KEEP IT 100: Chapter 1

Politics.

A pile of dicks?

Can we trust the direction that they take in moral ecstasy?

The Right

The Left

The Middle

All that is missing is the front and the back and we’ll dance the night away.

There is blood on the dance floor.

The roof is on fire.

But I can’t move my feet

Or shake my ass

To the rhythm of their beat.

I’m walking the hell out of here.

They’re not playing my song.

The environment is unsafe.

It feels wrong.

But they run the show

Whether I stay

Or go.

At least I chose so.

Personal Life Lyrics: My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

Is that title of this Fall Out Boys track a metaphor for an anthology that seems to play like the Black Mirror series (now playing on Netflix)?

If you’ve seen it (and I highly recommend it, as an advent fan of science fiction and psychological thrillers), you’d know that each episode shows a social facet of technology in our society and puts a sci-fi extreme on the premise in a pessimistic way.

Be careful making wishes in the dark dark
Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark, mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart

Back to the classroom I go; to the moments where (as a substitute teacher) my rule isn’t law (The opposite of Aku’s statement to Samurai Jack as he tears a hole in the fabric of space-time and sends Jack back to the past. Yet another dystopian futuristic show to enjoy as well). I am the evil (Aku) in a classroom of students that wish to be on their own accord with the devices that keep them busy (i.e the computer technology that we all use everyday to keep up with the times)
In my head, I’m wishing (as I’m done passing out the assignments, seeing that they wish not to do them) that they could get off their devices and at least try to do the assignments that the teachers (both myself and the primary teacher in their absence; as I can compare the primary to the samurai with his magic sword and to the students eyes, the real evil that threatens their kingdom of digital pleasure) want them to do. My wishes in terms of their actions state otherwise, but in the meantime I know that the students; although they aren’t working on the assignments, dream of tearing me apart because I’m just a substitute that’s in the dark, waiting to hit their mark when the bell rings for dismissal.
I’m in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just got to get you out of the cage
I’m a young lover’s rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
As a substitute, it is important to establish a special relationship with the students that is nonlinear, as the devices that we all have already have linear information that they can search for and retrieve.
So, what do I do?
I become the devil in the details without having to know a single student’s name.
That’s right.
You see, every day in a different school with different students is like any anthology series so as a substitute, you develop social skills that they can’t completely level with. The spark of creativity ignites with a touch of the bizarre, as in this episodic cage of potential feisty devils, I weave a tale of clever dialog and comebacks.
My songs know what you did in the dark
My observations become words (as the Crypt Keeper from Tales From the Crypt) and they are quite cryptic; using social commentary from social outlets made popular in pop culture to obscure means (by no means are they meant to do harm, instead they are meant to entertain in a literal manner).
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
And I light them up with yet another academic tool that forces them to think hard (and not look down at their phones near their pants, smiling at themselves in awe).
The dialectic.
Heraclitus* called it:
Logos (and not the hashtags that are used on their Snapchat and Instagram pictures either)
Another name that students hate for it in laments terms (because they think it is lame)
Logic
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
I am reminded of the heated debates that I’d get in from different students. I’d get students in all manner of Hell (Middle school has a special place in Hell for any educator though. If you’ve read Dante’s Inferno, you’d know that there are 9 circles where the sinful live. Middle school is the 10th he never told you about. If the 9th circle is so cold that your skin burns from the climate, then middle school is as cold as Einstein-Bose Consolidate).
I often remind those that step in the classroom that I’m covering (It is the Twilight Zone, after all) that they have stepped into my kitchen and if they act like they have no sense, they will get roasted (not in a bad way though. In an academic way because I love their potential).
In the dark dark
In the dark dark
The enlightenment of the Pre-Socratic played a heavy role in Aristotle’s philosophy but to keep students out of the dark, I make note of the past though the Socratic method.
All the writers keep writing what they write, write
Somewhere another pretty vein just died
I’ve got the scars from tomorrow and
I wish you could see, see
That you’re the antidote to everything except for me, me
The Republic
The Allegory of the Cave
Symposium
A few books written by Plato entailing the dialogues of Socrates.
None of them the students would dare care to read or wish to understand.
So what do I do?
I ask questions (while they make statements, assuming).
You see, some like to jump to conclusions because Google has the answers for everything or they feel it in themselves to know the answers (Rationalism did go against Empiricism back in the day). But the antidote that I wish they could see is something that I never guessed they’d take as a joke.
A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
  • Mr. Johnson, what is your sign?
  • Do you have a girlfriend (or boyfriend)?
  • How old are you?
These are the basic questions they ask of me and it is justified to get to know someone that you don’t know if you are taking the place of the one that is so familiar. Socrates asked questions too. I often answer in kind as he might be proud of:
  • What is the 8th sign that rules death and rebirth?
  • Does it profit to have a mate in this classroom?
  • Did you know the age of your teacher and does it matter if I am the teacher too? 
Answering questions with questions burns the baseline of answers into a monster of research that they’d rather not bother with and I enjoy a little mystery.
My songs know what you did in the dark
And I keep them in the dark until they find out that I care not for personal inquiry. The feeling is quite mutual.
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
I usually don’t introduce myself in the standard format (Hi. My name is Mr. Johnson, etc…).
That is too damn boring.
I do something else.
I let them introduce the moment.
I stand at the door or stay at the teacher’s desk and then I hear:
  1. Oh my God, it’s a sub!
  2. Bruh!
  3. Are you a sub? 
  4. The teacher ain’t here? Oh (expletive word)! 

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

The fire has been lit.

Now for the First Law of Thermodynamics to meet the Second and Third in real time.

  1. Hi. I’m not a 6 in or a footlong but they do sell them in the canteen. 
  2. Whassup? Are we related? 
  3. I’m here and so are you.
  4. I don’t drink sugar honey iced tea. I’m drinking coffee. 

In the dark dark
In the dark dark

Oh the feels.

My songs know what you did in the dark (My songs know what you did in the dark)

My responds ignite them and this leaves one hell of a mark.

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

Once I have settled in, I finally make use of the Laws of Classical Logic to let them know who I am (As brief as possible, as soon as I quiet them down. Sometimes, a monitor is needed).

  1. I’m Mr. Johnson (I’m J)
  2. Welcome students (or any other nouns I call them) (Hi S )
  3. We are here together (J and S)

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

So until the bell rings for dismissal, I’m there with them and they are there with me but do we see eye to eye (Like Goofy and Max from A Goofy Movie)?

Nope.

But the other senses apply when trying to reach for mutual understanding. Perhaps this is why my delivery is so humorous, even though I don’t think I’m funny at all.

In the dark dark
In the dark dark  

This leaves me in the dark. I always thought that philosophical discourse was the ability to unveil the light from the dark by stating the obvious without making it so, but in turn what I’ve discovered is that this form of jargon is a inferred set of statements that come off as me being a smartass. Surprisingly, the students love it.

Why?

Not because it makes them think deeply, but because misdirecting what they know with content that they don’t notice makes me empathetic and this makes me easier to get along with.

In conclusion, I can quote from the Fireman* himself (not Lil Wayne)

A man’s character is his fate.

Websites:

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/falloutboy/mysongsknowwhatyoudidinthedark.html

Personal Life Lyrics: Another Star

La la la la la la lala la
La la la la la la lala la

La la la la la la lala la
La la la la la la lala la

This song begins like a lullaby.

This ballad should end like one.

It reminds me of another star ballad. I’m sure you’ve heard it.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

I’m often reminded of our humble beginnings. Simple and plain as they are, we all know now what we’ve wondered for for so long.

What are stars made of?

First and foremost, as much as I enjoy the words twinkle or shine when describing the light from a star, I’d prefer illuminate as a better description of its beauty instead (because Rihanna’s song Diamonds doesn’t do it empirical justice here).

For you
There might be a brighter star
But through my eyes the light of you is all I see

When we look at those illuminating objects in space, we are looking at one of four states of matter:

Plasma

Now there are two types of plasma, but this type isn’t the type that Rae Sremmurd might put Rihanna in their contradicting category (as through their eyes and mine too, she comes off fine as hell in all the cones and rods from my optic lens).

I will admit that the other three states of matter do play a role in my physiological responses that come from looking at Rihanna (as I’m reminded of the Starburst commercial; “Solid! Yet Juicy! Like a liquid!” This referring to the first two states of matter in contradicting fashion) but one thing that came off as odd in my understanding of matter was the notion that the sun and other stars were balls of gas (“…burning billions of miles away,” said Pumba to Timon as they lay in the grass. This is slightly kid friendly still). 

I mean, the memory device to remember gas as the third state of matter wasn’t the water examples. It was (mentioned previously) The Lion King’s character Pumba (from the quote from the previous paragraph). But the notion that a star is just a gas was only partially correct and if I learned anything about science, it’s that partiality has it’s place in the cup being half-full or half-empty.

Plasma is a hot ionized gas. The premise of half-full and half-empty being figuratively conclusive as it is made up of equal positive and negative charged ions. 

For you
There might be another song
But all my heart can hear is your melody

I recall a gospel song from Kirk Franklin and the family; Melodies from Heaven. 

The cosmic symphony that we experience through sight that leaves us in wonder and awe as we ourselves are but specks of star stuff (insert Carl Sagan) on our own planet. And it is here where the lullaby continues, the orchestra of kinetic energy converting the past into the present for our viewing pleasure.

So long ago my heart without demanding
Informed me that no other love could do
But listen did I not though understanding
Fell in love with one
Who would break my heart in two

I’m reminded of the moment Rafiki met with Simba (Asante sana squash banana). As mentioned previously (Hakuna Matata), kinetic energy is being converted and is traveling through our eyes at the speed of light so to say “You’ve got to put your behind in your past” is a literal understatement (because there are many ways to skin a cat; pun intended, but to say “look at his/her/their ass is overstating the matter of fact that I will get to). The comparison is a vital aspect of the great natural philosophy of empiricism, stated by the baboon himself:

“You can either run from it, or learn from it.”

Science is a demanding love affair, and realizing that it takes so much to do something as simple as staring at a star? It would break the heart of a simple soul to know that so much came from something so little.

For you
Love might bring a toast of wine
But with each sparkle know the best for you I pray

It’s interesting that later on, during my years in college, that my knowledge would be tested in a way that I never imagined. I mentioned philosophy. Now, I’ll enlighten you with a sparkle of insight that I never could have known until I embraced my inner Einstein.

For you
Love might be for you to find
But I will celebrate our love of yesterday

We all know Einstein.

The most well-known physicist since Sir Issac Newton but as Sir Issac Newton used Aristotle’s Four Causes as an empirical method in his discovery of gravity as classical mechanics goes, a similar analogy can be deduced from Einstein and how he questioned Newtonian physics to create a new theory of everything. The empirical laws that Newton discovered were turned on their heads when the quantum level breaks them.

For me, it was philosophers like Thales that enforced the notion that water existed in three states, Anaximander that instilled Newton’s Second Law of Thermodynamics in my mind (Apeiron or as my philosophy professor called it:”the boundless”. Entropy is an empirical notion of ordered chaos), and Zeno to test the waters of motion with his paradoxes (My favorite being the Mullet Seed paradox).

So long ago my heart without demanding
Informed me that no other love could do
But listen did I not though understanding
Fell in love with one
Who would break my heart in two

Einstein and I embraced the wisdom of Aristotle. A quote from him lives in my soul in the activities of what I do all the time.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence is not an act but a habit.

This premise holds true even when discovering flaws in prior information. In the case of the states of matter, there were not four but five states of matter (“We were five steps, to eternity” – Dru Hill’s Five Steps was instilled in my musical mind as I discovered this*), as empirical knowledge is often expanded when new discoveries change our perspective of how we experience what we thought we knew and to my surprise (even as I wrote this), Einstein wasn’t the only genius who made a contribution to the discovery of the fifth state of matter.

For you
There might be another star
But through my eyes the light of you is all I see

Satyendra Nath Bose.

Another star player in the field of physics.

As mentioned in the previous Personal Life Lyrics: Follow the Light, the power of connectivity was a driving force behind their empirical work. Lucky for Einstein, he used the work from Bose for his Theory of General Relativity but unfortunately for Bose, Higgs got his credit for the collaborative partnership of both scientists (A “god” damned shame too). However, in light of the matter at hand, Einstein and Bose’s connectivity is the nature of the name as well as the type of matter the fifth state of matter is:

The Einstein-Bose Condensate.

When kinetic energy is greater than potential energy, you have a group of atoms that collaborate as one single atom (“One band, one sound” -Drumline).

For you
There might be another song
But in my heart your melody will stay with me
Star stuff.
A genuine sense of potential that explodes with possibilities in all matter of beings. Just as stars illuminate the night sky, in time they do fade away.
When the blazing sun is gone
When he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
The final ballad sung,
To twinkle no more.
But all is not lost.
The Arrow Paradox comes to mind here, as we are reminded of the moments spent with those stars in our lives in the past as they live through us in the present-day. The future is as mysterious as the fifth state of matter but we do know this:
Stars are born everyday.
And as empirically as they illuminate,
Our stars shine through us in every way.

 

Websites:

https://ohmy.disney.com/movies/2015/01/25/10-wise-rafiki-quotes-you-need-to-read/

https://kidsongs.com/lyrics/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html

https://www.livescience.com/46506-states-of-matter.html

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/steviewonder/anotherstar.html

https://www.livescience.com/54667-bose-einstein-condensate.html

https://www.biography.com/people/satyendra-nath-bose-20965455

New Blog Series On The Way

Hey everybody.

I’m getting ready to start a new blog series entitled Keep It 100.

I will admit, it will be a little different than Personal Life Lyrics; primarily due to its content being more explicit and more vulgar than the usual Saturday posts but that is the premise behind this series.

It’s simple.

100 words.

In poetic fashion.

But the title is an opinionated honesty and this is what will make them engaging to read.

I will post one.

Once a week

During the weekday

Monday through Friday

Starting June 26th, you will get to read some pretty enigmatic stuff!

Peace!

Personal Life Lyrics: Linger

You know, I’ve lingered on for so long that I’ve got to use The Cranberries song Linger in a personal blog as a dedication to my 10th grade English teacher Ms. Edwards. 

As mentioned in the previous Personal Life Lyrics: The Black Parade, my high school years were full of new beginnings. The mixing of ethnicity and cultures into the pigment of the neutral, as well as totality of neutrality was one vital aspect of order and structure, but one thing was for sure: The stigma of the Oreo stereotype ruled supreme from the experiences that governed my personality.

If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn
Don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining every day
For me
I swore I would be true
And fellow, so did you
So why were you holding her hand?
Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time?
Was it just a game to you?
But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

Ah, the English teacher that also followed the stigma that was held by me. She was a slim, tall, light-skinned woman who, like me, liked structure in her classroom as well as in the core curriculum. Order was found through the understanding of the language and how we used it in the classroom and ironically, one particular story plays an important piece into my life as it pertains to her positive influence in my cordial livelihood.

Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong, I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just want to be with you
And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger
Do have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (or in my 10th grade mind, Tommy Oliver: The Green Ranger) was the story that is forever engraved in my memory (Before Forever Red, there was Green with Evil, as this too was engraved in my memory as we had to read this Middle English text). I really enjoyed the chivalric (playboy) mentality of Tommy (in all of his hues). Hell, he was one of the primary reasons for my favorite colors (White, Red, and Black in respective Power Ranger series order).

It lingers deep into Ms. Edwards description of me and how she saw me as the Green Knight, but I merely saw myself; despite the positive comparison, more like Sir Gawain instead. This comparison is much like Tommy Oliver (after Green with Evil, as he was converted good again when the Red Ranger broke the sword that empowered Tommy with evil. Surprisingly, Jason became the Gold Ranger in the Power Rangers Zeo series with a color scheme very much like Tommy Oliver’s in Power Rangers Dino Thunder) and Zordon, both being the squire (Tommy) and the knight (Zordon)I wasn’t the most outspoken nor was I the most intelligent of her class. To be quite honest, I rarely spoke and always tried to be the last called on in any classroom activity. Perhaps this mental instability was well noticed by Ms. Edwards who would try to break me out of my comfort zone. I thought that my actions could do me no wrong (or in this case, no harm) but I was wrong.

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger
Do have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

My silence in the classroom was purposeful:

The words spoken from the sound of my voice wasn’t like that of the other classmates in the classroom.

My mental instability was justified by the understanding that silence was golden (like the Green Ranger’s Vest that empowered the Red and Black Rangers during times of distress).

The fact of the matter at hand was that the way I spoke my words were just like that of the teacher! It lingered on that this odd characteristic was a bit unsettling as I, like Ms. Edwards, was an African-American born in the country without an accent with peers of color that made stereotypes like me seem like a contradiction to the status quo. Even Ms. Edwards first name seem to do that too! I just couldn’t wrap my finger around it. Then, it hit me (and sparks began to fly off my chest like when the Rangers get hit by a monster). Perhaps, Mrs. Edwards was the Green Knight instead and she passed on the power coin of empathetic understanding as Sir Gawain wears the green girdle to represent that negative stigma that she also seemed to go through with the same contradictions at play.

You know I’m such a fool for you
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger
Do have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

Our roles play a major part of our relationships with those around us. They linger throughout our lives. Ms. Edwards taught me something that transcends English Literature. The characteristics that define us and shape us as individuals, also have stories from others around us in places and spaces unbeknownst to us. We never know what role we play in the lives of others but I can’t live with myself knowing that there are people in my life that at one point, I cared little for until it dawned upon me as an adult now, how my comparison and their compassion made me accept the full truth of who I am and what I do.

And I can quote from the passage these lines:

Great wonder grew in hall
At his hue most strange to see,
For man and gear and all
Were green as green could be. (Lines 147 – 150)

Thank you, Ms. Edwards.

One of the teachers in my life that made it great to be me.

 

Websites:

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Ttsw7zkl4qp5eg3lghv5wur4kca?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics

 

Personal Life Lyrics: Follow The Light

 

You don’t use our music to get high
Then use our music to get by
Break!!

Boom! I have already started! Still on the music tip with yet another one (said in the voice of DJ Khaled). I mentioned Andre 3000 and Big Boi from Outkast, but I thought to myself:

Why not make it a family affair?

The Dungeon Family (do-do-do-do, snap snap)

Whenever I think of this group, I think of genius.

Straight up

Unfiltered

Genius

The power of connectivity is what drives genius, as it was thanks to the influence of this family that paved a new wave of hip hop:

Mumble Rap.

Follow the lights, they
Lead to something…
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo
Follow the lights, they
Lead to something…
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo
Follow the lights, they
Lead to something…

Now, I will admit. There are many old-heads that dislike the genre (just being honest, I dislike it too) but you must admit, there were many geniuses that used unconventional methods that were frowned upon.

Enter Richard P Feynman.

The theoretical physicist that created a new wave of physics:

QED or Quantum Electrodynamics

Now enter the Future.

The artist that is said to have created mumble rap.

What do they have in common?

Besides loving the strippers (figuratively and literally) and being artists (both are musicians) both of them when creating works of innovation were influenced by those that had a desire do something different from the mold.

The time we’re face-in, uhh
Get off your feet ’cause time is wast-in, uh
Must be strong in this situatio-in, well
So raise your hand and let’s start takin, let’s start takin
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go 

It isn’t easy to be different when you have others there that have already set the standard. You have to bend and break rules. You’ll have to set new rules.

And yes, I will admit that when you hear a track from Future, you struggle to understand what he is saying but think of it another way: The applied mathematics used to understand the applications of physics can be just as similar to that auto-tuned voice as the logarithms that accompany the baseline of all physics.

Hell, I can quote from Feynman;

From the point of view of basic physics, the most interesting phenomena are, of course, in the new places, the places where the rules do not work – not the places where they do work! That is the way in which we discover new rules.

I can easily quote from Future a similar but more complete statement:

I hustle the first to the first.

Even In Darkness
Darker than the Lochness monster’s dwelling
It don’t scare me, that’s fairy telling
But what about Hell and Heaven?
Nothin is that ir-rel-ev-ent, you must find yourself, your intent
Don’t commit thyself, ’cause another @#$*& done did it
In and outta style like leather African pennants
Say that your with the spirit, follow the Ten Commandments
Mad Mixmaster said, “Now can ya spin it?” Say NOW!!

I could quote from Pastor Troy…but I won’t (keeping this kid friendly…slightly. Feel free to listen to Vice Versa yourself*).Yet I will continue to enlighten the power of genius with yet another conflict of opposition:

Acceptance

The darkness of abiding by rules set by those that fear that new rules are not without risk. In the case of physics, the risk of being wrong on paper is nothing compared to the concrete application of it being right.

The thing that doesn’t fit is the thing that’s the most interesting: the part that doesn’t go according to what you expected.

That is the interesting part with mumble rap: To those that don’t like it, it is that part that doesn’t seem to go together with it. Some lyrics contradict themselves. Most lyrics sound like an auditory cipher (which Feynman enjoyed and created a few himself). I mean, hip hop’s foundation is set upon metaphors and similes.

The spoken word over a beat and melody.

Gipp the epiphany
I want to be remembered in infamy
Composer and producer of the symphony
I done had struggles in my life, so I know that it was meant for me
You was sent for me
Showed me light through the power of chi and your intent to see
You teach for He, discretely
Givin them a piece of me — the peace was free, gone

What makes mumble rap genius?

It is a puzzling thing.

It implies the same subject matter from the origins of hip hop yet it is distorted. Perhaps that is what makes it genius. The fact that instead of searching for meaning to understanding the subject matter though metalanguage, it does it with another form:

I’d call it audio cryptology.

Future has composed and produced a symphony using auto-tune, making the words difficult to discern but keeping the lyrical content; the foundation of hip hop based on its basic elements, the same as it ever was (Although when you first hear him on a track, he sounds like Feynman’s Ciphers. I swear when I first heard Tony Montana, I thought that he was saying 21-10).

What I need, what I want, what I see
Is two different things, two different…

You’d never guess that Future was a product of the ideology that defined the Dungeon Family, or that Richard Feynman was the byproduct of the same subject that he hated so much: Philosophy. I’ve learned that often times, we can become the best at the very things that we loathed, doing those particular things very differently. I, for example, can’t stand history. The fact that I had to memorize dates, places, and times was overwhelmingly castrating. I came to realize that history is more than just memorization, but more of understanding how much trends return and subside, using methods that are more ingenious time after time.

It was so elequent-aly, I emerged from the sorta verse
Origin purpose be partially profound of the very power that’s in me
When God said he so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son
I thought he meant me
Jesus is my older brother evidently, experiment in me
Let the complexity collapse the pocket quickly
Life is but a dream, ya row ya boat gently
It’s cool to have a Bentley, I want a Bentley
Yet I ponder why, I smoke my presence prominently?
If you want your mind blow, look we’re all alone… Follow the light

The fact that complexity is made simple (or slightly blurred in the case of mumble rap) is a major contribution to the conception of genius. The blurred speech over a hyped up chorus, a lecture about the wonders of physics, the profound effect that both have on the listeners; it forces you to ponder the realms of God and wonder into the world of dreams and reality. I, for one, linger (musically, like The Cranberries) on possibilities from the endless duality of perspective and enlighten myself to new experiences.

Gipp the epiphany
I want to be remembered in infamy
Composer and producer of the symphony
I done had struggles in my life, so I know that it was meant for me
You was sent for me
Showed me light through the power of chi and your intent to see
You teach for He, discretely
Givin them a piece of me — the peace was free, gone

Some tend to dismiss the persistence and roles that the prior innovators had to endure to create something of worth. Whether it was doing math problems while working at a strip club or working on tracks in an old basement sleeping on a couch, the grind doesn’t stop to create a masterpiece that others use as a baseline to discover new things or create new content.

Truly magnificent.

 

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https://www.feelingsuccess.com/future-rapper-quotes/

https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/r/richard_p_feynman.html

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*Here is the song: