Ruminating

What’s life? What’s living?

How much effort should I be giving?

To achieve the dreams that I see when I sleep.

Is the struggle and the pain worth the goals that I keep?

I wake up everyday to work for their ambition.

It seems my biggest tribulation is remembering my own mission

So, can you blame me if I burn purple clouds and exhale emissions

into the airwaves with all the sick words I be spitting?

Is it stupid, the words that I’ve written?

If it is, why do people listen?

I feel like it’s some kind of truth that I’ve been given,

and my proof is in the way that my words light up the children,

But I’m not trying to spit bars right now I’m tryna understand,

I got questions about existing that No one can comprehend

That’s why I look to God and speak these thoughts in meditation.

And till he replies I look for peace in medication

Am I right or am I wrong?

Did I strike a chord in your heart, are you strumming along

The way we move Is causing vibrations on the earth that we on

We’re like strings of a guitar but what fret do we belong?

That’s all to say, what is the final song?

Is it in the Quran or biblical passages of john?

Are the lyrics already written? Or do we write them as we go

Everyday is a new day they say but to be honest.. I just don’t know