28 of May, 2008
I was laying
in my bed, counting the hours flying by as I waited for Yuuki to come. I stared
through the window looking at the hospital’s courtyard, and when I least
noticed, someone entered my room. –How are you today?- It was Peter, hand on
his hip. –I’m okay, I’m waiting for a friend.- Peter sat down in my bed. –A
friend huh?- I nodded. Suddenly Yuuki appeared, entering the room. –Uh… am I
interrupting something or…?- I laughed, grabbing the blanket nervously. –No,
this is my friend Peter.- Yuuki got close to him and tried to give him his
hand. –Nice to meet you pal.- Peter looked uncomfortable. –I’m not your pal.-
Yuuki looked confused at how Peter left the room. –Huh… that happened.- Yuuki
got close to me and sat on my bed. –So… anything you wanna do today?- I kept
looking at the window, thinking of something to say. –I always wanted to see
the beach.- Yuuki scratched the back of his neck. –Yeah, that’s gonna be kinda
difficult... the town’s beach is pretty far without a car, and I don’t have
one, but we could have a walk through the park.- I agreed and he grabbed my
wheelchair, helping me sit on it. We went out of the room and traveled outside
the hospital’s doors.
We sat in a
small bench near the park’s fountain. There were small stone paths that
branched out in different directions towards the park, the fountain was in the
center. The park was filled with living trees of many colors of leaves, some
were spring blossom trees with pink petals. –Since when do you live in here,
Yuuki?- Yuuki took a sip from his cola can before answering. –Since a year ago
I think.- We kept talking about random stuff, time flied next to him. The first
person to not see me with pity, just like another person, not some fragile girl
who could break her limbs at any second. –Thank you…- Yuuki looked at me,
confused. –Why? I didn’t do anything.- I shyly place my hand on top of his and
stared straight in his eyes. –Because I have a really good time with you…-
Yuuki scratched the back of his neck. –I’m just me- Yuuki noticed my hand and
he grabbed it slightly, soon later he mixed his fingers with mine. –This looks
more like a date than anything.- Yuuki laughed –I wouldn’t mind that thought.-
I answered.
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
ResponderEliminarI feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losin' my focus
I feel like I'm losin' my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin'
I feel like the feelings are changin'
Feel like my thought of compromise is jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like—
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin'
I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
I feel like debatin' on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin' of no hope
The feelin' of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin'
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks in bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck prayin' for me?