My sunny days get perpetrated by black thoughts shading the horizon.
I often dream of different realities but none compare to the one that I’m living in at this very moment. It brings chills to my spine to even think such a way but who else really cares? I mean even though we travel the same frequency we’re all on different bands.
Without any of my misjudgment coming into play, it seems that what I see dwindling afar always seeps in the little crack it balances on. A rare but mystifying moment turns to sadness and grief. What does that even have to do with anything you might ask?
Black folk out here wildn’ because of this movie. I ain’t never seen black folk ban together like this since the million man march back in 95. I was still a baby haha. All Def Digital made a video entailing just how influential this movie has become to our generation.
As the title reads, take it how you would like. Haha, yeah so I’m pretty stoned right now but I wanted to get on here and talk you y’all a bit. “Oh so what do you want you fucking weed addict!” I’m first of all let’s clear the air a little bit. I am not a weed addict. I just smoke marijuana on a regular basis because it helps with my minor depression and the fact that I have a lousy out look on life.
I mean it isn’t that bad, I usually look at it is a type of self medication. For example, there is nothing wrong, I’m just high. That statement may sound a very abstract and out there, but don’t question it and just pretend. I mean hell, I know you do anyways because life isn’t what it seems. How so? Let’s take a book and open it. There’s a lot of pages isn’t it? Pages are paper, a common material that is used for a lot of stuff. Now, let’s take paper and put words on it. What have we done? We’ve gave it power!
It makes all sense but hey, I got to stop talking right now. My buddy Daimont is playing Hannibal Buress on his iPhone 4s. (He occasionally argues with Siri). So anyways, I’m going to go.