I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millenium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Triumph — Wu-Tang Clan (Inspectah Deck)

The intrepid understanding fleets through the morning light as it breaks the mystery that has consumed the spirit. For he is to be forsaken, forgiven, forgotten. To be the wiser with no understanding is the epitome of man. As I walk these valleys of sand I may not think of the past. I may not think of the future. For it is only the present, for which I will ever know.

What happens when you are too burnt out to care? What happens when you are too "tired" to do anything? What happens when you like your job but hate your career? What happens when you stop treading water? What happens when your apathy is all you know? What happens when you don't know who are? What happens when you stop caring? What happens when you can't explain this to your parents? What happens when your hobby is borrowing money? What happens when no matter what you do you can't make ends meet?

What happens when you keep going in circles but never seem to complete a 360? What happens when you find yourself out of your element? What happens when everything is way north? What happens when your house is just too big? What happens when you just stop caring about not caring? What happens when you owe more money than you make? What happens when you take 1 month to finish a project that should have taken 2 weeks? What happens when you don't want to work on it? What happens when that brilliant idea is still just an idea? What happens when the new car smell is gone?

What happens when you don't know where you are? What happens when you don't recognize yourself? What happens when you are just "over it?" What happens when you start to care again? What happens if you don't? What happens when you would gladly trade your citizenship to your Canadian friend? What happens when you just want to keep running? What happens when you can't run away from yourself?

What happens when you don't want to answer the phone? What happens when there is no one to call? What happens when there are more questions to ask? What happens when there are no clear answers? What happens when you just stop caring? What happens when (if) Kobe doesn't play in the opening game? What happens when I am tired of being "tired." What happens when I want to change but can't? What happens when I change too much? What happens when I have moved on? What happens when the world moved on but I didn't?

What happens when… 

You punk ass bitches better step.
No this aint a threat. I just hope you get strep.
Soar throat, you phuk goats, your mom is a moke.
That’s the antidote, it’s how I cope.

Retarded ass flow, you punk bitch don’t know
i don’t care if u got the dough, or 20 hoes.
I don’t care if u saw a movie at Loews,

I have no idea. I feel lost. Where am I? An endless spiral. A constant fight just to stay afloat. The light is near, but yet so far. The idea of actually reaching it seems surreal.

What can I do? I try to fight. I must fight like Kobe. I feel too lost. So defeated before the day starts. A constant struggle, it’s wearing down. But on whom?

When will it end? Will it end. I must fight. Must not cry. Take a stance. Stand up stronger. Flip the power. Make them fear. Who am I? Where am I? I am lost.

Don

To Scott and Kim, where do I begin?
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