As a (recording) artist, my mother always told me not to alienate my audience. Here I sit, on this toilet, guilty. Not only do I go over your head, I go out of your reach. Sha-leik said I spit lyrics that only God would understand. Well, isn't that Gospel? The argument is, if it's between me and God, I don't have to put it out.
But it brings me such joy to provide music!
Well, if only God understands, so be it. I have long harvested and fostered my relationship with God/The Lord/Jesus, and for my complex music to be digested by The divine, I can't deny it. With hope, ANY of the three will break down what I mean, this proving their existence and vindicating me of the "psychosis" title.
PSYCHIC, maybe. But my head is in tact and in check.
To complain would be to curse a blessing. I just wish God... moreso The Lord... would show mercy. I already carry a heavy weight, AM a heavyweight, and only want to be gentle to a woman. Baddie isn't letting me NEAR as close as before. This is my fault. But for whatever Smollet reason, I can't let her go.
Stuck as a puppet.
CYoung leaves tomorrow. Gonna be a sad 4:30am. His flight leaves early. We go live shortly. Might record some new 3YM stuff, definitely gonna make beats... Gonna be one for the books. Stay tuned!
I love you, StarChasers.
I love you, friends and family.
I love you, my significant. Whoever you are.
Sorry for the Ally McBeal outro.
~Jr.~
