Me: Maybe I do too much.
Grandpa: You're a man. You do what is needed because you love them.
Me: Hmm isn't love overrated? Maybe I just do it, because for them my mind is heavily jaded. Almost like when I enter their presence I feel moderately sedated. Like the logic in me just dips off on a new sunny vacation, or he's wipping down the street just speed racing.
Oh god.
Sometimes I don't even know half of the things I'm saying, half of the things that I'm doing; like who & what am I really pursuing. But from outside lookin in I know y'all must be wondering, how he has time to be doing what hes doing; like his mind is more than just music; top notch multi-tasking but I swear I'm doing to much then I sit back and start asking....
[Chorus]
Like what am I doing, what am I doing. Like what am I doing, what am I doing.
Is this a dream I should really be pursuing?,
Is this something I could truly make my momma proud about doing?
See these are some of thoughts going through my mind, like everytime I start to write or rhyme, like heads or tails on the side of a dime should I pursue this? or just keep it as a unrecorded moderately well written nuisance,
Basically a way to get my stresses out or delve into my feelings,
Like teetering right on the edge contemplating half of the things I just said, and the other half that's coming up could leave yo ass lyrically dead,
But again, just words in my head; that happen to form a melody,
Almost like I got someone livin in my head rent free; maybe it's true the reflection of me...
[Chorus]
Like what am I doing, what am I doing. Like what am I doing, what am I doing.
- Jaleel Foster
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Too Much?
Short StoryPoetic story written lyrically, about an ongoing struggle in my life, and also in the lives of others. Something I think some people can relate too.
