Life.

It's odd to me, this thing called life.

What have we done to ourselves?

Think on it for a moment in passing, as that's all you will spare if you can spare anything at all.

We live, freely.

I was not charged anything to be born, but I do pay for it every day.

It cost nothing to make me, but I pay for it.

Even though the cost of living remains high, it's popularity has not slackened.

But what's the point at this juncture?

You and I, we suffer for the rights to survive.

Maybe we don't have it as poorly as those of lesser status, but we stress, we rush, we worry, we eat, we suffer heart burn and sleep deprevation and black lung and a thousand other ailments so that we can live.

We litterally suffer through existence.

Is it right that you should spend one third of your life (if not more) working in order to get the basics of necessities needed for your own life?

If you toil away in a mine, all in order for you to give that ore to someone else just so you can be fed for a few meals?

Seems an odd contraption that we've made for ourselves.

We stress, we are sick and we worry so that we may merely live.

What an odd life we've crafted ourselves.

XKCD

http://xkcd.com/104/

What's real?

Dedicated.

Fort Minor:

I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring into dreams, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop heads
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
Is a land where the sand's made of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is Krylon Blue
And everybody speaks in a dialective rhyme
Emcees have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through all right
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

I've seen a lot of shit
I've talked to a bum out on Sunset Strip
He asked me, 'How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist
You'd lose your grip, and probably eventually flip'
So let it be know the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonist
We float overhead like a space oddysey monolith
Overseeing the game over being part of the same old thing
It's all going to change and a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain, promises you won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through all right
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real
Everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real
Everybody with nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun







What's real?

What's real is the fact that every new generation has these problems.

What's real is that every new generation feels they don't belong.

What's real is that you don't belong.

What's real is that every new generation is unique and is meant to clash with the former.

What's real is that there is no coincedence here:

Coincedence that every generation feels that they don't belong? Coincedence that every generation is different? Coincedence that we forge our own unique existences out of nothing...?




What's real is that you ARE different. This should be embraced, not feared and not changed. You were made different so that we, as a society, as a race, can move forward and grow. Life as a Shark, if you stop moving, you're dead. Never stop moving, never fear your own differences. You never will be, and aren't supposed to be exactly the same as your family, as your predecessors. Keep moving. Be yourself. Inspire change. That's what's real. Don't say "Keep it real." Just expect that to be the case. Always be real. Change the world by being your self. It's that easy.