I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care-lil Wayne
If I wanted you cut down at the legs, you would be
Just a flick of the wrist.
That skill is not cheap, doesn’t come cheap.
It’s also unwise.
Tempting, but unwise.
When I get to where I’m going, I will pace.
Relentlessly.
You’ll never beat me.
(feels good to say it,eh?)
Feels good to mean it.
(to know it..)
Aye…
I wish I could show my friends what I’m building, I wish I could show them the thought and the time that I’ve put into it.
Not the flex.
Not to brag.
Not to rub it in faces.
I’m just, I’m proud of my pedal board.
It’s very close to being finished once and for all, And I’m proud of what I built.
I feel a sense of accomplishment.
Like those building inspections when I just got into this trade.
I beat it.
I fought.
With no one on my side.
3 or 4 times from scratch.
Scratch beginning.
Addicted to square one.
A magnetic draw back to where you started.
A loss of All previous gains.
Parting ways with previous peoples, abandonment of name and reputation.
Fuck .
Everything.
I can start over.
I can start the fuck over and build anything I put my mind to.
You can’t fuck with that.
No one claps. No one whistles,no one calls your name from the corner.
(it’s on you)
Entirely.
I’ll type a thousand L’s for one W.
Long as it’s pure.
(don’t think about a pink elephant)
Don’t say the word…
“war”
(flick of the wrist)
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Sometimes I wonder why suicide victims didn’t try to take out their eyes first.
They didn’t try living blind..
They just went straight to death.
If you removed your eyes then you could live in your ears, perhaps you could reach a degree of clarity.
Some level you previously thought impossible.
Just, give up the eyes.
dawn 