Nas enlightens us about his depression episode. He reports his life is derailing in a big way as everything goes wrong simultaneously from difficulties holding up relationship with years-long fiancee Carmen to to his so called friends up in his entourage to his business move.
Although he could fight it off, applying patch after patch on his failing life he rather not doing anything at all. To make matters worse he seeks refuge in alcohol as his thought patterns tends to fall into the "i ain't shit" routine.
Depression, and to be more specific, conflicts between a nagging melancholy and glimpses of joy clinging too tightly in one's memory, between the discover of the absurd and the call of happiness, between paranoia and lucidity is sometimes such a torture that one can consider it's better to hang oneself at once.
Nas goes for a journey heading to melancholy and joy by turns. To hijack Dostoevsky's formula, he even contemplates such depths of both melancholy and joy at the same moment that sometimes it really seems that he is within a hair's-breadth of being turned upside down and commit suicide.
One really has to have been there before to understand though!
Nas enlightens us about his depression episode. He reports his life is derailing in a big way as everything goes wrong simultaneously from difficulties holding up relationship with years-long fiancee Carmen to to his so called friends up in his entourage to his business move.
Although he could fight it off, applying patch after patch on his failing life he rather not doing anything at all. To make matters worse he seeks refuge in alcohol as his thought patterns tends to fall into the "i ain't shit" routine.
Depression, and to be more specific, conflicts between a nagging melancholy and glimpses of joy clinging too tightly in one's memory, between the discover of the absurd and the call of happiness, between paranoia and lucidity is sometimes such a torture that one can consider it's better to hang oneself at once.
Nas goes for a journey heading to melancholy and joy by turns. To hijack Dostoevsky's formula, he even contemplates such depths of both melancholy and joy at the same moment that sometimes it really seems that he is within a hair's-breadth of being turned upside down and commit suicide.
One really has to have been there before to understand though!