From a boy to a man … What happened to my young plans? What happened to the imagination? What happened to pretend? How did it get replaced with frustration? I follow these demands; but still I fight for freedom; the liberation of those condemned; set living by command. Set living in sin…

I guess I am just the subtle rebel.  I’ve turned old school, in fact, an “O-G”; I’ve lost the feeling of being free. I’ve forgotten the thought of sanity; the feeling of infinity. I only sense the divine irony, of how I used to act and how I am supposed to be. How am I supposed to show respect, when I’ve never known any kind of dignity?

Then again who has? Even the elite face defeat… Fuck: Mandela broke his cage to command his own fleet. Which in turn never made a sound; like him, I’ve never known retreat or when to back down. But their still buying yachts, while poverty spreads out to the suburban towns. I guess it’s my fault; why wasn’t this fixed years ago. It’s two thousand and ten and God’s plant is still considered illegal. GET OVER IT!

Those rich by blood rule the world and we all follow suite. We clearly can’t compete and to them our outlook on life just can’t compute.  I guess peace is in your mind, or maybe money leaves you blind. Maybe a bit of both tangled and intertwined.

I wasn’t raised like you. Sure, you can see my faults, but till you wear my shoes; keep them opinions in your vault. I was raised off a high, to hide the pain inside. I grew up with anger, I really can’t describe and by that very feeling alone I’ll always abide. It’s the only way I know and I suppose you’re the same. We are one in the same. Although we’re living up to expectations set forth by different names.

How can you appreciate the design by beauty; but neglect beauty by design? The world is staring us down and still you walk blind. The moon will show you light and through the night will keep you safe. You can only trust the sun and for that I sense you lack faith.

Your customs are lame and that’s probably why you have out grown them. You’ve become spoiled by what you have and can longer see what’s golden. Please take a deep breath and re-evaluate the situation. Also don’t forget, this is why they call it vacation.

-Myles Hoehn