Why do we do these things???
We think small of ourselves
We cast ominous shadows on our dreams and ambitions
And hide in fear from the chance that we will ever truly be our real selves.
We limit ourselves
With statements made out of cowardice disguised as humility.
You'll never be good enough?
You'll never be loved?
You'll never find worth?
Every day another excuse. Another lie.
Another truth whispered in the dark for only our ears to recieve it.
These thoughts
Manifest into feelings
And take truth as actions.
For good or bad it's no consequence
Now it has happened.
Some feel guilt.
When guilt is not enough to inspire change. It becomes shame.
Shame is the idea that no longer are your actions bad
But you yourself are bad.
And so this now becomes a deep seated belief.
And as time passes. Our failures compound. Reaffirming these beliefs.
Whispering in the dark with only your ears to recieve it.
The kitchen becomes a place of duty
The songs left unsung
Become dust behind a picture frame
Of a photograph where you once
Smiled with the grace of a child
And now....
Just a memory....
Your scared....
Scared of so much and yet so little...
Yeah I think your funny...
******* hilarious....
*** you show me so much love.... love you may not even show yourselves...
You hide behind an excuse...
I may not be worthy?
Who gives a ****?
To fly requires years of falling.
To fish requires dedication...
To love requires patience
And to be yourself requires honesty...
Should you be a bad *** bird who can fly catch fish. Loves bird ***** and knows himself.
Than fox homie we should chill
Ya know light a spiff.
Drink some Gatorade...
Ya know... marvin Gaye and Aretha...
But in all honesty...
The truth to human reality...
Is it is constantly evolving.
What's true one day is irrelevant the next....
A new friend may invite a world of new tastes into your life
You may have never thought to try
Tastes and song and joy.
These will bring new emotions
And soon new behaviors
And eventually new beliefs
New stories you whisper to yourself in the dark...
And with each new friend
Comes a new you...
A warped view on what you thought was possible...
So in telling you this I tell you.
I have become all your friends
I have deeply. Hilariously. And profoundly impacted nearly every human being on this planet...
And some might not like it...
Some it hurts to have outside opinions
Or have their beliefs challenged
But those who hate gunna hate
**** em like 50 cent and Mary Jane
I gotta baby by aman
I can't stand all the drama
Call the cops on me
**** a **** baby mama...
I guess what that means is you soap opera rappers sound like all my children...
Drake said it best when he said
And I quote
Steve Martin you little *****
Stop flicking my nuts....
But you know Steve Martin
That foo dont care about a **** thing...