at first, i was sure it was about the little things, paying attention to the micro at the expense of the macro, the bigger picture. honestly i'll let you be the judge of whether that's the right focus. lately i personally just want balance. thank you for listening.

Mixing & Mastering: Kevin Smith 
Creative Direction: Erik Washington

MINVTIAE

I had to see you, before I leave. This won't take too long, just wanted you to see me bleed...because you think I'm bulletproof, I just play aloof, I've been missing you. You been busy boo? Doing this, doing that, doing well...well ain't that nice?

MASOCHISM

I focus on the little things 
Dwell deep on my own dreams 
Could die for a little sleep. 
Go broke for a dime-piece 
There’s no change 
So I don’t eat. 
Stay focused on the little things:
the lime light is bitter sweet 
But when the time’s right, 
it’s me in the daylight.

This minutia is crucial
Devilish details brutal. I
Been focused on the little things. 
the literature, aperture, 
Majors and the miniature,     
seeing more of the bigger picture.
Harnessin’ a furnace from within 
Being more than just a story bout I fell a couple stories and survived, 
The hype a bit contrived. 
Some days I wish die.   
  
This minutia is crucial
Devilish details brutal. I
Been focused on the little things. 
the literature, aperture, 
Majors and the miniature,     
seeing more of the bigger picture.
Harnessin’ a furnace from within 
Being more than just a story bout I fell a couple stories and survived, 
The hype a bit contrived. 
Some days I wish die.   

Suicide on the mind 
Do you mind
Leave some love on the side
Oh, we're just not enough, life is tough...
Where's my smile?

I focus on the little things, dwell deep in my own dreams. Could die for a little sleep, go broke for a...queen

If you say so, bring your halo, and yours. 

I focus on the little things, dwell deep in my own dreams. Could die for a little sleep, go broke for a... girl like you.

MINVTIAE (REPRISE)

this not a fling, i threw away a couple things, just so we could be a thing, i've been focused on the little little things, i got a litany of harebrained schemes, none compare to you and me.

Back when Ocean had a Twitter 
Ocean water wasn’t bitter 
I’ve been swimming in the litter 
Gettin’ dirty by the meter. 
I’m as metric as Anita Baker’s dozen, 
I’m sinner, wish i wasn’t. 

Nostalgia got me buzzin’ 
Back when life ain’t have me fussing 
Fucking focused on the flings, 
fighting feels, it would seem was a dream, when you said that you loved me.

FLING

Son of Jupiter
Heir to the stars up above 
With my head in the clouds
Full of air and my
Hair all about
Seeking bouts with the doubts to the clout, 
I’m just thinking aloud (thinking)

Is it pride to be proud of a thing rarely praised? 
I’m appraised at a price that is twice as nice as Odin’s only iris
I have lost a lot, it’s tiring. 
I’ve become a tyrant. 
Come undone from ways to get to god.
It’s hard to blame a father.
Nothing’s further from my truth. 

Son of Jupiter,
Heir to the fruit in the trees,
And soil of the earth, nothing more
Nothing less than I’m worth 

 Minutiae crucial, devilish details brutal.
I’m new to this game of cat and mouse, mice and men, vices there-in. Been severing several sentiment much to my chagrin, ice and gin, to wash down the wicked whim, let me waste away, or find a way to save the day. 

Son of Jupiter, heir to the stars up above with my head in the clouds, full of air and my hair all about, seeking bouts with the doubts to the clout, I’m just thinking aloud:

SON OF JVPITER

SINGVLARITY

Intense, 
As in past tense. 
Presently poems of petulance.  

Was Love?
No. The feeling was like 
OJ’s glove, didn’t fit. 

Had potential in the thick of it, now…sick a bit, out of wits, 
rhymes and dimes I could not deny 
Might lie in dyes of ink with which I use to imprint with my pen tip 
Sad love poems, unrelenting. 
I’m sick of venting, 

Need inventing

MINVTIAE

Mercvry 94