Sanity Is Beyond Me.
Trying to man the fuck up.
Listening to the voice inside my head.
Living the common struggle in Pittsburgh.
I’m just so explicit,
I coexist in places you would never know existed.
Anonymous said: Why do you close your eyes when we make love?
Why do you scream some else’s name?
Anonymous said: Any chance of cleavey selfies again???
Probably. Happens on its own.
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?