Blueprint

Fella, we all books. Just, with different stories. Different content. Different Pages. Different chapters. Different printing styles. BUT.

We’re all books.

We all have a start of the story. And also, the end. But what differs, are the scenes. What happens when, When happens how .. the usual. What differs is the time of the climax. BUT, apart from that .. we ALL have our own storylines.

I have mine.

Mine was a casual start. A couple of chapters passed by .. till the chapter where the plot starts to thicken. I meet my partner, goddammit. LOL. So we on the roll and all that, right. Playa pimpin and all that right. And somewhere between the subsequent chapters, I mess up my partner mess up WE mess up. Next scenario? Partnership? Broken. And guess what? Instead of our minds, we got our EGOs doing the thinking. It’s fascinating, trust me.

But it’s, Pretty Ugly - Ugly Pretty. I don’t know.

So I was saying .. we all books, right?

So a chapter or two after the point of our watered down partnership .. I saw this loophole in 1 of the chapters. I check it out and check myself in. Little did I know mahfucka, instead of the book .. I became a reader reading a book that’s suppose to be me. S H I T ?! I know. 3-party bird’s eye view. And reading your own self. I KNOW! LOL!.

It’s like watching a true movie based on you .. from start till the finish. Your life. Ain’t you ain’t even dead yet .. shiiiiieeeet.

Anyways.

So I flipped a couple of pages, skipped a few chapters. Till this 1 chapter, where the climax was getting started yaknow. And and and, it was the finest sight for me man. The momentum of everything was perfect, everything fell in place gracefully. That drew a smile on my face. But. I’m heaving chest pains now. My pops had stroke, so I thought I might be catching one as well.

My right palm reached out to where my heart was at. OH MOTHERFUCKER, this was some freaky shit. My heart ain’t beating. And I was like, S H I T! Ima die Ima die Ima die! Got myself rushed into a medical center and all that shit. Got doctors checking on me and shit. I’m fine. And I’m like, W H A T ?!?! How am I fine if my heart ain’t beating. He said, your bodily activities are normal. And I’m like " =? " .

So here’s my situation. Was a book. Was somewhere between the chapters, but I had the chance to skip far ahead and check out the climax. Liked it. Didn’t see the ending, but I’m guessing it’s sweeter. But I had a heartattack-like shit yaknow. No heartbeat. All normal. But no heartbeat.

Look, the chapters were ugly .. no doubt. The partnership broke down. But the climax is pretty. We have a nice shot at make this story work. Your story. My story. Our story. It can work. Trust me. But..

I had.

I need.

I must have.

My.

H e a r t b e a t.

C h a r g e d up. You heard me right dammit, I’m charged up.

My black desk is illuminated by a table lamp. Literal or poetic, I don’t know. But what I do know, after the moon comes the sun. You ain’t always on top. You ain’t always bottom. Ladies and gentlemen recognize and respect that, yaknow?

People around you ARE ALWAYS gonna be pushing you. Question is; Up or down, yaknow.

I ain’t a palm reader man, I’ll admit that. But I ain’t calm eitheir, yall better know that. I’ve been broke. I’ve been broken. But, it’s not how you fall you know .. it’s how you land. Life is like roads man. You GOTTA get lost to GET YOUR sense of direction and know where’s where, yaknow.

I’m thankful I’m blessed with people that keep me in check. You oughta too if you’re lucky enough to recognize and respect that. Realize, you need to recognize and respect.

Remember. The Sun comes after the Moon. And yeah, some of you negative bastards might turn around and tell me, the Moon comes after the Sun. But but BUT, the Sun shines own it’s own, not the moon. So .. hustle, struggle, buckle .. whatever man .. Just build your ’shades’ and enjoy life .. the Sun was, is and will always be there. Full moon only comes 12 times a year. Go figure.

Life. Is. Beautiful.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

It’s a me, myself and I tribute, yaknow.

I always thought I’m different. Always thought I’m one of a kind. Always thought I’m a rare character. That’s a right, a rare character. And you know what, I just am.

Someone who I’d consider somewhat a deep thinker shared with me, s’all bout "chilling with people I care no money needed" .. how’s that for life? R e s p e c t. But but but .. money is equally as important as the air that fill up your lungs, ladies and gentlemen. Gotta get that cash-money. Gotta. Hafta.

Broke - ain’t a phase. It’s a lesson. Maaaaaaaann, gotta bounce, busy. I’ll fix this up if the time and mood falls adjacent.