Maybe, Not ever, Even if I'm here I rather be there. I'm a machine, no method to the madness, no code to decrypt. Impossible to depict. No duplicate like a dead twin. Life is art, and Art is dope. Inject this, sniff this, interject this, whatever your wish is. Abstract, cap back, fedora flow. Physically a twin across the globe, but mentally i've yet to find my own, who can complete me. This is my life. My pursuit. Only Chivalry, Only 1 juan. Takes Juan to know 1.
Such a comedic tragedy. Crawling on the floor, disabled. Disabled for being unable, to quit or quitting too soon. Guess you never had a chance. This is quitting. This is giving up and having no faith. So much potential but you soon realized the band plays on, and you? you realized its all about you, only when your prioritized. You’re important too.
My deck of cards. Though different from yours are important to me. Mine matter. My heart, mind, soul all one. Stand in unison fall in formation as well. Think twice should you choose to peak and betray me. Think twice should I show them and you betray me. Forgiveness is not an option. I stand here with my deck of cards, close to me, should you want to look. I’ll make sure you understand, I won’t think twice if you betray me. Truth…
Commuter shoes. What would they say? How many miles, how many rare and random situations? Youre my weapon of choice, the pen to my paper. In unison, perfectly matched in a synchronized ballet of life. How many people you’ve accidentally clipped from the heels?..how many steps have we missed, what have you seen? The grounds you walk, below the grounds we live on. This is our last stop, no more rest for us. #commutershoes
My “SonPhew” Brandon “Jordan”. Hes not the best at basketball, but he’s practicing. As soon as he gets home from school, sheds his yankee bag and shoots to the back to shoot and play. Playing tight D, Playing against my boxer vida. His 5ft is impecable, still building his strength as any 10 year old would. Doesnt want to cut his hair, picks out his own clothes. Has his lucky “box kick” shirt he has to thorw on when he gets home. Uses Axe to shampoo, simply because he has “curls for the girls”. Unique kid. Great heart. Motivation to do great. To himself and others (me). He says he wants to be just like me. I tell him “You dont want to be me bro, you want to be better than me”. He says “oh”.
I’m on my chuck Norris today. So if I randomly kick you in the face. You know why.
