The Fault In Our Bars

"If you're a writer, then write something"

Those words were ringing in my head the whole way home as my two favorite bags co-existed in the passenger seat. The Knicks just lost, it's not painful anymore though. I've polished off my Popeyes. Not much has changed. So when it comes to writing something I say, challenge accepted. This may not rhyme though. It doesn't have to. If you recall, there was a time when the blog never rhymed. Back at the time of its genesis. I actually told myself I was shutting the blog down for now. Letting it live forever as is, it's quite a story. It's done it's fair share of damage in my life and it also brought me many gifts. Life is all about perspective. This blog is one of the best decisions I've ever made. If you read back to the original post, I said it wouldn't change my life. I severely underestimated the power of an outlet. This was my sanctuary. This was my place to express myself freely. To talk to myself while speaking for others. I reached people I've never come in contact with. I became a voice for people in other states. It was such a great feeling to be understood and heard, even in my darkest days. I'm a very emotional individual. I feel things. I'm also very open, maybe too open. I expressed my joy openly and vividly depicted my depression. The blog got me through my depression. That's why I wrote it out so clearly. I self medicated through the pen. When I became overwhelmed, I wrote. Which is why I was able to walk away from the blog. To shut it down or at least give it a reprieve. I'm happy. I promise. I'm perfectly fine. If you're not sure, go back and read what it looks like when I'm depressed and you'll be able to see the difference. God's got me and I've got the pen. I promise I'll be alright. And when I'm not, I'll let you know. 

Work to be done

Somebody's gotta do it

Lyrical dope

Somebody's gotta move it

So now I've got 2 phones

I'm writing a new song

All about the green, I'm chasing bread like a crouton.

My height the tallest thing I tell a tale about 

My life in stories so dope that I ain't even have to scale it out

Pull the cameras out

I'm putting on a show

Just cause you hear about 

That doesn't mean you know

Apparent crisis left my life flipped

Right back as I write this. 

I'm out here painting lines like when Dre was working the night shift.

I was fighting for my own life so I deserve my own right. When depression took its toll I had to pay my own price. Pricelines, no travel agent. Write crimes, don't have to save them. No adulation. The use of my imagination conducive to the cash I'm chasing. Made it from blogging to music, this is my graduation. 

And as I cross the stage, elated that I'm off the pain. I was born to win so I'ma play until I've lost the game. The game of life, a couple crazy nights. First taste of the feeling of when I'd be getting paid to write. 

They say I was in a manic state so I'm about to annotate. Axis Power bars, the power to make the planet shake. I plan the tape with every hand I shake. Slow and steady, that's how I ran the race. 10 toes down, deep rooted to withstand a quake. 

Young, fly and wavy. They keep trying to clip my water wings. Saucy like I ordered wings, tryna be his daughter's king. Married to the pen, lyrically I'm like the Lord of Rings. Lately I've been off the scene, not too many talk to me. Living in my head, my most reliable source is me. But way too many thought for me when they ain't even talk to me. Setback a step back, shooting as if Shaun's Kareem. 

That's where a hook would go

I've got a slight fear that some things may just never feel the same. My biggest mistake apparently, I let them feel my pain. I was shedding tears of joy, felt it was cause for celebration. Until they grabbed their little boy, and put Shaun on medication.