How we may become content

Some antient philosophers have said, that happiness depends more on the inward disposition of mind than on outward circumstances; and that he who cannot be happy in any state, can be so in no state. To be happy, they tell us we must be content. Right. But they do not teach how we may become content. Poor Richard shall give you a short good rule for that. To be content, look backward on those who possess less than yourself, not forward on those who possess more. If this does not make you content, you don’t deserve to be happy.

-Benjamin Franklin

K-OS – Man I Used to Be

I tried it, I couldn’t fight it
Now I just wanna get back to me
ohh baby, hoo hoo
Back into the man I used to be

Things that I said I wouldn’t do, I did ’em
Secrets below the surface of truth I hid ’em
This man kind is past, but can he erase
The tears of a million years is human race
Of animals, that talk and walk upright
Then slave all day and fall in a trance at night
Roamin’ the planet, trying to find missing links
Like the men we used to be and are we suppose to think?

Mysteries, maybe not
It’s getting hot, we better configure the plot, but
I hold a pen with the grip so tight
That’a squeeze the ink onto the page, and write a song for the people
Came up from the underground, now I write above on a hovercraft sound
This microphone, like an an amphetamine
Keeping me clean, speaking in dreams
So nature can intervene, just for a scene

CHORUS

I walk a long path alone, my feet hurt
Lost some friends along the way, I did dirt
I went to church, I tried everything
From leaving my body, to watching the birds sing
For hours, so I could feel heavenly powers
I’ve been across the universe and inside of flowers
But what is it worth, I’m still just a man on the earth

Rappers are acting like man tan
Can I be candid, I can’t stand it
Rap bandit, got Kheaven acting frantic
I wanna swing my sword decapitate
But what is a man if he acts like an ape
So I sit back, planning my great escape
Load up my EPS and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality, I don’t know

CHORUS

I tried it, I couldn’t fight it
Now I just wanna get back to me
ohh baby, hoo hoo
Back into the man I used to be

Oops, wrong song
You know what
I woke up in the morning
I took a trip to the corner store
That’s when I heard my calling
But I’d never heard the voice of truth before

So I kept on walking
Pretending I didn’t see
Walked by a window and my reflection said to me
You could try all the same
But you’ll never know this mystery

There’s no pilot on your plane
So you’re not the man you used to be
Try all the game, but you’ll never know this mystery
When your pilot has no plane
Said you’re the man you used to be seen
Holla and ya holla, you follow you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you follow you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you follow you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you follow you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you follow you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you follow you fall
Yo, microphones get ripped holding us back
K dash rocking it out, rocking the cold style
Making it up, go along singing my song
Woke up, in the early morn didn’t know what was going on
Whatever, I don’t really know
Flows like an immaculate goat what up, whatever