How Other People Came Up From Thug To Ye To Virgil To Even Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Prince , MJ To Sum It Up This Shit In My Blood I Can’t Escape It I Can’t Have A Plan B This Is All I Know This Is All I Am
All I Ever Hear Is “You Have To Create Your Audience” Im A Kid Who Makes Different Music From What We Are Expected To Hear In My Culture I Feel As If I Don’t Really Fit In So I Find Trouble Relating With My Peers I Really Love This Rap New Gen Type Music And I love Learing Bout
Im A Kid Who For Some Reason Have This Burning Passion This Destiny I Know I Must Fulfill For Nobody But Myself In The End I Know I’ll Make It Either See My Goals And Dreams Come To Life Or In The Pursuit Inevitably Die Either Way Well All Die Of Something Atleast When It Happens
Working And Working Yes Providing But I Rather Die Then Submit Myself To The Idea That Living Is Only Possible By “Working A Job” Not That Im Better Or Nun Of That But That I’ll Never Be Able To Outsee My Dreams And Visions I Have For Myself
Im Always Thinking About “Why Im Not There Yet” I Can’t Even Play The Little Job Route Anymore I’ll Never Say My Mother Wasn’t There For Me Because Thats The Only Person I’ve Ever Had I Admire Her But She Also My Example Of Where I Don’t Want To Be
Im Redd Babe Once Just “Angel” I Only Feel Alive When Im Creating Weather It’s Music, Videos, Clothes, I Yearn For Connection In Those Outlets I Yearn To Be Understood