You really can’t rush art. Well….you can, but it comes out like ass. I tried to write a poem cause I wanted to, but I didn’t feel like it. Or I wanted to write a certain poem, but the feelings I write with wrote me a poem I didn’t want to see. The product and quality of insincere creativity has proven to me that it isn’t good to try to make something you shouldn’t or can’t make.
“We tell god thanks
Ya’ll tellin us god don’t rank that’s why your breath stank
Lay off the bacon and smokes
Quit laying off the good working folks quit the hoax
And lay off the corny color jokes
Con chilly populate the colors they wont
Ya big dope”—Mos Def, “Revelations” from The Ecstatic