My C.O.O.L (Comment On One's Life)I sit and think of the way I live and arrive at many different conclusions
for there is not one singular path of thought which i follow at any given time.
Holden Caulfield resonates within my consciousness as a vagabond with a place to call home
I read The Way of the Samurai without contemplating the choice between abstinence and marriage while thinking of a way to get laid and drinking Corvoisier on a Saturday night.
22 years old but my soul refused to give up my past life and retranslate in the present day and time.
This is why metaphysically I labor over the meaning of Black Liberation, lament over the tragedy that Coltrane's genius was held captive in a plastic syringe and the hubris of J. Edgar Hoover.
My generation Treats me like bastard refusing to accept that with which they cannot identify but I doubt I can learn much from T-Pain about soul
Spare me the lectures on getting with the times
Time is just a concept
And Conceptually our time is running out on being young black and irresponsible
No more do we watch out for our own, now we must watch out because of our own,
the de-evolution is on AutoPilot and to pay proper tribute to Gil-Scott Herron; No Knock on my door because I just don't want to be bothered.
Consider me not a traitor to my peers, but an advocate for doing better
and we must do better than fathering children and instead, strive to be fathers.
Our women must do better to re shape their identities in a form other than their backsides, dare to challenge the definition of cool and know that if you think, therefore you are and you better get it together or one day you will wake up
wondering.wondering.wondering
where YOU are....
-Debonoir
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