I look up for a message from the clouds...like Those esoteric ones that stand out in the crowd. Those who's auras are so unique even before their open mic night each week. Those lyrically chosen ones that bless the mic when they speak, having you think...Dayum that's deep.
So as I look upon this still cloud refusing to bowdown to the wind, It kinda reminds me of the struggle that I was in. Wanting to be next to those considered my educational and musical kin. But always defined as the outsider…
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Posted on February 21, 2008 at 3:52pm —