I feel my Father most times. I love Him even more for being the muse of my rhymes, or maybe not. But, at least, I know He made me in the fashion and I can stop, look, listen, reflect and dissect life and the people in it. In the beginning, when I thought I was winning by allowing the love to find me, was He telling me to deny that bullshit. I mean, for real? Yeah, there�s an appeal to catching her scent when it�s new. Remember yesterday and figure how she�s different. They ask for one of them other things opposite from the shit last month use ta� sing when she�d nag you about the sag in your jeans despite the fact she love you for raw-raw when it all began. Yeah, she want me, but does she really want ME? You feel me? Which brings me back to my Father, it ends and begins with Him. We can�t win without Him, which is why I must ponder today. While we read, I only want to know more of what He�s doing with me. Why must I be unimpressed by these things.She said she loved me, but there again, selfishness makes it way regardless, in one way or another. Just like my fuckin� mother. Money, clothes and that other shit gives me ample reason to digress and vent. Fuck! Shit sucks when all the folk who SUPPOSE to love you create the complications. You remember standing in front of the board in math class. You think you on mash. You vexed because you found the solution for �x�. But then, he tells you to add this and add that, and solve again. Fuck! How am I suppose to deal with this, you ask. Well you wonder hoping you can find a way to dodge acknowledging to everyone else you have no idea what the hell is going on. Kuzzzzzz, today, you�ve learned another lesson.Maybe we shouldn�t appease the masses like we wanted so much in those math classes. Why would there be a need to satisfy any other than the teacher? I just want to know where I can go where she and me can run away from the world and make our own. I�ve been grown. I�m still growing and the more I see shit the more I want none. She ain� right, mane, and I guess I should like the night, because it�s then when I believe there no one else but He and me. Just He and me.You feel me?
