Listening to 2Pac right now "If I Die Tonight"
outside on my porch...at my lil' table..
Something made me restart the song like 5 times. I wanted to truly listen to what my nigga was saying, right?
So I scrolled one up..
I never closed my eyes and listened to a song, and I got mad at the fact I kept spacing out trying to listen to the beat (my worst habit, but is a real contributor to why I produce music so well) and I listened to this first verse and FUCK!? An AMAZING experience.
My head is too crowded to even imagine with my eyes closed, but I left myself open to whatever happened.
First verse went by and it was like WHOA... I just "heard" something for the first time. I truly can't explain the euphoric reaction to this simple, everyday-allthetime ass method most people use when listening to music.
Maybe it was a combination of me clearing a lot of my chest today/lack of stress for the time being that helped soak up what the fuck should have been heard all along..
Got lots of music to go back and listen to.
not a moment after the first verse ended I started to smell fuckin' police in the area, I could damn there taste the bacon. I look up to and they were sitting right in front of me, blunt in hand, laptop on the table-
both cops lookin' at me like Craig looked at Smokey when that nigga told Craig, he was gon' kill em both. "I ONLY SMOKED HALF A LIL' PIECE'AJOINT WITCHU!?!?!"
But I was in my yard, so they couldn't do shit... They rolled off like they never a nigga smoke weed in front of them before. MAYBE I was doing some dumb ass dance, because I was too into that verse. Blunt smoke, and all. Sorry POPO,