I was lyrically hit by this hit… oh, shit!
Mick Jenkins – Jazz “And, of course, the path less traveled, fuck I look like followin’ your footsteps? Don’t fumble, cause this ain’t Sunday football, I ain’t at home with a footrest
In fact I’m in front of the back of your head, but I’m coming from behind, better look left
Look left like where the fuck is he?” (Complete Lyrics)
and started to think about the English poem I like most.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Just want to let you know…