What is rap? What is life? Hell idk. Maybe I want to look at life as a song. It has an intro, a few verses, each line written as unique as every instrument played behind it. Far behind it. As if the beat isn't written in stone as the words are. But what if I could change the words? Or maybe write another song? Or maybe blow up like the hottest thing to see main stream. Maybe my song will just wash away like broken dreams along a California coast line. Everyday another lyric, every night another switch. Another death, another pain, another blessing, another way. My life is a song. I'm consumed by words, sounds and emotion. I'm consumed by phrases, relevance and references. Most of all I'm consumed by lines. Lines from the greats, lines from the next drug my family wants to share. Lines along the door facings and walls that I happen to stare at when the smoke is too strong. Lines along every road my feet have ever interacted with. Lines in the palm of my hand that for some, have a special meaning.
