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Omari T. Lyrics

I met a stranger...
I encountered an unfamiliar person...

Who was blind, skin color of mine, 4c hair texture, clouded eyes watching me. The teller of time, crying the blues with guitar picks, paint on his hands and finger tips. Shoes laced like bad medication
This person had visual impairment, a similar skin color to mine, a specific hair texture, and appeared to be observing me with cloudy eyes. They had a deep understanding of life and expressed their emotions through music and art. Their shoes were tied in a way that resembled a negative influence on their well-being.

I'm contemplating on starting conversations
I am considering initiating a conversation with this person.

Concentrated on his traits until I noticed his pen scratching invisible ink on pages. I spoke as he wrote. Before the words left my throat, he said he's been writing for ages...
I focused on the person's characteristics until I noticed them writing with a pen that produced invisible ink on the pages. As they wrote, I spoke. However, before I could finish my words, they revealed that they had been writing for a very long time.

One hundred thirty-one thousand four hundred days and counting, do your math, that's what brought you down this path. Full circle. I know who you are, I know where you've been, I know why there's an end in friends, I know I know you've lost your way, I know every day on personal levels, I know you love music from hip hop to rock. That ain't the devil. I know.
Based on the number of days mentioned, which is a significant amount of time, it becomes clear that these experiences and choices have led me down the current path. It feels like everything has come back around. The person I met claims to have an understanding of my identity, my past, the reasons for lost friendships, and the fact that I've become lost. They also claim to know me on a personal level each day and are aware of my diverse music preferences, emphasizing that it is not a negative influence.

I sense you have love for art, you stole supplies cause you ain't have the funds, and if the shoe fits, the air will force the ones to breathe it.
I perceive that you have a passion for art, and due to your lack of financial resources, you resorted to stealing art supplies. If the situation aligns perfectly, circumstances will compel those who need it to avail themselves of the opportunity.

He flips, the pad and said Read it My eyes scans the stanza and margins, the greatest misfortune is I couldn't see it.
The person flips the notepad and requests me to read what they have written. I scan the lines and spaces on the pages, but the unfortunate part is that, being visually impaired, I am unable to see the content.

I said blind man your eyes deceive, you're ill at ease please leave me be, I came to pump my gas and leave. squeezed my pocket in search of wallet and keys...
I express my disbelief in the visually impaired person's ability to deceive through their eyes. I request them to leave me alone as their presence makes me uncomfortable. My initial intention was simply to refuel my vehicle and depart. I instinctively check my pocket in search of my wallet and keys.

He shook his head and uttered ignorance is bliss. milked a couple more seconds that turned into instant minutes.
The visually impaired person shakes their head and comments that ignorance provides a sense of bliss. They take a few more moments, which seem to stretch from seconds into extended minutes.

Even though I'm blind I can help you see, it's about perception tap into your intellection. This is a retrospective moment for me. I found my way fine walking blind just to show you what you can't see. That's that cries ain't it?
Despite my visual impairment, I possess the ability to assist you in gaining a deeper understanding. It involves perceiving things differently and tapping into your intellectual capacity. For me, this interaction serves as a moment of reflection. I navigated through life successfully despite being visually impaired, and now I'm here to demonstrate what you may be missing. That's the impact of this situation, isn't it?

I told ya I know ya. From them scars down to your concrete persona. I don't know what see meant to you. But if you see through these eyes you'll see that there's a me in you. Here's proof.
I emphatically state that I truly understand you, including your emotional wounds and your tough exterior. I may not comprehend the significance of sight in your life, but if you can experience things from my visual perspective, you will realize that we share commonalities. Here is the evidence.

You tried to opt out and shun whoever claimed they care, that ain't an option, your life's undone.”
There was a point when you attempted to avoid and reject those who showed concern for you, but that cannot be a viable option as it will lead to the deterioration of your life.

I couldn't stare.. Nor step into the depths of his eyes nimbus, reigning enlightening views while I's grimaced.
I found it difficult to maintain eye contact or fully comprehend the profound insights that radiated from their eyes. All the while, I displayed a pained expression on my face.

I turn away but still choose to tune to his limits. Thoughts in my head spinning and his voice mimicked...
I avert my gaze, yet I am compelled to still listen to their words and absorb their wisdom. My mind is filled with swirling thoughts, while their voice echoes and imitates within me.

I turn back to give him a second glance and there was nothing but the pad that he held in his hands. I look around left, right, up, down like a cheat code. no one in sight. Wiped my eyes grabbed the pad to unfold. The invisible ink left indentions.. Brail like, what was his intentions? Why give me his two cents while I'm penny pinching? cm I tripping or is it a mere superstition? cs I swipe my finger across the message with suspicion I came to a cognitive vision. it read, Recognition
As I turn my head to take a second look, the person is gone, leaving only the notepad in their hands. I glance around in all directions, frantically searching for any trace of their presence. With tears in my eyes, I grab the notepad and unfold it. Indentations from the invisible ink are left on the pages, resembling Braille. I question the person's intentions and why they chose to share their insights with me while I am struggling financially. Am I overthinking or is this merely a superstition? As I run my finger across the message with suspicion, I arrive at a moment of realization. The message on the page reads 'Recognition'.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Repetitive vocalization expressing agreement or acknowledgment.

What the hell on your mind Yeah cll the time Yeah You just wanna sit in silence Having thought of hella violence Yeah yeah yeah. Oh yeah yeah yeah
Expressing curiosity about the thoughts bothering someone, which seems to be a constant occurrence. They prefer to remain silent while harboring thoughts of extreme violence. This is followed by repetitive vocalization.

What the hell on your mind Yeah cll the time yeah You just wanna sit in silence Paper plane and you the pilot Yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah
Continuing the theme of questioning the thoughts occupying someone's mind persistently. They have a tendency to seek solace in silence. The metaphor of being the pilot of a paper plane implies a desire to escape or be in control. This is reiterated by repetitive vocalization.