They say what's happenin'/ we say the facts and if they lie/ we comin' back for them/ they might say/ but they don't know

The morning I had my breakdown I listened to this song on repeat. It's still strange to me that I managed it and not strange because it's so exactly like me to set everything - everything - to a soundtrack. You know, like it's happening to someone else.

I've been around it and around it again and right now I think life is about control. Having it and giving it up. Wanting to give it away and wanting to win it, earn it. Thinking you deserve it and hot, indignant righteous tears when you are pull pull pushing for it and failing.

They say a nigga lost his mind/ but in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme/ the thin line between love and hatred

It was the longest time I ever went without talking when not asleep and I still think about it. Being talked at, pleaded with. Being pulled and pushed and being willed to ease, and refusing.

Ah, the sweet taste of victory/ go 'head and breathe it in like antihistamines/ I know they sayin', damn Ye snapped wit this beat/  fuck you expect/ I've got a history

Giving up is having control too.. or can be. Quitting is. Letting go most certainly is.

But God don't ever give me nothin' I can't handle

Lust for life. Lost for life. The truth is in the details, truth be told. Not the fall-aparts. Not the meltdowns and tense shoulders and the can't-live-without-yous. The truth is smaller than what you expect.

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