You know, like some people say if you’re good an’ shit, your spirit goin’ t’heaven … ‘n’ if you bad, your spirit goin’ to hell. Well bullshit! Your spirit goin’ to hell anyway, good or bad.
Why? I’ll tell you why. ‘Cause, you see, doesn’ nobody really know that it’s a God, y’know, ‘cause I mean I have seen black gods, white gods, all color gods, and don’t nobody know it’s really a God. An’ when they be sayin’ if you good, you goin’ t’heaven, tha’s bullshit, ‘cause you ain’t goin’ to no heaven, ‘cause it ain’t no heaven for you to go to.
[… jus’ suppose that there is a God, would he be white or black?]
He’d be white, man.
Why? I’ll tell you why. ‘Cause the average whitey out here got everything, you dig? And the nigger ain’t got shit, y’know? Y’understan’? So—um—for—in order for that to happen, you know it ain’t no black God that’s doin’ that bullshit.
All speech is an illusion…. We simply hallucinate word boundaries when we reach the edge of a stretch of sound that matches some entry in our mental dictionary.
Steven Pinker, The Language Instinct
and i wonder what the drop is like
five stories up
when you get there
i am not what you think i am
i am unlike you
you are not who you think you are
but life is a funny thing—what drive us is not the latter but the former. we move on and in and out it is sacrilege it is not In God We Trust but in soles of weathered feet whether right nor wrong life is a vhs tape which we lack the equipment to sentiate
and if oppa hadn’t turn to vendettas, i would still be someone he “couldn’t respect”.
and life is a funny thing—each step makes it bearable, as unexpected as the next.
and guiness makes us bold; milk and honey for the free.
and maybe feeling good is our liberation and maybe hair is america and maybe what started as what started as an inevitable craving for Good Mexican industrializes beer and cigarettes and #joy. so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.