When sh*t hits the fan, is you still a fan? Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
Music is the best way for me to express myself. Mainly because I think of the abundance of feelings we have, someone has conceptualized it one form of music or another. So it’s easier to call on those songs instead of re-inventing the wheel.
Sometimes you have to sit and ask yourself if all else fail, who will still be there. Who will support you through failure and success? But most importantly, who will support you as much as you support them.
I’ve begun to realize that I need to go back under the hood to fix a few things about myself. I’m still very raw in my development, and nobody is going to mold me into what I’m becoming. You are the only one responsible for your personal and professional development.
It’s been eating at my brain for some time now, really about three years, but I’ve gotten a breakthrough. The powers that be have been giving me all the signs that I need and valuable data to predict the inevitable. I’ve acquired a great deal of information over the last year, and to me, that is the most valuable thing.
I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to vigorous learning and real-world application. This requires isolation in my opinion. Kendrick described this isolation in the form of a caterpillar.
“The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it
In order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment
The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him
But praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness
And the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life
The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own thoughts
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as
Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
They are one and the same”
Spread your wings, and fly.