...for my peeps with the Bentleys...the Hummers...and the Benz...

this is a song dedicated to all my fellow booty calls and MLK graduates.

sometimes, when i can't go on, i say to myself "what is the meaning of life?"...to which Peter, Paul and Mary so resoundingly reply, "the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind." suddenly, everything becomes crystal clear and my vigor for life is refilled. "blowing in the wind"...its so profound...almost prophetic. and for all this time, i wasn't blowing in the wind, i was blowing...

BLOWING IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The Answer, my friend, is blowing in the Wind
The Answer is blowing in the Wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The Answer, my friend, is blowing in the Wind
The Answer is blowing in the Wind

How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
that too many people have died
The Answer, my friend, is blowing in the Wind
The Answer is blowing in the Wind

**this is the largest compilation of unanswerable, rhetorical questions i have ever seen. the song is way better as a song...if you think too much about the lyrics, you are just hurting yourself.