Life is Like

After suffering through writers block for a while, I decided to wait it out and just record and submerge myself in music. During the duration of my dryspell, one track I had repeatedly on loop was Nas’s classic track “Nas is Like”. With that being said, I got the idea to do my own take on his concept and thus, this poem was born. I for one am very happy to have overcome my writers block yet again. Who's bad?

Life is like the first time you exit your mom’s womb & those tears are shed

A foreshadowing of the years ahead, your fears, regrets, your peers, & debts

Are all mapped out when those 2 tears hit the ground & as twenty years sit around

You’ll hear that sound echo loud & echo proud as you realize you can’t let go now

But life is like finding the meaning of sane in madness; I’m sayin’ it’s backwards

It’s like standing on the bus tryin’ to gain your balance, the pain in malice

See it’s like that ugly kid who had major talents but would still get picked on

Like my fro when its picked wrong, it’s like the 40oz bottle before it’s sipped on

By the bum who thinks outside the box he sleeps in cuz there’s no beauty in roses

There’s beauty in the homeless but crudely, rudely, truly, there ain’t no beauty

And you know this so you hold this in a closed fist & you post this on my Facebook wall

Like “Look, maybe if you put your pen down you might see life for what it is doll”

And my response will be that you gotta accumulate the cuts & scratches

Cuz amongst the madness our loves takes practice & you are the sight for my glasses

And I’ll watch as people like this status & hope they’ll post the common comments

In common context that impacts like a comet condensed that come to contact

The Earth, I’m too busy feeling alive, like a thrown away condom contents

But I’m still prone to karma’s conscience & when it comes I’ll be calm & content

And finally when I log off, I realize I can no longer see friendships

So I’ll throw my fists in fits then I’ll blow a kiss & hope it fits Apoca’s lips

And my clock will tick to remind me that it got too much time on its hands

But that’s what life is like, it’s like that group who added the woe before the man

The truly soulless who front like the man is woeless but they can’t control us

In this phallic society, they wonder why the feminists are so pissed

But that’s what life is like, see life is like you and I & you and I

Are like the wise in a fool’s disguise & the fool’s disguise is like the cruel & kind

Which is kinda cruel but the cruel is kind; they just show it in a different way

But listen hey, not a morning goes by where I don’t sit & pray

Which is lame but life is like a pretty porcelain doll with a cracked face

Hideously elegant & you know this but you’d still kiss her face

For the sentimental value plus it’s beautifully imperfect

Yeah, that’s what life is like imperfectly beautiful, just like a person

And I can go on & on about how humanity is flawed & lost

But just know I’m a man that can accept his flaws & that universal law

You know that law that says nothing is perfect…with the exception of my ma?

Well, my ma and maybe God too cuz he created this universe thus the law?

Doesn’t exactly pertain to him, we can delve deeper but it’d take too much logic

And to be honest, I kinda lost it in a lawless Los Anne where the law is lost and

The cowboys rule & they’d shoot you in places where they know it’d hurt

But that’s what life is like; life is like taking that last breath before leaving this Earth

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