See it's always the image of change... that really makes the poem....

Today I feel so homicidal.... 
Cause I missed my daughter's dance recital, knowing that I am her idol....
Knowing I could break the cycle...  
Knowing those mistakes are vital....
I can't be that archetypal, only father by the title.... 
To their love & their affection I am not entitled.....
I hope one day I'll be there to walk my baby down the aisle... 
There to schedule all her bridals...  
One hand on the holy bible.... 
Word to Gabriel & Michael.... Rafael & all disciples.... 
I know life feels like it's final..... know failure & denial
Came so close to meet the holy ghost on nights I held a rifle....
Did that for my own survival.... only god can hold the trial....
Nowadays if we shoot at a rival that shit going viral....
Then we wonder why they spiteful & would die for their reprisal
Thats our life for... them to package sell to stores on vinyl
That's why it's vital that we learn from Jay-Z owning Tidal
We gotta own our masters, they want us alone & tribal.... yeah...
Avoid the spiral.... but don't fight the pain
You don't have to yearn for sunshine, learn u like the rain....
Remember times aint have a dollar left to ride the train 
....Now I use that pain.... to light a flame & (my whole life has) changed....

What happens when uh... any great musician plays a sudden piece of music, he plays it today & he plays it again tomorrow... is it the same piece of music, or is it another....?

Today I feel narcissistic….
…I’ve done too much bottle sipping, hope that’s not a problem is it….?
Let's talk, while we got a minute…. all these blessings god has given
Yes, I love the game but see so many niggas caught up in it
Losing all their friends over bottom bitches & profit splitting…
Don’t know they could start a business….
Don’t know good financial fitness…
….Materialistic….victims of their own decisions…
Me? I let Jehovah witness….
Even with no pot to piss in I was still so optimistic…
….Grew up artistic…. I was young & gifted…
….between a misfit & might rob your bitches…
….Between a mystic & might smear your lipstick…
….Barely existed now I’m near the limits…
I beg forgiveness for the nights I slid & scared em shitless
We risked it all over the smallest digits…
Now I’m taking risks to give my kids a balling Christmas…
Or trips to somewhere where they be sip on hibiscus
Don’t you want to live delicious?

The philosophy of change....From one point of view...Change is just too bad... Everything flows away... and there's a kind of sadness, a kind of nostalgia... There may be even a rage... Go not gently into that good night... but rage rage against the dying of the light...

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