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Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Point

Get that bullshit off your mind and try to prepare for something real within the next 5 seconds

Confusion doesnt wear a name tag
and answers dont broadcast locations
theres no app for that
I got an app called Point
but it cant give me direction
whats the point
good question
ima just address it
yall can gps it
I told God im lost,
send an angel to find me
Life is real and hell is hot
and the streets are cold
so you work and you hate work
and then you go home
and you hate home
cus not a single living soul
will ever be who you want them to be
what you want them to be
when you want them to be
and you eat so you can work
and you work so you can eat
but the grind doesnt quench your thirst
you drink water
just to fill your well of tears but you never cry
if youre lucky you get a shoulder to hold your head
and a hand to wipe em dry
but never the whole person thats beside you
and they ask you whats the problem
and they mean it from the heart
but the problem is you got so many problems
you cant tell them apart
and you dont have a solution and thats the problem
and its just cycles
and the rings start interlocking like the olympics
but this life aint a game
and you can run in circles as fast as you can
but you'll never get a medal to hang
over your heart
so the interlocking rings just become a chain
so let me ask you this, what the fuck is the point?
Well
God would die for me, thats the point
My daughter never sounds so happy as when she says daddy
thats the point
and love has its shortcomings
but thats beside the point
I owe it to myself and thats the motherfucking point
And i'm in line behind my breaking point
I got clothes, I got shoes,
Yea, im cool
And these women love a nigga too
but that aint the point
To make life easier for the next man
Thats the point
To sacrifice
because money doesn't suffice
and nothing with a price
is even part of the point
God would die for me
I tell myself thats got to be the point
Cuz honestly, i dont know
I just write poetry
these are just ideas
these are just my tears
these are just my years
these are just my fears
and it may not apply to you, these are just Naijeer
trying to let these words freshen a bitter taste
this aint a test
and i wont get a big red check or a smiley face sticker
so whats the point
they say theres a heaven after all this
is that the point
if i get rich i cant take it with
case and point
everybody has felt hopeless
like whats the point
My mama say this sound pessimistic
Thats the point
I cant sulk
But a young man's hope
Thats gotta be part of the point
A man with no job
met a man with no hands
no fingers to point
and im confused
like you once were
like you are now
and just like you
i keep going
even without knowing the point
Yo this all we get and this is all we got
Confusion does NOT wear a name tag
and answers dont broadcast locations
theres no app for that
I got an app called Point
but it cant give me direction
whats the point
good question
I just addressed it
yall can gps it

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