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Song of the Post Doo Wop : That Thing just sit and listen to the lyrics.

These are the nights I let the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill play in the background. I let the soundtrack of my childhood take me back to a purer place. Before the words struck so deep a chord in my spirit. Before Doo Wop could sway my soul. I use to let Ex Factor take control before I even had a hint of what pain the lyrics could hold. The soundtracks of my youth hold such special places in my heart.

These are the nights I rely on Tyler The Creators Tiny Desk. I reflect on the last time I felt this low. Back when the words to Bastard and Pigs Fly defied my defiance. My trouble ways. My almost detrimental mistakes. But I also think of my Novembers. The highs that came after 2016. The better times that Flower Boy met me in.

These are the nights I let Smino’s Lee & Lovie remind me of what it is my heart calls for. It reminds me of my 2022. It reminds me of her. Of YOU. Someone for sure thats been on my mind Modennaminute. A rare soul.

These are the nights I let Daniel Caesar ask me “Are You Okay?” I sit unresponsive. I set pensively until I can with a response that reflects the Best Part of my day. Intentionally being positive. Intentional focusing on the good. Maybe Freudian slipping an instance of pain along the way. I’m nowhere near perfect.

These are the nights I’m thanking for scholarship interviews. And scholarship money. And buying new dress shoes and Mya calling me a Big Stepper. I’m just a flawed man battling with Father Time. Working on overcoming my Fear. It’s Now or Never to let this Black Boy Fly.

These are the nights I let Frank and Mr. Benjamin guide me through my loneliness. Just me on my Solo dolo. Missing the Pink Matter secretly, but also sharing sentiments with Ms. Jackson second verse. Wishing Godspeed to my demons because God’s the one supporting me through the battle. And Ky, she deserves her flowers.

These are the nights I feel the culmination of my depression and let music heal me. Let it strip me down and destroy me. Let the lyrics sit. Let it All Fall Down.

Shout out to tougher lessons but also shout out to the outcomes that will be worth the growth. I love y’all. Be good. Reach out if you need a person to speak to.