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Click hereThe last two days,
I've been hit up with interesting messages from friends:
about me being a "crip,"
and how much I amaze them and they respect me.
It's sweet and much appreciated.
I sit back,
looking at the words typed sincerely across my screen
from miles away,
and I think to myself:
What's so different about me?
Like I told R.A.,
I'm just a guy trying to make in the world...
just from a sitting perspective.
BUT...
it goes deeper than that...
the folks,
they always pushed,
got pissed when I strayed too far,
tried to reign me in.
I was given my space to explore my world,
have my friends,
never treating me different
and letting me fall on my face,
which I did a lot.
Always encouraging
always encouraging.
I look at myself,
I've always been out there
always said whatever,
always been Vulnerable,
with demons of course...
but, yeah,
I've always been me.