Life's Metaphors...

Life's ironies never seem to show their face at the righ time, huh? I've been hungering for Common's latest album, BE, to drop because it's as if my life has been relived through his words. It's that real. It's odd when your illest connection to a subliminal world is through the thoughts of an artist - and stranger. I guess that's the true testament of an artform; its ability to speak to you in a toungue native to your ears and quench a thirst for things best left for others to say. It's hard to not want to live a glamarous life and still feel good at the end of day. It's as though I'm in a constant struggle of avoiding life's obstacles, when being inundated with plenty stress at the same time. You win some and you lose some, but one day it'll all make sense, right? Who knows. Plagiarism is wrong, but it's free dammit. If only I could lift verses and pen my own autobiogrpahy, I'd have a clearer sense of what my true purpose is. Or maybe my purpose is to be that soul searcher seeking truth and stumbling upon my fate as each passing day unravels. I do need to take more time for myself to just reflect on things. But then even such reflection can make you feel guilty. How can I be trying to make myself happy, when it in some way, shape, or form it will adversely affect someone else? Patience may be a virtue, but frustration is a mutha. I guess I'll just have to start jacking those lines and ghostwrite my own melodrama to try and make sense of the madness.

• Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
• I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growin
• Catchin the future, don't know who threw the past
• I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me
• My days be spent, behind dream's tent
• Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see
• I don't draw with em, cause they was born to trace
• Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me
• Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally