everyday i walk to/from work i see this dead possum. from the day it was hit until now, i’ve watched it waste away to what you see. it must hurt to know that no one cared enough about you to take your rotten remains out of the street and dispose of them properly.
i’ve lost “that thing” that made me, ME! my esteem has been shot, my confidence robbed and my “swag” is no where to be found. i wish i could go back in time and just have it all go away. i want to throw in the towel to be completely, 100% honest with you because i’ll never be the same physically or mentally. whatever purpose i was placed on this earth for (that is if i ever served a purpose) is unimportant to me. understand that this isn’t being written to gather sympathy. it’s being written because i’m facing my reality and reality is this shit sucks. how i feel right now (315am, 5/22/13) this shit could go either way because i’m almost at that “don’t give a fuck” point. pray for me.
“… I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs, and the rights/still my blood flows ice/it’s just my life …”
When I think about it this is probably my favorite Jay-Z song, or at least in my top three. Everything from the Aretha Franklin sample to the story being told through (at that time) “Jigga Man’s” rapid fire delivery. ‘Til this day whenever I hear this song it literally awakens something in me.