Be cool mama, be here, keep you tight and out of sight. I’ma shake the trees from the roots, and rake up the fruits, rip it off out the ground, find out whats going down, tomorrow bout tomorrow mama cuz tonight, Dynamite is going to make everything all right...
One of the funniest part of the movie: as his flowing, he gets interrupted
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind