarious. *sighs* Happy got sad for a moment.


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So it seems I'm sowing seams just to do so, but honestly I'm curving the desire to write because I don't want the truth to come out tonight. Even as I type these sentences not really knowing where to go. It just flows...

Shouts to Lupe.

Matter of fact shout out to all my favorite emcees. It's been a good minute and 2012 was NOT funny as hell (anyone?). Anyway, as it grows harder for me to subject myself to music that subjects myself in the negative I drift. I'd like to stop for a second to catch 2013 with some well deserved body blows, but admittedly it's a little harder to get down with the get down, til you can't get down no more. Dig?

I'm trying to hold on with everything I have inside me, because to see this love go? Nah, it wouldn't be good.

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Skills... Sold... Truth... Told

I've grown weary over the last few years of looking at what was done. I've taken a keen interest in the path the subject takes to gain the 'what'. HOW was it done? I guess, being someone who's always been overlooked or reconsidered due to the tag attached to a name does that. In other words, skills never told the tale for me and mines. It should have, but that's not the world we live in. So HOW did we get there?

I have to laugh to myself having the foresight to make yet another video game reference (they've started to build up in my writing), but it fits and is the only way I can assure I'm still smarter than need be. Not at all alarming that I could subject what I'm doing into what I'm believing or not. I just want people to stand in agreement. One arm holding themselves as it props the other ever so gracefully to be perched atop their respective chins. Nodding with trance-like focus, because what they've discovered is what I've always known.

Save the punchline there. ^ ^

If I'm hit I'll gain SOMETHING! If I hit you I'll gain more of something, so what is so special about the 'something'? Everything is so contexualized, which is cool until you become the lone individual compartmentalizing each 'thing'/item in its proper form and place (context).

Yeah, it's been a minute. So it's only right if I allow mandate for change. Trying to accept comfortability amidst chaos while whistling while you work. Quite honestly, there's too much work to be done to be content on the couch. Unless ******

(I couldn't find something that made me feel more clever.)

is UP on the same couch helping me out.

I lost it, bummer.

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Or am I just... Senseless?