Runaway
by Kanye West


It's late and boring in contrast to my dreams for the past few days.

In my thoughts, like usual, is about people. Specifically, the jerks, the toads, the list of names can go on. And more closely, the misunderstood. A lot of people do strange things and they fear that others will judge them. If they have no shame, shouldn't I? The worst of humanity will do strange things and act as though they would never do such a thing; irresponsibility and disillusionment is harmful. Or maybe they are bold enough to do it but the worst has no courage, they're just pathetic cowards.

But it's strange that we say that others deserved something or "had it coming to them". That kid stole food, he deserved to be bullied. What does that mean? Who died and made you God? Many people are so full-of-it. It's unfortunate that we think our judgments are larger than the truths. We are all human; and the amazing spark in us is not necessarily from our minds but in our hearts.
And the heart of power corrupts itself, so it seems. Let it go its course to have its house of cards tumble.