All Here. . .

Lately I've thought these days couldn't be any shorter. This whole timing ordeal gets crazy when you fully dedicate your time to something thats worth time. Let that soke in. Even if you are sippin on some mascato over mid week conversations. On this side of the city, it feels pretty empty tonight due to the fact that I'm the only 20 year young kid cruising through backstreets on springbreak on my way to studio....... And now that I have you here reading this, I'm using this one post to help you understand where I'm coming from. Because this Majid Jordan EP isn't doing me justice at the moment.... I made a couple good phone calls to a couple of genuinely nice woman, just to see how they were doing. And got the same "I'm caught up in where I'm at" type response, I guess its the normal ending to every soliloquy that they end up giving... And they some how still want you to listen. And that's more than likely the best thing to do. They all want to know what kind of love stays the same, and what kind of love takes this long, and they all want to know what kind of love doesn't make you old. There is no running from it. We all want that one thing that's makes us happy, even if.....we know..... we'll never get it.... Well at least that's what I heard. I'm here to tell you that....if you want something.... That you know you can never get. Tighten your belt, snugg your jeans and never let the people below on the ladder try and tug you down. Reach for that glow on the platoue of the ladder... And never stop reaching, you were put here for a reason, even though you may not know what, your hunger for that glow will give you that reason.... Round here the weather never chilli, play out till you're sixty, all for the Suncity.... Swag.