We created our own meaning through the number 2,017.
Some signify it as new life and on it place their hopes and dreams.
I don’t know…but as for me, I live my life accordingly.
I think about what I’m getting into next in this numerical anomaly.
What will I write about?
I just came off of self-diagnosed writer’s block.
I was bumping Yung Joc down my block,
But the only thing going down were the raindrops.
And I don’t have a drop top,
It’s a Mazda 6 with the power locks,
I just merged two separate decades of songs
Like samples off College Drop.
See what I mean?
I’m as random as can be,
But where will this curiosity lead
When a system of numbers doesn’t benefit me?
And I’m not talking about statistics
I’m already beating those,
Like playing San Andreas on PS2
With no cheat codes.
2,017 (two thousand seventeen)
Is not my 2017 (twenty seventeen)
Because my year begins with each sunrise
Accompanied by a meme,
With a plethora of group messages
From a bunch of clowns.
But there’s truth within this circus,
And it’s always in town.
Now I know I’m rambling about my happiness,
And I don’t know what you’ve been through,
But listen when I say don’t let a 4-digit number
Relegate the life within you.
What do I know?
I’m only 20 years young,
Though I barely lived my life
I merged the fundamentals with fun.
I’m not saying this is a guideline,
Do as you please.
But I know next year I’ll hear
“I hate what 2017 did to me”.
You can’t blame a number
That’s only in its prime,
It doesn’t even have a soul
So there’s no crime.
Let the days flow like a beat
On a Knxwledge track,
And take time to breathe
Or you surely die from that.
Bad things occur,
But the blessings will unfold,
Don’t let the number 2,017
Grasp and take a hold.
The Ink Slinging Slasher