listening to nas, plotting a revolution and lovin’ sorry everybody.com enough to contribute to it.
i’m badass in stomp-you-to-the-ground boots today and a better-not-fuck-with-me attitude.
you was my nigga when push came to shove
one what? one love
and the denial, it’s so there. at every turn, i keep thinking ‘we have a chance! we can defeat him! we can win!’ and then i realize…it’s fucking over.
like a ton of bricks, it hits. hard.
and most times, i am not prepared. the denail gives way to the disbelief and the despair, and then, the regret. i should’ve done more, i should’ve campaigned, i should’ve done something more because my measely vote apparently didn’t do jack shit.
ah regrets…
war more years…
damn.
mine :
