“Straight up, late nights mixed with early days
It’ll probably be that way until the pearly gates
Stress weighing on me, they want me to nervous break
These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man
Sheesh, at least if you real then I have to respect it
Realize the energy you give is what you manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats”
Thanks, Big Sean. I should just end the blog there. That is everything I have to say. Seriously. I’m trying to get to those last two lines. I’m trying to get back to giving 100% and knowing that, no matter the stress, I’m gonna get it every time. I’m trying to get here:
“Woah, I hear a little bit of me in all your favorite rappers
You know it’s true, bitch I need respect due
Now or later, either way I’mma take it
Just like it’s fuckin’ taxes
No wonder I’m on fire, I done been to hell and back bitch
Lately I been living life in detachment
I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions”
Once upon a time I used to break down lyrics of rap songs and think, ‘how much of this is metaphor for where I’m trying to be?” More and more I see where I was and where I am going now. I don’t need holy keys to get there, just a sense of energized purpose, passion, and a squad in my corner. I got a taste of that last part. I got a partner who rides with me. I got a crew who keeps me on the pen. The rest is all me to realize the energy I give is what is manifested and give just a bit more.