"...but all good jokes contain true shit, same rope you climb up on they hang you with, but not Jermaine, my aim too sick, I bang n*gga, I came to bring the pain, my brain too quick. You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid, I recognize that life is a dream and I dream lucid and break the chains and change minds one verse at a time..."
With an artist bumping in my ears that I wouldn't have any clue of his existence had it not been for my son ensuring me he's, "the truth" aka "the shit" (yes, this dude's wisdom and wordplay, tickles my ears and thrusts beats and perspective into my brain that's both exciting and stimulating) as I compile my thoughts for this blog post, I feel as if I'm floating. My feet are without gravity at this moment; and I'm beyond alright with it.
I'm enjoying a Starbucks, Venti Mango Black Tea and making life decisions with each sip of the cool and flavorful refreshment.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...