I grow, become, and know better, but there's still a bitterness in my heart for those who have wronged me.
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I grow, become, and know better, but there's still a bitterness in my heart for those who have wronged me.

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The same shit, yesterday was like today, The only difference is I trust even less of what you say
J. Cole - Lost Ones Though heâs achieved fame and recognition from his music, in my eyes J. Cole is still one of the most underrated rappers out there. Nobody seems to fully understand or believe in this manâs talents, but I donât see too many artists putting their emotions and their stories out on the table quite the way J. Cole does. His music, collectively, doesn't emphasize the high life, but rather the stories that make him human. Stories people can relate to. And aside from his raw lyricism, being that I grew up in a single parent household, this song gets me every time.
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Nah, I don't have one of those. You don't wanna see me in that Words with Friends/Wordfeud tho. @ohkaykaykaylen
Angel Haze - Cleaning Out My Closet Usually I'd be against anyone going over an Eminem track, but Angel Haze has an inner Stan in her that's been dying to come out. This track is worth the listen, I haven't heard anything this raw and this fearless in a while. My biggest problem was fear, and what being fearful could do, It made me run, it made me hide, it made me scared of the truth I'm not deranged anymore, I'm not the same anymore I mean I'm sane, but I'm insane, but not the same as before I had to deal with my shit, I had to look at my truth To understand that to grow you've got to look at your root

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Honest Expression
I want to write but I canât find the inspiration to. There is no spark, no urge, no order. And there hasnât been for some time. I feel discouraged, I feel stagnant. I hardly feel anything. I have thoughts I want to share, but words that arenât good enough. Pages and pages of unfinished notes, drafts, thoughtsâŚbut nothing to show for them. I think the problem with me is that when I write, or do anything, I want the result to be as perfect as anything thatâs not perfect can get. And when I feel I canât achieve this, I give up without trying. I lose glimmers of growth every time I decide to belittle myself by not making the right efforts to grasp gains. And I fully understand this. Yet still, Iâm too scared of producing something I may not be proud of, producing something others may not hold the way I do. And that feeling is terrible. But I forget sometimes that I write to make myself feel better, that my writing is for me. So what should I care, if you care? Sure, everyone appreciates a little recognition, but I shouldnât lust for it so much so that I feel I need others to validate my efforts, my thoughts, and my writing. I shouldnât need anotherâs acknowledgement to feel good about my work, thatâs not what Iâm looking for. And thatâs not what honest expression is about. All I want, is to do the things I love, freely. Yet still, Iâm afraid of paling in the comparison to that of my peers and idols, maybe we all are. But itâs not because itâs the truth that weâre not as good or we're afraid of trying. Itâs because weâre cowards that are afraid to try and fail. And so we donât. Not knowing what âgoodâ or âsuccessfulâ actually is bullies us to believe that weâre incapable of achieving anything with the slightest graze of greatness. But being ashamed and discouraged about who you are, the thoughts you think, and the things you want, serves no one well but those that want you to fail.
Everything I'm not, made me everything I am.
I think I really just fell in love with hip-hop all over again. I needed that.