Word To Sly

Ever ask yourself what you were born to do? What your life’s purpose is… Will you reach your full potential?

Truth is, I think the word potential in itself is somewhat rhetorical… Full potential actually makes no sense to me. Potential is endless… It has to constantly exist, otherwise it is no longer potential, no? Full potential is a myth to me… It’s basically one’s demise… If anything,it’s your past… It’s your legacy. We can’t gauge it now. Forget about it… Just push yourself daily.

 

It’s my Father’s birthday and I haven’t bought him anything. I keep asking myself what a 70 year old man with a 30 year old son and a beautiful,loving wife of 39 years needs? I can’t buy the man liquor, besides the obvious ignorance… He hasn’t been the healthiest. I can’t smoke with him, he doesn’t like Jordans… Stumped.

 

Well I was stumped until I remembered that my father hasn’t just been a father to me, but to my cousins and my Ace. My friendship with my closest friend was also built on often having to fall back and allowing my father to be a father to him as his father had passed on.

 

Their bond gave me the brother I never had. We went to war for each other and we still do.

 

Life has a systematic way of connecting the dots. This week I watched as my two young’ns both came into their own. “Jealousy” is the highest local chart debut and “Keep debiting” was playlisted before we even gave it away for free.

 

This week I felt like the older head that had the pleasure and pride of witnessing growth… I felt like my father… That’s so valuable to me.

 

So why am I here, what’s my purpose… I’m here to push you, here to make you believe, here to celebrate with you and hold you down when shit gets grimy.

 

I’m here to show love… I’m here to be Sly Motsoane’s son.

 

 

Happy born day,Sly… You my hero.

 

All love