NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

A wick. The flame at my very tail end, i'm burnt out. Myself. Disappearing once again, i search out. Hopeful to recognize the man that I see, but reality reminds me that this all is just a fucking dream. So i snore to whatever they say. Sheep are hopping fences. Wolves be chasing. Never a moment to relax, kick back, and start grazing. Want my nights to be star gazing. Can I look up? Nope. Head down. Walking around. Life sucks. If I could just save 40 cents for ever buck that I make then I say my future will have days to be a good day. Each and every way possible, not trying to fake. The real road to liberation. Tip toeing not to make a mistake. So many roadblocks approaching. I having trouble swallowing this meal on my plate. If its me that is choking. Death be swift, dont sit around and just wait. I'm not here to make a legacy or children to take my place. I'm just living just to be living. If its possible under GOD's grace. Then maybe I can smile often and not allow all my emotions debate. Which will be the one to conquer and control the fucking look on my face. I'm just a little nobody in the middle of no where. So who cares how i talk. How I walk. How i spend my time speaking to women that stay on my mind even if their figures have never passed by my eye line. I'll gladly give up my time. Just to allow these thoughts not consume my mind. Life is all fine. Just need my own place. Need a moment, a break. Spread legs in front of me begging me to enter every hour of every day. Maybe I tire bout the 4th hour, if thats the case then that's ok. I'm just another soul who lives life like there is no other way. Whatever happens happens, a motto to die by. If so then my life have turned out great. Not letting opportunities pass me...so for this last scene. All I fucking have is my honesty. Wont try to do anyone wrong, that's a promise see. But every opportunity I'm taking. Not hesitating. So if you see me strolling enjoying a new face, at a same place. Dont label me woof woof, oink oink, or whorish of this fucking race. I'm giving time like that clock hanging above Flava's waist. Not your enemy but if you dislike me, oh well go ahead and hate. Not taking what's not mines so get your mind right or shut that hole propped on your face...you're not winning this race. It's ok, many greats have finished things in second place. These be the thoughts of me. So they shamefully stand pouting with jealousy. And I have nothing...life is funny to me. So I laugh!