mind puts my emotions into perspective has been almost completely
metaphorical. Sometimes I'm overcome by a familar feeling I used to
feel in high school, walking through the halls ways with my headphones
on bumping Sage Francis and Incubus, and of course the essential: Nas'
Illmatic. After I let them speak, it always leads to liberation.
On a more general note. I came across a true jem of a find: A promotional
Gil-Scott Heron Spirits album. For those who may not be completely up
on game with Gil-Scott Heron, spirits was released in 1994, around the time
he had become a junkie. I can almost feel his search for truth within the
music, especially the title track. For now, the expression of his journey
will be my refuge.
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