day 1 of never. something, nothing, everything.
i cant be a part of two until i am a better one. (so freakin’ weird, man)
thuggin’ missions, forever, son. by the way, i am not a thug. i’d probably get sliced for all that.
got to remind myself that there is no this without that. get that – Kenzadore signed. please tell me why do people fall inlove? like that shit must hurt.
first things first:
- I am in a good space
- The universe or whatever you call it has it made
- I got writers block in this heavy, heavy head. That’s heavy. You get me?
second things first:
- why hasn’t Sampha released an album yet? I haven’t heard great music in an entire while.
- i’m forever hungry/learning
yo, writing is an experience. so much feelings. and I feel that I got a lot to throw out buuut y’know? y’all like talking too much.
and by the way, I found my confidence 48 hours ago when I was doing a speech in English class.” Greatest ting. Ever.” (read that with a Jamaican accent)
you’ll feel so cool. I don’t promise you that.
you might be confused right now but im telling you. It all makes sense, in my head.
i’m rushing through it, whatever. whenever. wherever.
give a piece for a little peace. got my 9mm piece. sheesh.
sincurly,
whoever wrote thiz.
teddypoet 