Thank Ya Kindly, Papermate

I wanted to speak
I wanted to tell a story
I wanted to mold a soul
I wanted to provide an escape
I wanted to move a mountain
I wanted to extend & expand a river

I wanted to save my family… both sides
Well… whoever needed saving anyway

I wanted to single-handedly uplift a nation

I wanted to explain my days of infamy
The 21st of May
The 14th of November
Days to remember
Days of Birth
Days of Death
Days of 2010
Days to forget

I wanted to become a song

I wanted her to know that it’s not her fault…
That I don’t blame her...
She did what she had to do…

What we had to do…

I wanted to slaughter my enemies
Mortal Kombat Fatality style

I wanted to confess why I’ve stopped crying
Don’t get me wrong...
I’m still sensitive enough to share this with you
but no one sees my tears
They don’t see that side of me
so vividly anymore

I wanted people to know
my brother is a genius
Musically
Mentally
Spiritually

I wanted to talk about why we should leave
both Lebron & Libya alone

I wanted to know what’s wrong with my friend
If it’s because I didn’t write that poem
you’ve been waitin’ on… I’m sorry dude
But if you were presented with the pressure
of having your words tattooed
on something more permanent than paper
You’d be scared too

I wanted to go back to Orlando

I wanted to express why I still love her
Why the world can’t tell me anything about her
Why I’d die for her

I wanted to resurrect the dead
rearrange time,
rewrite history,
And rebuild reason
I wanted to meditate
I wanted to pray
I wanted to rest
I wanted a response
I wanted to bask in the pool
of my spirit’s thoughts
and emotions

I wanted the matter behind my skull
to produce steaming fecal substances
to share with others

Scratch that… even better:

I wanted to wipe the a** that is my brain
with my notebook
So that the end result
would be a paper imprint of
Hot Sh*t

But I couldn’t

My mind was constipated

And my damn pen ran out of ink…