Free falling fool, foolishly feeling - feigning fun fiend.
Psst… hey, listen!
Lalalalala! I love my job. Whoo! Makes me feel like Superman!
Can you fly? I can. Wanna see?
I’m only entertaining you
My goal is to stimulate, making you high
And take you and I
To a place you can’t see
But I believe you can fly
I don’t mean nobody harm, I’m just partying
I’m not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just a man who’s on the mic
So let me entertain you…
My lyrical content is constantly under fire
No wonder why I constantly bomb back
To combat attacks with constant concepts
When lyrics are constantly took outta context
Failure to communicate with congress has
Been a problem for the longest, I guess
But maybe one day we can make some progress
Food for thought - see how long it takes to digest
Feeling good when I should be ashamed
Sh*t, I really should’ve fell but I stood
See I came like a flame in the night
Like a ghost in the dark; there’s a ray, there’s a light
There’s a hope, there’s a spark
But when planets collide they’ll never see eye to eye
Until they decide to set their differences aside
And this is why only one of us will survive
So children follow my lead and feel the vibe, cause
My music can be slightly amusing
You shouldn’t take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing
Just trying to seperate the truth from entertainment
It’s stupid, ain’t it? I get sick of trying to explain it
See I could sit and argue with you but it goes beyond
Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond
Cause I came here to uplift; let your woes be gone,
Tell ‘em to get fu*ked and just mosie on
Constantly moving, constantly using the constitution
As a form of restitution
Bless the children, nothing less than brilliant
Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams
I’ll be here when y’all are gone, rebuilding,
World revolving, still evolving, still Slim
How many kids’ll copy? Probably millions,
But I’ma do this as a fu*king hobby till then, cause
My lyrical content contains subject matter
That sucks up all these fu*ked up young kids
At an alarming rate; common denominate
Add it up and you’ll see just why I dominate
I try to stimulate but kids emulate,
And mimmick every move you make - “Slim, you great!”
But wait, can’t you see I’m only here to entertain?
I gotta be the one to go against the grain
Cause man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it’s inhumane
For me to see you be influenced but pretend you ain’t
But they don’t understand that I’ve been through pain
If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain
But you can’t just stand there and try to judge
It hurts but you’re jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And it’s such a pleasure, every button that I touch
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but
I would describe it almost like a dream…
The frantic phone call. I cried. Then I sped home with an icy calm settling over but there was no help for my shaky fingers.
Before I entered the house I could hear the screaming and the yelling and the raised voices.
In my head, I was going to be rational and strong because someone had to be.
I opened the door…
So much blood. SO much fucking blood on the floor with my mum calmy mopping it up like it wasn’t a big deal as she yelled.
I turned back. I though it was a hallucination.
I re-entered the house again and it was still there.
I was so sick. so fucking sick. I thought it was her blood. And she said he hit her. That’s what she said. She said he hit her. But the blood… and she wasn’t bleeding and she didn’t stop yelling.
Dad sat in the corner quietly and it was then she said it was his blood. A cut on his knee. DIrty bloody bandages beside me. They put a plaster on it. The plaster sat on his bone.
She told me to man the fuck up. That I was an adult now and that all teh crap about men don’t beat women was just that, crap.
That she had attacked him first and he had retaliated because he wanted to feel like a man.
Is this life?
Did it really happen?
Did I take my dad to the emergency room to get seven stitches on his cut and medication for his very swollen thumb and something to help with the blood-shot and bruised left eye?
Did it happen?
Did I calmly drive him back to the house and leave?
Am I Stockholm-ing?
Is this life?
IS THIS LIFE?
I want to be fine.
I want to be okay again.
but fuck you man. Where do you get off pretending that we are okay? One happy familial unit?
YOU FUCKED UP MAN.
You fucked up so fucking big.
I just can’t…
It’s taking all my strength to hold myself together. I thought I knew pain before but this?
This is like a fucking hot and sharp knife slicing firmly and decisively into bone, heart and marrow.
You are fine.
I’ve already been twenty four for a whole month.
Do I feel i’m any wiser?
Nope. Not really.
Some recent events have made me feel at times that my whole life as I know it is a lie. I guess it’s nothing too crazy. My dad cheated on my mum with someone very close to the family.
It hurt like mad even though I had my own diablo saga. But I think the reason it hurt the most was because my dad has always been my moral compass. Always preached about truthfulness. I admired and respected him for that and I was so hellbent on trying to make him proud for the rest of my life even though i knew he would fall short… and now? Well. Now is now and shit has changed.
So yeah. 24 has been pretty rough.
But I do know now for certain that bad news can’t kill you.
I do know now that I need to work damn freaking hard, everyday, if I ever want to get somewhere and do something.
I do know that love is hard and people will fuck up and its not fair on anyone to put someone else on a pedestal.
I also know that i’m an alcoholic. white white wiiiiine.
This year I just want to save and grind.
Do at least one road trip every two months.
Use my pool more.
Go to the movies one man once in a while.
Make exercise goals and stick to em.
Be more open to and with people.
The slogan for this year is POWER!
"Worry bout yourself".
Work Swag 101
I love this shirt.