The other night, I went manic and transcribed A LOT of my music, from the last 10 years. And didn’t explain a bar. Just exuding confidence, one would assume. Wouldn’t you know it?, the notion of mass publishing my lyrics concerned a StarChaser. They didn’t go too in on the “diagnosis”, they just know that late nite shadows trigger me.
He was right though. I was in my bag when I found the D12 “Just Like U” instrumental, and started scraping when I thought to add that picture as the song’s background (for YouTube). As much mystique as the *drKiwi* possesses, she was a good church girl. I shouldn’t have cheated. I was just depressed about the news of “Hamilton, Charles” not making me any money. In fact, no excuses. I should’ve been man enough to express to *drKiwi* that I needed more attention/affection. At the same time, her devotion to God went further than her need for a companion. In other words, she would feel guilty about the fucked up shit we did in bed together.
I almost want to lol about it.
But that little girl? That girl is my heart. Just an orb of light and spirit. Love her to death. She knew another man was her father, but she asked *drKiwi* if I could be her real dad one day. It brought both of us to our knees.
I see you, Dr. Dre.
You’re always on time.
And thank you, #AnonymousStarChaser. You already mean the world to me (just by being here), and your spot is solidified. All you did was further fuel my desire to be the best me I can be. Funny, because my dad used to preach the same core values (be the best you that you can be). Seems like I’m indoctrinating StarChasers into being…….
Hamiltonites?!
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