“Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
i find myself in the middle of a skydive with no real parachute. i don’t feel overwhelmed by fright, although fear is lurking around my being like an aura. no, in the midst of this free-falling, i am vindicated by my sense of life. i have been through another spiral in my life and i hope i have learned to hold back more this time.
the humbling thing with regard to my experience of living is that i venture into very similar scenarios repeatedly. the outcomes have changed with the onset of my recovery, but i still blindly walk into the magnetism of primitively scented relationships.
i would venture to say that i wear a cloak of naiveté which is woven into passion and excitement. this is probably one of my more attractive attributes. and i believe it attracts. it attracts wonderful friends and some predators. and i am still learning to discern.
luckily, experience has graced me with increased ability to rebound. i have survived many things which affords me the luxury of believing i might survive this insanity too.
My posse’s been on Broadway And we did it, our way Throne music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it And yet I’m on Let that stage light go and shine on down Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town Trust me. on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T hustlin’ Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing Halfway cross that city with the backpack Fat cat, crushin labels off Yeah, Nah they can’t tell me nothing We give that to the people Spread it across the country Labels out here Nah they can’t tell me nothing We give it to the people Spread it across the country
Can we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us Like the ceiling can’t hold us