we try to fathom life
we attempt to gather existence
then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is
each passerby feels exactly the same
even though we can’t witness the process in their brains
they whole and complete on they own terms
without our say
think of all the people we know
we don’t know they pain
then think of the people we don’t know
we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane
so different but same kinda questions
same kinda lessons
I don’t know ur life
but I’m guessing based on the basic shit
know a lot of ppl faking shit
can’t touch the gist of the rest of us in this
and how we exist though
It’s a buss to think how the best of us
can quit when it get low
it won’t make no sense
but it’s intense to feel in the moment
stop roaming in your own shit
open your eyes
see that every soul is going thru it
get out the hole and
realize the whole shit got holes in it
we clueless
each human filled w experience
that induces how they movin
we try to fathom life
we attempt to gather existence
then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is
each passerby feels exactly the same
even though we can’t witness the process in their brains
they whole and complete on they own terms
without our say
think of all the people we know
we don’t know they pain
then think of the people we don’t know
we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane
so different but same kinda questions . . .
...it's a work of art. The way he goes across genres to express the black experience...I LOVED Ensley but I'm glad that he went totally left. James Smith