"Pressure bust pipes."
An interesting philosophy to say the least. This entry is meant to be nothing more than a retrospect for common ground. The topic is pressure and it going to be used at an extremely annoying rate so just bare with me.
Pressure is one of those anomalies of nature that we deal with in life. You know it when you feel it. That pain that starts running through your head the moment you step out of your mother's house and realized that you wanted your own spot equip with your own rules, curfews, and responsibilities.
You know pressure. The pressure to study or work harder instead of sleep and slack. That feeling that you get every time you watch one of those T.V specials about a young "phenom" that made millions after starting out selling lotion door to door. That feeling that you get when you watch another special about how a dude living out of his car managed to turn himself into a financially savvy stock broker.
You know pressure. The pressure to take care of your business. That feeling you get when your co-worker hands that report in two days before the due date. Or how about that feeling that you feel when you know that your inspection on your car is coming up, but you just can't wake up early enough to take it to the mechanic.
You know pressure. The pressure to get a decent house before your too old to enjoy it. That feeling that you get when you watch MTV:cribs and you see 50 cent with more stripper poles that you have furniture. That feeling that you get when you watch an episode of the Full House and say damn they got a lot of rooms!
You know pressure. The pressure to get a decent job that will actually pay you some dough. A big time job that you can be proud of. A gig where someone will look up to you. A gig where you can actually feel like you are getting paid what you are worth. The pressure to get that big money job so you can get a surplus of stripper poles! The pressure to get that gig so you can be mad about tax hikes and health care plans too! That job that will turn your kids into spoiled brats that are destine for reality television.
You know pressure. The pressure to raise you kids right. That feeling that you get when you know you should probably be reading to your kid more, but your just too damn tired. That feeling that you get when you watch one of those lame nanny show when the kids are cussing and fussing with their mom. That feeling that you get when see another kid that can count and know colors at the age of 2 months!
You know pressure. The pressure to get a nice car. That feeling that you get every time you get into your car and realize that you want matching rugs. The feeling you get when you realize that you want A.C. and heat in your vehicle. That feeling that you get when you realize that you want power windows instead of catching forearm cramps every time it starts to rain.
You know pressure. The pressure to stay or get in shape (and I don't mean round). You know that feeling that you get when you watching Tyrese and Angela Bassett take off his shirt or her coat and you think I could look like that if I wanted, then you go to the gym an pull a muscle getting out the car. That feeling that you get when you see another report about how bad fast food is for you, but you just can't walk away from that never ending pasta bowl (shout out to Olive Garden).
Pressure has a really close cousin named Guilt. Is it that pressure is just the physical and psychological manifestation of guilt? Or could it be that pressure is the much need fuel that some of us use to drive that extra mile toward success, achievement, and survivial? You have got to be the judge for this one. At any rate if you can figure this thing out before it is all said and done, shoot me a line an let a brotha know.
Peace to all my folks who know about that real Pressure
