I'm learning to accept where I am, proud I've done all I can, to fight
the strife in life, it definitely isn't fair or right, it just is what
it is, I feel bad for the kids, I really
wasn't well equipped, to handle this thick shit, how do u perservere in
a world consumed with competitive capitalistic business, I don't
empathize believing in utopian retirement bliss, its unrealistic and
very selfish, creates an overeducated self entitled debt enslaved
population that's making existence hellish, add the fact inflation's in
full force, we're expected to be an imaginary super invincible work
horse, but only paid beans, unable to be sustainable or live within a
reasonable means, u must distinguish wants from needs, forget about
fairy tales and dreams, by the way ull be paired up in one man and one
woman teams, forever linked together for all eternity, seems silly
personally, but that's what breeders believe virtually, or more like
virtuously, parents always keep trying to protect and save, is it wrong
to love and worry too much about the child I made, I mean really...fuck
god...he's mine, somehow someway in time I'll find power so divine, he
will never have to experience hurt or pain, it'll never rain, ull stay
the same precious lil boy, so even at 31 ur still single living at home
broke and unemployed, but I should be happy and grateful for my bestowed
blessings, unfortunately in my confession my upbringing has become a
source of resentment, I didn't have to struggle that hard, therefore how
can u be a succesful hip hop star, its underestimatingly condescending
to ask, but ur gay white educated and come from upper middle class, u
earn respect its not given, I'm stuck in childhood prison, controled
free will with limited choice, relate most to Ariel from The Little
Mermaid without a voice, sheltered and ill prepared for survival, cuz as
an adult everyones ur rival, comparison is primal, living an
extravagant lavish lifestyle is vile, what I'm looking for and asking,
is where the fuck is my compassion, I don't want pity or to make u feel
bad, making music just happens to be what I'm talented and good at, so
why can't y'all encourage and help me do that?!?!?!?
Peace and 1,
JC
(2/13/14)
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