Is a symbol, of strength, power, beauty, courage and many things
many people would love to see themselves as lions
but the lion's strength, fearlessness and ferocity are only temporary
as all things are temporary, passing through and changing form
this chemistry of life
the old lions die hard
the old lions die hard
from disease or battles
they go hard into the dung night
no social security of health care
just abandoned to die in the wild
while the new lions come up quicker
and stronger, and roar louder
while the old lions hearts beats slower
death in the African night is certain,
as the carcass passes on
the old lions die hard, my friend
die hard
It's okay,
my skin has grown tougher,
insult me, say the worse things about me
ill take that,
oh, boy bring all your fuckin hate
you stupid fuckers
hate me, I love it
I'm used to the shit
I remember when i was younger the shit used to bother me
but now
the words fall numb
insult me, laugh if you like
laugh at the glasses, the nose, the manner of speaking
i don't give a fuck
the pettiness don't bother me
in a world filled with cowardly and stupid people
insult me, I'll take it
and it will be so real,
I need it
any way, there was as kid at the bar buying all these girls drinks
and they are talking to him not feeling him, and when he walks away they laugh and insult him. Then he comes back and, "says yawl laughing at me."
"no we ain't laughing at you," then they keep chuckling
but they kid is serious offended and i can see it
I tell him they are laughing at me to make him feel better, and they coulda have been laughing at me, but I don't give a fuck
are you serious?
keep laughing
for the long road to death comes for us all
and none of this shit will be remembered
ever
It's the dull manual labor that kills
you slowly
the boredom, the boredom, the boredom
the minutes, the hours, and days stockpiled
until nothingness,
lifting a heavy box, or cement rock
waiting for the UPS, The Fedex dude, the Post Office
working a dock, or receiving
dying a slow death
when you are young, you can do the shit no problem
but when you get older, in your thirties it wears you out
By the time you are 50, you are done man, just holding on
your body is DONE DONE
there are people in this world that have it worse, bad
I think of the some kid in the third world drinking from dirty water
there are people in this world that it have really bad bad
and there are those you just go on day after day after day
with a slow death, a misery
that buries you in your sixties or seventies,
maybe even earlier
that's the Pain
http://www.amazon.com/Damion-Hamilton/e/B00YFZ44P8
It's like that thing in your chest can stop
anytime, and some of us think about it constantly
IT can come fast and swift,
and you are conscious of it's beating: miss a beat, you feel it
race too fast you feel it,
that anxiety that you won't see tomorrow:
all the plans you made could be forgotten in cockroach like
moment
You think about that, and it's just no good, of course
and we take that strangely for granted
I've taken it for granted, many times
the truly brave or truly disturbed don't care if they die of course
But for a lot of folks, of course there is:
ANXIETY
Died and it hurt me bad
a good dude died, and it hurt more
than when my blood father passed away, who was not so good a lot of times
a good dude died man, I thought he
would live forever
homie was always in a good mood,
my step dad friend.
never heard him say a bad thing or do a bad thing to anyone
a good dude died and I wept,
i hear about people dying some times, people I know,
And
it has little effect on me usually, some of them were not very good
But damn, I will always see him doing yard work, to buy money for
weed, until I expire i guess, he smoked that shit a lot
a good dude died and it hurt me in worse way, didn't think it would
a good dude died and i could see the sadness in his friends eyes at the funeral
a good dude died and will be missed
and that's saying a lot.
