[I wrote this piece in the summer of 2008 as a part of my "breath" series]

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WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

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In the words of Maya Angelou, I’ve learned that “people will forget what you’ve said, forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”. So let’s make em feel it.

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It’s another beautiful day in the T-dot, I’m strolling down West Queen,

Fresh as fuck and the ladies are out, ain’t shit that can stress me

About to make a left on the next street but got stopped by an elder, the sign on her chest it reads:

“Beauty is everywhere”

It got me thinking for a minute about this concrete jungle and everything that be in it

From all that’s living, to the inanimate objects

Fucked up perceptions when I see human mannequins walking

Left before the right foot, arthritic souls are stressed more

It globalization, they’ve got the same swagger as the next man playing the chessboard

Checkmated by the same pattern because of limited mindfullness

Limited appreciation and lack of education for the sake of simply being educated

But even in school’s teachers lack influential stimulation

On the devil’s side of the picket, there’s no restricted visitation

But this ain’t nathin’, it’s classified information if it’s economically troublin’

The public, they ain’t informed or they misinformed about the witches brew bubblin’ cost of living’s doubling

Everything is big business

Fuck cures, they only alleviate, take your change then dump your carcass in the ditches

But the beauty’s still there

Gotta repeat that – The beauty is still there

Accept what you can’t change, gotta change what you can’t accept

Do it all with a smile, give it and gain respect

God gives you one hand so place your bet

And never fold it, keep your ties close knit

And don’t bitch, just cope kid, just cope Ms.

Every fucking breath we be growing, learning another lesson

Detox yourself of the poisons and earn yourself a blessing

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Shit I’ve got to get the right grasp, zig-zagging the wrong and right paths

Gotta formulate the right math

Sometimes I might subtract, sometimes I might add

Sometimes I might take, sometimes I might pass

Sometimes I might ask, sometimes I might grab

All I know is that I’m still breathing but that’s only meaning that I might last

No shit talking, not even passing a light gas

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And image is everything and there’s usually less than meets the eyes

They get nervous when I meet they eyes knowing I can see the guise

I turned off the t.v. and started listening more than speaking, serving more than eating

I stopped questionning the meaning of why I be breathing

And then I realized that there’s infinite choices but limited chances

So I’ve got to choose to be happy no matter where I’m standing

Temptations are rampant, I manage to maintain,

Alot of dirt in my past but I keep the same name

That be AC – hated by some, loved by others

Still going to bed by breakfast and waking up by supper

Dreams are so vivid, sometimes I don’t know if I did it or if it was just in my slumber

See the difference is I learned from both my wrongs and my rights when I was younger

Buddhist taking the middle path, I’m conscious of both extremes

You can’t claim you in the same boat as me – I’m walking on water

Your inability to understand that’s your own loss, I’m paying my own cost to be my own boss

And I use to keep my head down, now I keep my head up

Can’t keep pace with friends, I’m a leader so I sped up

I’m reading more books, distanced myself from the fast life

Not trying to die young but still live like it’s my last night

I appreciate every breath that I inhale

I savour it then I exhale

Whether the shit’s fresh or that shit’s stale

I found stability by maintaining mobility

Knowledge of self the realest steaz, nothing I’ve got to prove

So it’s cool if you feeling me, cool if you ain’t

I do what I do, choose to do what I do with my day

No games, no roleplay, play my one role AC

Gonna be all that I can be whatever that that may be

And stay doing it regardless of where it may or may not take me

I love Hip-Hop but it doesn’t make me or break me

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Shit I’ve got to get the right grasp, zig-zagging the wrong and right paths

Gotta formulate the right math

Sometimes I might subtract, sometimes I might add

Sometimes I might take, sometimes I might pass

Sometimes I might ask, sometimes I might grab

All I know is that I’m still breathing but that’s only meaning that I might last

No shit talking, not even passing a light gas, I mic pass

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And by ourselves evil is done, by ourselves we endure pain

By ourselves we cease from wrong, by ourselves we become pure

No one can save us but ourselves

No one can and no one may

We ourselves must tread the path

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing but that’s only meaning that I might last

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing

All I know is that I’m still breathing but that’s only meaning that I might last…

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[previously - Breath Pt. VI -click here to view]

Thank you for connecting,

Cooper

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