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This Is One Lead You Can’t and Won’t Bury
I won’t be commanded or controlled so condemn away
This is me, untethered, slightly annoyed but ultimately unbothered. I feel alive again — as alive as 2Pac after five bullets ricocheted through his flesh and he lived to write songs about it. Left with nothing but time to sit and ponder, as he listened to “Who Shot Ya?”, but possibly forgetting he wrote and released “Hit Em Up” first.
Which is to say, I’m possibly paranoid but if I am, it’s as justifiable as any and everything I’ve ever convinced myself needed doing — this way I could reap the benefits of it and not feel bad about it after.
I will do what needs doing, never again will I avoid confrontation, in the name of comfortability. I’d rather be publicly crucified and literally hung out to dry like a 33-year-old Jeezy Christopalis. Well, would ya look at that? The uncomfortably awkward feeling I walked around with in my stomach, for well over two decades is yours now. Let it eat at you internally like it did me.
Go ahead, judge away. Pretend you’re better. Believe what you need to about me, if it helps you sleep at night. Sleep is for suckers who trust the Government and powers that be. The ones who think our votes count, or that they even count votes for any reason more than for pure show and sport.
