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by Brandon Martinez
Looking back over this ole life, a young buck adolescent, sitting there in front of a judge quite perplexed of my hearing being conducted for emancipation, often throughout the proceedings I was a bit baffled. As a teen, I lacked the intellectual ability to comprehend the magnitude for his decision to be rendered. Although factors were taken into account by the judge at his discretion, perhaps I should have provided some input, certainly the task was exclusively delegated to him, with such an imperative crucial decision at stake. To not object by advocating on my own volition was a mistake, I can’t change the past of what transpired that day.
What I can do is convey to you that if you ever encounter this predicament as a youngster, please make the proper decision in your best interest. See the broad picture of life. For certainly there’ll be fallout as a result of you being granted emancipation. Absolutely, to some extent for the time being in the moment it will appear you’ll lap in the luxury of freedom with the yoke of the parental reign dismantled.
Why am I always drawing skulls? Maybe it’s because I’m super grateful to have one, and whenever I feel like I don’t have anything I remember I have a skull and I can feel my bones dancing according to the beat of the ground. Oh it feels round, and now that time has come I can finally accept myself for what I stand for.
I love music, good graces to you and everyone reading this. I love you, don’t forget that.
And if you’re ever alone and forget, remember you got a skull, remember you’re alive, and remember their blood naming water and moving ground, hear that sound.
We’re all learning to be something, someone better. We’re all growing to live, to love. Now tell me, can you see, can you feel the way you used to be as a young child, or when you’re riding on this infinite road mile after mile? We’re all getting there. When, who knows but let’s keep on trying though, because if we don’t, then what are we, who and what exactly?