Let’s go away for the weekend
Can't sprawl out, I ain’t been sleeping
Figured fleeing, but into being
We could feel things, this the real thing
What’s the real thing?
Paradoxically, fleeing can be a return to home. Heems suggests fleeing the unreal-ness of everyday life into “being.” What is it to simply be amidst the distractions and complications of 21st century life? And given the racial, political, and national dimensions of much of Heems' thought and lyrics, this is a complex question.
However, contemporary philosophers tend to think not of being but of becoming, which implies constant movement. In which case, isn’t one always fleeing, in a way?
Do not get it twisted: this verse is deep as fuck.
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