Pre-Preface

Some white dude name Thoreau --
    -- said
 “ain’t the poet bound to write his own biography? 
We dont wish to know how his imaginary hero lived, 
but how HE -- 
-- the actual hero --
lived 
from day to day.”

Pre-preface
By Kanye West

The 21st century be full of niggas who are fulla demselv.

A half-hour’s trawl through the online ocean of blogs, tweets, tubes, spaces, faces, 
pages, an pods 
brings up thousands of individuals 
fascinated by their own personalities an
shouting for attention. 
   I should know.

They go on about demselves; 
they diarize, and chat, and upload photographs of erryfing dey do. 

   Uninhibitedly extrovert, 
dey also look inward as never before. 
Even as bloggers and networkers delve into their private experience, 
Dey communicate with dey fellow humans in a shared festival of da self.

Love us or leave us, 
as 21st century sheeple, 
the pathless way is the only one now before us,
Though feeble. 

   Maybe yo life be hard?
Life can seem super hard, broseph
but when you think about my life 
The great and powerful life of Kanye West, 
or any other member of the top 1% → it’s a whole different story
 → come with me, it’s like we’ll be taking off on a long, blissful, well-deserved vacation→ that’s what life is like for us in the 1%, hahaha 
→ I’ll be easing you into your coach class seat → psych.

Step into the shoes of Yeezus, 
It’s comfy as Ibiza
up in here 
Up in first class wit da Armenians

Dis padded cell wit da porcelain walls
Dat I’m writing dis on, 
researching my nexx album, collectin beats, riffing raffs, 
you laughin cats

The thing of it really is that you can only hope to contain Yeezy at this point. 

You can’t stop him, 
you can only hope to limit his destruction, 
his expansiveness, 
his manifest destiny.
His lebensraum, Hotep niggas. 

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