rough draft
Mr. Saul Williams told me that I should stop combing my mind so my thoughts could lock, cuz I’m always pondering these problems and they bark a lot, and you see this business…this business is tearin my heart apart cuz this progress is regress, I’m just lucky moms is the best seamstress, but she always seems stressed. Ya see? I play these sad songs with my heart strings she oh so effortlessly pulls together, and its really hard to see when you trying to smile in shitty weather so I refuse to lose, cuz the tears I seen the fam shed are fuel for the smug bullets aimed at those with heavy hearts cuz yall know where hearts this strong got their start, and so when I play these strings it finally feels like I’m playin my part. So I smile for the sake of smiling even though every day feels like I’m still in the dark but I ain’t never seen clearer, so this shit right here is sheer confidence, innate in your being, a prereq for this feeling, and I don’t need a beat because truth don’t make a sound
