I am a liberal ass motherfucker tryna be an icon for true thangs. Fux with me.
The misery of the struggle to attain ideal happiness is almost unbearable. The system is made to break down and destroy. I hate to sound so philosophical but it’s true. I’m trying to stay real, faithful and honest. I am just worried about my desires. Like, I want them to be satisfied. Look at me. Egotistical.
What is ‘want’, but a never ending torment of what we cannot have? Oh, I die inside, for what I wish to have. A war on the inside, a war on the outside, that is want. It is the things I want. The magic. The freedom. The innovation. Yet, this specter of nihilism and religious fundamentalism creep upon me. That, and the ‘traditions’ of the world. Hate to sound this way, I am a den-man, but I love society too. I need success. I need to breathe it. I smell it. It is in the air but I need it now.
My pride is rising,
Perhaps that is a bad thing,
Sometimes it’s a good thing,
in this life.
When I wake up for a cigarette,
Make music they pay for,
Love for, cry for,
I’ll be delighted then.
Cold air and grey buildings,
misty breathe and my hotel by the mall,
the largest mall I’d ever been?
One day I’ll have a million stories,
I can tell you all again.
My imagination, I wish I let it spin.
My heart, I wish I let it sin.
My eyes, what do they see but air?
All this while that I’ve been in despair,
Will I grow the courage to leave,
My old self behind or at least that part of me?
is a giant market. it is a market culture.