Piece: A song from Paris

In 2005, I traveled around Europe for a month. If I would have to sum up my trip, I would have to say the trip was bittersweet. I experienced every emotion you can think of on that trip. I had my share of ups, and a grip of downs. Mainly I saw myself for what I really was.

Towards the end of the trip, I wrote a couple pieces. Just letting out what I had in my head. Here's one of them. This piece actually should have the instrumental to Jay-Z's Dear Summer in the background. Because I wrote this piece while listening to this song on repeat. If you haven't heard the song. I attached a clip to help you out. Hope you enjoy



A Song From Paris

Chillen in front the Moulin Rouge
Past 30 days got me confused
Can't refuse the taste of beer and wine
The drunkeness fades in time

But wait, rewind, let's back track what you did
You should be amazed at the life you lived.

No matter what country, I'm at a park bench
Making these flows, trying to make sense

Going to different cities, walking aimlessly
Thank God I got my family

The buck might have stopped here
and that's truly the one thing I fear
But everything is crystal clear

When in Rome I did the same in amsterdam
Hope my travelin partner will come to understand

Everybody got differnt levels of fun.
Its good to have some, but I felt like I got none

I hope one day the tables will turn
And I get someone and you get burned

4 Horses will ride someday
But today will not be that day

Because today was a journey what I had to do solo
I didn't want you guys to say "Oh NO!"

To be honest with you, I thought of slitting my wrists.
I have to thank God for getting me through this

For providing me with a shining light.
I'm gonna hug her the minute I get off the flight

Tell her Thank you for being a friend
You were the one thing I looked forward to in the end.

It's hard to tell if I'm homesick of I miss my homies
Dayam Europe loves to play Akon's song Lonely

A portion of the world I felt I conquered
The opportunity I had, I'm honored

All the memories I'll forever cherish
I want the scrapbook with me when I perish

People outside will never understand.
The Eurotrip of me, W****** and A**