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How often. (Ominous) Date: 09/29/04 Time: 2:00 PM |
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I'm just a brown skin male, so relax, have a nick name as a laxative. I'm not really one to look for trouble, but it finds me regardless. I spend few bits of my time here and there reading. A few more listening to my uncle while he's preaching. More portions of it online seeking something that's not going to fulfill me. 70 percent of my day, hard to say, but I know I'm not being real with myself. The rest I spend posing in front of the mirror, just trying to figure out what's wrong with what's moving. I smoke on and off, but this time I'm stopping at least until I'm successful. Took me a while to realize it, altering mind states is a personal luxury. I've spoiled myself through out my youth, that's why my life's career is just a smear. Wasted my time, should have spend it studying. Wasted my funds, should have placed in my savings. Every one who knows me, knows I've been through plenty of rainy days. I hold the doors open for people when I go out, trying to be polite. But it seems every one turns a blind eye to the kind guy. Got nothing against them, it's just a terminology to our modern day society. I won't live to see this earths destruction, so it's corruption is just something I tippy-toe and walk by. Well, we all know humans weren't meant to live forever. At least I like to think we do, but with a brain washed generation. I'd like to follow Plato's philosophy that I know that I know nothing, but some things are too obvious to pass up. Lend a helping hand to family when it's a convenience, but trust that it isn't often enough. When 8 times out of 10 I'm asking them cause I have none. There's a wall in front of I and the crowd behind, and while a great deal turn around. I just dug a hole underground. And once in a blue moon, you see someone with a similar mind state come to help me, come to help you. I'd like to associate with heads to that nature, but you don't find too many in the South, I live in Florida. If you don't like rock, getting crunk or got a burnt neck it's rare to come across poets and cafes. So I spend the average day when I got an over average pay to blow up shirts and send a message. Put the bigger picture together, If my career is rotten and only on an over average pay, how often do you think I get to do what I say? I'd like to mix tapes with some real music, making reference to Hip-Hop and hand it to my youth. But profits don't shoot when I hand quality for free and funds deplete. Disappointed to see my goals laying on the ground sharing space with my mix tape, cause no one wants to listen and they aren't even my lyrics. I use to emcee, but I gave up on that course, leaning towards getting a class A. Permit. Cause a straight education wasn't really working. How can I ask for something that couldn't be given. I'm in the position I am now cause both my parents were immigrants. First generation Hispanic American and I screwed up.
Underground Music · Fri Feb 25, 2005 @ 07:56pm · 0 Comments |
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