take advantage of the naysayer
Milo Lyrics

I'm the type of dude to wear a protective layering
I am someone who is cautious and takes protective measures in life.

Preaching loudly about the journey and the laboring
I vocalize the importance of hard work and the process of achieving success.

I just want to die in the name of something great
I want to live a meaningful and purposeful life.

Now, I don't wanna die at all
However, I don't want to die prematurely.

I wanna grow and expand and consume whole galaxies
I have big dreams and aspirations to achieve great things and reach far beyond my current state.

Strong black man, moonlight ? caterpie
I am a proud black man, taking on the world despite the obstacles and challenges.

Strong black man, two stepping to reality
I am a resilient black man, adjusting to the harsh realities of life and persevering through them.

Strong black man, who can't seem to grasp the handling
However, I also experience moments of vulnerability and struggle to cope with certain challenges.

Of Reality
This is the harsh reality I face.

And it's peaks and valleys
Life has its highs and lows, with constant ups and downs.

And peeling wallpaper and bald haters
I see the imperfections of the world around me and the negative people trying to bring me down.

Everything smells like staircase piss
I am surrounded by negative and unpleasant things in my environment.

White people on spaceships
I see the stark contrast between different groups of people and their levels of privilege.

Barechest and face lifts
The extremes that people go to change their appearances and fit in with society.

It's all horrifying
The state of the world is unsettling and frightening to me.

And I'm caught codifying my at home deities
I am trying to find meaning and purpose in my personal beliefs and practices.

And eating banana pupusas on regan's couch again
I am indulging in small moments of pleasure and comfort.

Is it real son, is it really real son? Load it up and kill one, is it really real? Do you know the deal son? Is it really real son? Want it raw deal son? Is it really real? Is it really real?
These lyrics from the Method Man song represent my questioning of what's real and my desire for authenticity.

But honestly, who can say?
However, the answer to these questions remains elusive and unclear.

I remember the art museum where Mike Eagle found Dubuffet
I recall a moment when I experienced art with someone else, creating a shared memory.

I remember Meridith blessing me with Jean Genet
I cherish a moment when someone I care about shared something special and meaningful with me.

And blowing my old life kisses, bombs away
I moved on from my past to create a better future for myself, saying goodbye to the old and embracing the new.

I remember packing an apartment in the three bags And driving across God's knee caps to lord knows where
I recall a moment of leaving my old life behind and starting fresh in a new place.

More bored than scared
I experienced more boredom than fear in this new chapter of my life.

How I portioned the orphan's share
I had to learn to manage and maintain limited resources by myself, much like an orphan would.

Or learned to be the burden bearer
I learned to shoulder the responsibility of my own life and be self-sufficient.

Working the titles of my biography, I'm probably not the rapper for you, no
I am reflecting on the story of my life, realizing that it may not appeal to everyone or be what they expect.