Fruit for Thought, Musically Inspired

So I fell out of the rap scene. On occasion I do take a peak, and today I heard something in Drake that made it all the more clear just how destroyed he is, and the music industry is. Think about it. He came into the rap industry within a year became the hottest on the market. In the midst of getting caught up with the new money, the new attention, he forgot about what mattered. And I'm sure when he finally got a chance to look around (or as they say: the smoke clears) like so many other music artists he saw reality. Cold, hard dollar bills, prostitution, rhymes on paper, and a binding contract that says I _________ choose to sell my soul for X # of zeros.
Think about what you are fighting for. Think about why you need to be accumulate things--to accumulate wealth. Wealth in this system equates to selling one's soul. I just hope you pay attention. I'm not saying a job isn't bad, but any job with close to a six figure income equates work becoming your life. As Drake says in this song, "It's funny how money can change everything." I think it's funny how many people strive for extensive material goods, and next thing you know, you are in debt or weighed down by your possessions. I would have posted his actual song, but he said some things that I just don't want on my blog. Ever.

Essentially, his song just encouraged me to remember to live simply, without the spotlight, and without the "grandeur". I am choosing my destiny right now. I am making choices that will impact me for many of my adult years. It pays to remember how to make my time matter. Praying often helps. Listening to my trained conscious helps.Jah lets me know what to put first, and it makes my heart glad. As long as I listen, the rest will follow.

Drake-Excerpt from "Fear"
"...
And I'ma keep it honest.
I'm so tired of being subtle.
It's just me, Forty, O, and Nek standing in a huddle.
Staring at the members of my team.
Who get questioned about they profit from this million dollar scheme.
Just know that am in debt for you defending all our dreams.
I hope you tell your families this sh** ain't what it seems.
But y'all the reason for a lot of my devotion.
You know I spend money because spending time is hopeless.
And know I pop bottles 'cuz I bottle my emotions.
At least I put it all in the open.
...
Welcome to my realest year.
Yeah.
I swear that we making a killing here.
I should be on top of the world here just chillin' here.
Uh.
But it's funny having fans.
Who find you before anybody ever has the chance, and build you up so You could be the biggest in the game.
And realize when you're there,
Sometimes the sh** don't feel the same.
Yeah.
And plus things are just surreal at home
People think I've changed just because my appeal has grown
And now security follow me everywhere so I never actually am alone, I just always feel alone.
I think I'm scared of what the future holds.
I was wishing for some things and now am used to those.
Every girl I meet thinks I'm ****ing groupie hoes.
The honesty of my music has left me too exposed.
All my old friends think I got a new crowd.
And people seem to notice every time I do smile.
I guess that mean they come few and far between.
Even though am living out what you would call the dream.
Yeah.
And my uncle ain't even messaging me.
And him missing in my life is kind of messing with me.
I hope this isn't one of those forever things.
It's funny how money can change everything.

(Chorus)
Don't believe the lies.
Look me in my eyes.
Please don't be scared of me.
Please don't be scared of me.
I remember you.
This feeling isn't new.
So please don't be scared of me.
Please don't be scared of me."