I, Me
I made so many mistakes then. But these were not regrettable mistakes. I was such a kid, and that doesn't bode well with a hard head, self set exceptions, and a genuine misconception of time and repair. Though, that is neither here nor there. There is no room for regret, for melancholic reminiscence. There is only the strive to live within the moment, to fight complacency, actively.
There is a salt mine that spans 1,500 acres that lies directly beneath the city of Detroit. Did you know that? I never did. Yet I believe it is safe to assume the sights, sounds, and experiences we could take from the quarter mile trek beneath the rouge could be nothing less than spectacular interpersonal exploration and creative fodder.
It is a paper trail. It allows.
I digress. Eric B's jazz break production and Rakim Allah's lyricism is a taste acquired like learning the essence of wine, and it matures in quite the same way.
- What's on your Mind? \Don't Sweat the Technique/ (1992) -
"Next stop was mine, a familar scene
I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See I don't bend and I won't rust
And I don't break and I won't bust
Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat?
Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete
I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me
Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me?"
There is a salt mine that spans 1,500 acres that lies directly beneath the city of Detroit. Did you know that? I never did. Yet I believe it is safe to assume the sights, sounds, and experiences we could take from the quarter mile trek beneath the rouge could be nothing less than spectacular interpersonal exploration and creative fodder.
It is a paper trail. It allows.
I digress. Eric B's jazz break production and Rakim Allah's lyricism is a taste acquired like learning the essence of wine, and it matures in quite the same way.
- What's on your Mind? \Don't Sweat the Technique/ (1992) -
"Next stop was mine, a familar scene
I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See I don't bend and I won't rust
And I don't break and I won't bust
Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat?
Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete
I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me
Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me?"