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Date Posted: 03:12:33 02/01/03 Sat
Author: J£:The®ealist of Κa†a¢lÿzm
Author Host/IP: 47-pool1.ras10.tnnas.alerondial.net / 206.148.180.47
Subject: Repost!......"The Lessons of Failure"......enjoy this ya'll!

Like Nas acknowledged in Stillmatic, i'm livin the happenin of my second adolescence
yet i'm questionin past measures, of all the steps that i've trekked in
i've wrecked so many chances given to me, and i'd give anything
to retrieve back each act of weak math that i've released on this path, cuz i've misadded when i was figurin some deeds
itchin to be, bigga than me, wishin to speed, the pace of my agin
embracin impatience, tryin to collide wit real life and face this whole nation
and to seize it in one swoop...not willin to build up to fulfillin the dreams i pursued
until i realized i's drillin myself in the dirt, now how can i get unearthed
i can't even break even, fate's seemin to be placin me on a shelf full of hurt
i'm tryin to put this debt in reverse, reset my net worth, and start back from scratch
but it's so hard to get back on track, since them credit cards conned me back in the past
all the actions that i've enacted keep lastin, stackin rackin up til they catch up wit my ass
i wish i could retract em...but then again i've ascended from the sins and mistakes of my plight
realizin what Martin Lawrence recited, "No one is immune to the trials and tribulations of life"
so i take it one stride at a time, veerin nearer to steerin and engineerin my own des-tiny
hopin i find focus, weavin some meanin in my achievements before my cold death-is seen
life is tryin to get the best-of me, but i can't let it get it cuz i'll live to regret it and i just can't accept it
if i abet it and "go gentle unto that good night", and grow mental under the hood's strife
or if i surrender to contenders' agendas not showin my dentals whenever those crooks strike
and oops would be right if i got shook like some dice, when the brooks of my life try to push me wit tides
if they look for me to cry....it's a lost cause, those wells've run dry, that dwell in my eyes
expelled by the nights, when the tolls of the days would catch up wit me, i
would just sit and get high, blazin a spliff, chase it wit fifths, of vodka and let the haziness drift
over my vision, submittin to the daze that it gives, and kept sippin while inhalin the twist
raisin my fist, cursin this earth and these days that we live, til this flagrant abyss took ahold of my soul
rolled it up in a mold, where it's hope was dethroned, and to this very day it's grown all alone
and the thump in my chest?, it's stone cold, like WWF, when ya hear the break of the glass
disheartened by the hardships from pacin this path, like a man, waitin for the labor to pass, and make him a dad
i'm makin a dash, on the fast track goin no place fast, it's like i'm sprintin in circles
but i'll never give in, and i won't admit when i'm hurtin, like Mr. Clinton wit herbals
i'll keep on struttin this rut, until i dig in this earth if that's what it takes to prevail,
i'll march through the gates of hell..grabbin satan by the tail..if that ensures, a cure, to abate all my ails
cuz it always seems to rain on my trail, ain't seen the sun since i was young..but that's only cuz i's an innocent child
not yet soiled by the toils of my miniscule life, back when i didn't know repentance for the infinite miles
of wrong roads i chose, the lows of my growth, lookin back at that path of snags, it just goes and goes
rolls and rolls, hopefully oneday i'll peep back and see that it slowly rose, so i keep on my toes
ready to pounce, on any given instant that'll steady my mount, as i try and climb to the peak
of this life i lead, not concerned wit the worries that on this journey i might get sliced and bleed
tattered and scarred, but no matter how hard, i won't lament my ascent as i battle the cards
of the hand i'm dealt, held in the lock of my clutch, yellin at the top of my lungs, "To hell wit this walk in the mud!"
i'm jumpin to this summit where is sun is just to rest in the gaze of our God, and nest in the rays of our star
but until then.....i'll keep on steppin this quest, expectin that the best ain't that far


"Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid."
John Keats (1795 - 1821)

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