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     | If anyone knows the meaning of life please tell me Cause every night I grasp a mic as if to be standing on the mount with Christ just beggin for someone to help me Because GOD only knows the ebb and pain of my flows And my goals seem to lack meaning when the meaning of life itself is lacked Consider it opinion or consider it fact, GOD is black The all saturated all consuming end result of life The beautiful protector and provider; the shade when light should shine too bright The setting for my depression The refuge of my scriptures when in God’s name I grab your attention and deliver So if anyone knows the true purpose of love please remind me Cause when I was a decade plus six I walked out on that bitch and since then its been hard to find me So don’t try see When I was twenty three we tried reconciliation love and I But every time she broke her promises to me inside I’d die Don’t sweat the small stuff to keep us together I tried but it was useless All my efforts were over shadowed by her excuses and emotional bruises But the truth is, I wasn’t faithful from the first conversation when I realized that I would receive no intellectual reciprocation I knew then that it wouldn’t work But the way I saw it, since I already paid the price for the main course I might as well have the desert Now my hearts arteries are clogged with violations left by every curvaceous thief in the night I let break in The few moments of pleasure that led to nine life times of pain Every time she would squeeze and scratch to make me say her name again Which begot and addiction of nicotine inhalation My mother said I would take long drags whenever I the thought of her too heavy a concentration But the cigarettes got me through, under the moon light singing the blues just like my mother used to If I knew then what I know now then I guess I’d know the answers to these questions And I intend to continue this query until I’ve learned my lessons So if anyone knows the true purpose of purpose please prove it Because I’ve wandered this planet for far too long without one so by now I’m kinda used to it All I am left with in substitute is in fact monotony Love someone else in conjunction with self is simply suicide To live for someone else’s cause is slavery But to live for self is vein bravery Which is why I guess GOD don’t like ugly So every night I grasp a mic as if to be waiting for Christ to tell me the purpose of my life, once someone decides to love me… | Born and rasied in Chicago, I started writing poetry at age 8 and as time progressed I explored other variations of the art form (i.e. singing and rapping).It wouldnt be until 1999 that I would perform my first spoken word piece.I remember that in the begining of it all I used to sense a certain type of magic in the air every open-mic night.Now days its all about the message and how you effect the people.....at least for me anyway. |