Snowflakes

This one goes out..
Straight outta my soul..
To all of y'all..
Feeling confused — don’t stop!
Keep on believing..
2Pac said: "after the longest night..
..there always comes a day"

Wait...
The calendar says date is 28.. and what i made?
Another year is behind my back..
A stack of problems and i'm feeling so fucking whack..
Trying to get, whether i could act better..
But no matter..
As a result — ain't no cheddar, and i even wearing the same sweater, i was wearing the year before..

Did i grind hard? No i did not..
Did i reach some? No i reached none..
Got a bitch, son? Yeah, but no dough, and the pocket is low..
So..

How did the year start? Do i remember that?
It was the same beggining of the year that i have ever had..
Am i gone mad? Or i should feel glad?
’Cause i got opportunity to permanently chill and feel great..
With no regret
The snowflakes falling down on my head from up above...
The skies so dark & heavy..
I guess my soul got something in common with it..
And it's all about sad thoughts on my mind..
Right..
January was a motherfucking moment of truth..
I had to make a desicion about me and all of you..
Concentrated on things i might just shouldn't have been...
Took a pretty much time to find out i got stuck in..
February and march and april are all the same..
I'm putting blame on myself or maybe claiming myself..
That i am more than maybe always was indeed..
For some time could cope to fix all of that shit..
In august, june & july the situation was fly..
A bitty meaning of life, seemed i will reach the sky..
And feeling so alive...
Why...
Deceptive illusion, i made a conclusion..
I fulfiled conceived plans — convinced stance..
But what's then? Tha fall was coming to break frames?
September, october, november — whatever...
The leafs becoming yellow, i am desperate fellow..
Awaiting rain and it brings what im in, you know what i mean!
I'm feeling so fucked up 'cause i ain't got no aim..
Inadmissible for a man, is that a lost game?
Or this kind of depression for everyone is the same?
Alright, enough..
Time to become tough..
The circumstances so rough, i keep on acting like cuffed..
December comin up..
Last month of the year..
Thank God i’m here, gonna spread love everywhere!
I’m lookin up..
Wanna know what i'm seeing there?
The Lord is sending them snowflakes and they dissappear...

Wait...
The calendar says date is 28.. and what i made?
Another year is behind my back..
A stack of problems and i’m feeling so fucking whack..
Trying to get, whether i could act better..
But no matter..
As a result — ain't no cheddar, and i even wearing the same sweater, i was wearing the year before..