paper is sought till it burns away

Think clearly. What do you want in life. The blue house. The kitchen and backyard. The kids the wife, the pets. The friends over for beers, cigarettes, and mixed drinks. Still free styling over some old beat. Still pretending we can be something some day even when some day is just any other. Some day is another day, every day... one day. That's what we all say. Meet me at the top of the hill. I will meet u there, we all will. People dressed head to toe to fill the entire field with energy. Lights coming from the stars, the concert venue, the gaze of everyone's eyes piercing each other's. Shields lifted. Ah so I am a high class, socialized, school bred, American bs fed, white boy privileged, patronized, religion influenced, relatively happy individual. hmm. I wonder what people will make of that... Can I have an opinion? Probably not. I'll remain anonymous. I say I can't have an opinion because opinions were made worse by hypocrites, who tended to be the same types as me, that, well, went before me. So it goes. Notes: Joey Bada$$ says they don't get it, one day they will. Fck T ump. Implicit means implied means lack of control. Everyone has implicit prejudice. To what levels, how. Abstractions don't lead much of anywhere unless in art.

Sometimes all you need is a vibe, and the right mindset and mood.