The world be my ground and words be my precipitation
My precipitation writer’s blocked by the belief that i’d never write anything without inspiration
Inspiration, my excuses to only express myself with positive or negative emotion
Emotion being Humans ultimate weakness and reason for all commotion
Commotion draining you of all energy, plus its equal to zero productivity
Productivity being the main reason we wake up and shower everyday heading to the city
The city by day flooded with temporary dwellers dressed in debonair and fashion
Fashion is of no concern to the permanents as they roam the streets, smelly bodies covered in
rags and a deadly lack of passion
Passion, the fuel to the fire of life to the living
Living that’s more than just the state of being alive in a world so unforgiving
Unforgiving, such an understatement to the feeling of regret of a life wasted
Wasted was the level of my intoxication last night from the Alcohol my mama so much
hated
Hated in past tense because a life with her is no longer part of me but what used to be
Used to be a mama’s boy, maybe she had to leave this earth to give space for me to grow into whats true to me
To me the formula is to let emotion go and find a Neutral state to embrace
Embrace starts with affection, be one with the state and work towards my dream at my own pace
