With the same old people and the same old routines. Things need change badly, I am fucking dead inside and I need a new place to go. I have to drop everything and climb higher ground. What it all comes down to is this: Am I willing to lose it all for the truth? The only answer I have is yes, because the way I see it, I've never had a choice. I am condemned, either I accept my fate or die slowly every day. Which is it gonna be? I'm only gonna die once.
The truth is the only thing I have on my side, there is no way I can sacrifice that. For nothing and no one. Morality has a price to pay and it's worth paying it. It's either a life of uncertainty and insecurity and lies, or a choice is made to stand up for something and not let the fucking ball drop. I choose to stand up for the truth and I accept the consequences.
I'm doing what I I was always supposed to do. It's all very clear to me now. There is no denying it, no hiding it no running away from it. And I don't mind. Born to fight. born right in the middle of afirefight. And when death comes calling my name, I will take my place I won;'t resist. There is nowhere to go, and nothing to fear whne you can't escape the inevitable. It only takes a second to die, but a liftime of work to be a mand and to stand up and face it. I don't see anyone doing it. Everyone is so afraid of their own shadow. Me, I don't mind, I will stand with the few that have something to stay, I will stay to the end. Not pretending, just the truth. My prophecy.
why? food? drugs? physical health/mentla health? The answers I already know. I won't bend or pretend. no matter fucking what or where. Got my back against the wall and everywhere dead man fall. No molding me, no matter what cost. This is who I am, this is what i believe in, yes it's hard but without it I have no point in living. FUck obsession and needless worries. Life as it is, in it's raw form, where I come from, no end in site, no point in sorrow, I'll keep up the fight.
The simple facts: 1.I can finally feel happiness 2.depression doesn't need pills, and doesn't stay with you your whole life 3.white ppl are fucking stupid, well most ppl are anyway 4.To be liberated one must be prepared to die, more or less in bruce lee's words 5.Life is like a river, you have to flow on it like water 6.After all is said and done, it's what you do that determines what you are 7.SPK pwns 8.I'm out of ideas 9.Pot is great 10.All of the above was said when I was in a sub-consious state
It hurts, i'm hurting real bad inside. I'm at a loss for words. I'm changing. My skin gets thicker everyday and logic is gone. there is no need to think. I know what I'm doing. The nagging voice is starting to die. Day after day. But after all this shit is said and done and my thoughts are all twisted from being unable to wrap around the situation. The fact of the matter is that, there is no denying her eyes althought I chose to ignore them. I don't know why. But it's meaningless now, just an undescribable pain. Folded over with everything else, it leaves me dead inside.
