My most authentic dreams involve my home town, and following someone through the streets. Sorta chasing them as they stop at different stores and shop at the supermarket then walk through the crowded streets. Sometimes I am right beside them and other times I am trying to catch up as they rush through the crowd to get to the taxi stand. I barely glimpse the back of their head as they weave through the crowd with bags in hand.
There is a constant battle between real life and the life that you have made up in your head. The world is a messy place unkind place constantly in transition. Some people cannot be saved and they cannot save you. We are all just getting by doing what we think is best, avoiding what we can. There is no time like the present - it may not seem that way now but in the future all this will be a distant dream. All in my brain. All in transition. You already have everything you need.
I can't really help the way I am. You have to be somebody, even if you don't know who you are. If you doan know me by now you probably never will. Though all is not lost. All the leaves are brown, everything in its season. Strip clubs and dollar bills, still got my money. Now is the winter of our discontent.
No matter where you are or what you doing you are wasting time. Might as well you waste time doing something you love to do instead of spending it wishing you were somewhere else, in another time or another body or space. Time is too short to spend it complaining, pretending, waiting, hoping for the future while regretting the past. Chill out and have a good time with good friends. All the hard work you do today means nothing if you end up doing the same thing tomorrow just to past the time in the rat race.
I don't know many women that smoke. I see them at parties and random uptown bars like swallow tail butterflies. They intrigue me somewhat like moths to a flame. Kinky reggae. She is probably a man eater, make you work hard, spend hard, make you want all of her love. To know me is to love me. You have to have your vice, embrace it, love it. I doan want the world I want you.
I figure that if a nigga cannot get money anymore and is content with just passing the time until the next high. Then who am I to say no? The poor aren't broke because they don't try hard, they are poor because they are paid shit wages. One day you will leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember and keep those memories safe from regret. Stay high all the time, so that you forget. The ball and chain. The iron balloon. The cross that one has to drag down the road. The train wreck waiting to happen.
There are a few things I hold dear. The things I love and the people I am passionate about. You only have so many hours in the day. Only so many hours to do the same thing you did the day before. Do something you love everyday, because everyday is a new day. You only have your self to blame. When it all comes together it doesn't really matter how high you climb or where you stand but who is holding the ladder when you fall. Now is the winter of our discontent.
I am not sure if this is a constant in other countries but whenever you need to do businesses in a government office you are guaranteed to waste a lot of time. You can tell instantly if the receptionist enters your name in a excel spreadsheet or god forbid a physical book of some kind. You will know right away if you see a large crowd. If there is no crowd then you are certainly doomed. An empty lobby in any other circumstance would idea but not this lobby - this lobby is a black hole. A Friday night going nowhere.
You can only live one life at a time. Might as well make the most of it. Being in two places at the same time is against the laws of physics. Every need got an ego to feed. The grass will always seem greener over the hillside and might be. Everyday is a blessing. Every day is choice. You can make your choices, but don't burn your bridges. Physics and such. Be true to yourself and others. No regrets.
I am not sure what it is but I am getting sick and tired of cheese. Cheese is everywhere. I am not sure why really because in the old days if you wanted cheese you had to get a cheese burger. Or something that was similarly titled "cheese xxxx". Nowadays cheese is omnipresent like rice or monkeys. I think it's some kind of conspiracy or something. I am not sure why you would make everything taste like cheese. Once you add cheese to anything you can't taste anything else. What's the point?
I need to be redeemed. It is the way I am. My evil deeds will catch up to me sooner or later - the future is what it is. This is your life but it is our time. You can change it a little but that train that is going to run you over has already left the station and is gaining speed. No use worrying about the future - it is coming. Bus and women. Money for this art. There is no stopping it. Pray all you want. A fail to kiss is a fail to cope.
No matter how easy things seem to be there is always a regular line and special line. Even simple things are produced in a way which average people can easily consume and be happy about in their average way. You can dream big and even give the appearance of being in a better place than you are. But at the end of the day no one matters except the people who stick around when you go crazy. We all die and a new model always comes out, brand new clip, brand new nine, brand new weed, brand new high. Keep searching.
I am the last person you want to leave inside a airport duty free lounge with money in his pockets. Slow like honey. It is hard to resist ridiculously expensive Prada Gucci sunglasses and designer shirts. If only I was not so prone to accidentally losing sunglasses or leaving them in the danger zone. Maybe I need to spread myself around more. This is how we get by.
The closer things get to perfection, the more likely they are to fall a part. Nothing is perfect - we all live one version of our life at a time. Change your life. Love me until you hate me. All we have are memories and each other. Everything, everyone else doesn't matter. We are driving down a road filled with triple speed bumps and potholes. Its a world of shit but in the end, if you add it all up we only have one life to live. No sense spending it reading the manual.
I hate the feeling. It is like climbing a rope that is hung from the ceiling and reaching the point where your hands can no longer carry the weight of your body. At that point it is a battle with gravity. You will eventually lose. Winner takes it all. The last few ounces of energy are only enough to contemplate on the past journey to this point. The more you hold on - the less you have.