Mine too.

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Heartbreaking and beautiful.

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Make the jump.

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curvesincolor:

Phylicia Rashad.

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Homie, this aint a movie. You might go bankrupt and fail like the rest of us. 

When’s the last time you gave your gardener a cup of water?! I don’t even know my groundskeeper’s name and that vato wears a name tag!

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nakhiphop:

“23 Prayers [Daniel]” - NAK x Elyon Beats
Album:”Sincerely,” The Winter EP (2012)
United: The 2009-2013 Collection.

Download links:
[PART 1]
[PART 2]

About this track:

I wrote this song on the night of my 23rd birthday (believe it or not, I am 23 years old, though to some, I look no older than 16).  I’m at a place in my life where things are beginning to transition: transition into independent adulthood, a transition into deeper responsibilities, and a transition into a more intimate walk with the Lord.  That evening, these realizations began to dawn heavily upon me, spurring the urgency to write this song.  In these lyrics, I reflect heavily upon the past and present alike, and staying true to the theme of the “Sincerely,” EP, I wanted to be completely honest and transparent to not only my audience, but to myself.  The song turned out to be a letter to myself, making brutally honest inquiries to detrimental things in my life I’ve chosen to struggle with and ignore. In response to these things, I end the song by praying to the Lord 23 things, 23 prayers- one for each year of my life- for His guidance and direction for what’s to come. 

Lyrics:
So here I am again.  My scalpel is a pen
I’m dissecting every sentence to unravel what’s within.
This battle never ends, and I’ve been grappling ever since
There were days I “couldn’t walk” as if my tassel never switched
And now I figure that the mission’s only bigger
I’m fixed upon the vision, but division’s only bitter.
I drifted then I slipped into the fissure of my prison
But before I even hit it, He delivered my forgiveness. 
I took the train and made my way into the city
‘Cause the traffic makes me think more than I want to
I’m waiting for a stranger that will be my revelation
‘Cause my brain is too dishonest for its own good
I’m twenty three, still naive to the procedures:
Like asking for a show of hands to seats of open bleachers
I’m hardly confident, at least, I’m only eager
To trying to make a leader out this heap of broken features

Every time I played and tangled with the slavery
I always faked a way to set examples with my bravery
I’m so ashamed, chains generate so painfully
Father, take the yeast: Father take it out my bakery
I want strength, now I’m chasing with relentless
Effort that will desolate my selfish independence
Made it on my own, but I know I could’ve grown
Into the man that He wanted but I chose to be alone
My will to be corrected is like the Spring without the daisies:
The will in my reflection’s like a swing without a base hit
At twenty-three I never thought I’d stumble while I’ve aimlessly
Spilled my recollection of the things I’d never say to me:
I find it’s cutest how deluded you’ve produced conclusions
Think you’re rooted yet obscure with your secluded movements
You’re pretty stupid looking thinking that you’re “suited”
But your “seven deuce” is useless on the “river,” (and you’re fruitless)
Who you fooling?  Who you kidding?  Why you trying to lie?
Where you looking?  What’s your mission?  What you trying to hide?
And from the start I knew these words were never mine.
And from the heart, I knew these rhymes were… “never mind” (never mine)
Broken like the fixture of silver that trimmed the mirror
When the fear of my interior split it into its slivers
More than just a battle, truly every waking movement’s
Like the blues and every wavelength vaguely adjacent to it
I know it’s foolish, but expecting takes practice
I took upon my faith, equipped, and dispatched it
God granted passage in seas for thick masses
(So I’m) Wishing for a spectrum in the midst of pitch blackness

Former sense of preparation turns illusion
When the milestones are too large to lift than they used to
Can’t live without you, my God, I want to face You…
Twenty-three prayers from a kid who longs to break through

Father, please forgive me for the arrogance that scars me
And bear within me fruit on every terrace of my heartbeat
Take my selfish, turn it into selfless
And show me the true meaning of repentance
I want to give praise to Your name, but distracted by praises of others
Change my aim, lens, focus, and shutter
Please forgive the fact at times my faith is trapped in the gutter
Please forbid the acts of sin and all its powerful clutches
Please heal the broken baggage that I carry voluntarily
And bury all its merit and the weight that be impairing me
Purify my heart: dismiss the clutches of the briar
Melt away my sickness… I trust in the Messiah
So take away my craving for the lust and the desire
And toss it in the furnace: make it bust within the fire
Speak to me Your Will, and Father teach me how to be in it
Take from me my all: for you say there is no median
Place me on the narrow path for when I stray in deviance
And take away whatever if it keeps me in obedience
Forgive my: anger, impatience, and pride
Forgive those anchors that lay deep inside
I want to be man You called me to be.
And experience the freedom- how you bought it for me.
Talking is cheap.  So Father, put your arms around me
So I could show em through my life of how you’re conscious of me
Bless my: family, fans, and all my friends
And show Yourself again and again… Amen

Lyrics © nakhiphop

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johncoreywhaley:

rainbowrowell:

THIS!

FINLAND!

(Someday we will have coffee, and my passionate opinions about public education will be slightly off-putting.)

FINLAND!

YES. 

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jpestrello:

“Garota de Ipanema” was written in 1962, with music by Antônio Carlos Jobim and Portuguese lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes

Today’s a good day.

Calvin: If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.

Hobbes: How so?

Calvin: Well, when you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.

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