Who is more at fault, the parent who leaves or the parent who cries?

• I sat down with the lowest of expectations
• Recalling from my mind a fabled dream that has not since passed
• I’m trying, grinning, seeping through the crap and sludge to get to it.
• I can see it now
• The lights
• Grey tinted with blue and black
• I walk along the streets alone at night
• Unlike NY LA gently slumbers in the night
• The freeways humming softly like the murmur of a weak heartbeat
• I walk above the sidewalks, my feet...

But what does it mean?

Reality is bullshit when your life is a dream

Mean, fiend, I don't give a fuck

I give my life to Uncle Sam so he can take off my cuffs.

The rhythm and the rhyme, some might call it hip hop

I call it the eyewitness account of the doped up

Strange, callous, and Un foreseen, that so called hip hop can unite black and white while still making green

I don't even like the...

So here I am walking around with the camera angle behind me

The hip hop drops in the background as I distract myself

Looking for the beat as I ignore my math problems

This won't rhyme nor should it

My stream of consciousness is not a stream that flows rhythmically

It's violent and sudden like the guitar lick of the beat

It goes in and out as I go in and out of work

Rhyming ideas as the prophets...

The road on which my life began

The road was damp but I walked outside anyway

My head was heavy, hungover, but the cool wind set a soothing sensation over me.

I turn on my phone, the music plays as I run. The droplets of water caressing my face.

 I shouldn't be so happy. The Blues in my ear seeps into my heart.

I stop, panting for breath.

It was all simple a second ago yet now I hung to...

To think it has been a decade since a bomb exploded in England, with its debris only grazing the coasts of America in the form of "AM". A decade since a group of English teenagers cut through the garbage of mid-noughties post punk with an album as catchy as it is honest. Guitar riffs that attack like machine gun fire and lyrics that provide the clarity in a pre-constructed concept of a small bar in northern England.

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