"i got everything, i got everything...
i cannot complain, i cannot...
i don't even know how much i've really made...i forgot.
it's a lot.
eff that, never mind how much i got
i don't even watch that"
i probably have too much time on my hands, to be honest.
i'm 24. i feel like, man, what more must i do?
i've been on this planet 24 years, and i'm just a third of the way through..
what's scary is, supposedly, it gets much better. i don't see how..
food in my stomach, money behind me, plenty of women to choose from..
good family, good friends, good future..
i feel so old, it's crazy. i've been circling the globe since i was born.
born in africa, moved to america at one. been going back and forth ever since.
now i'm going back again.
then i'll be back, then i'll go back. then i'll come back etc
life hasn't been easy for me. but it's been beautiful.
when we were young, we were really pushed. americans have it easy.
we were disciplined. i've been bent over and caned more times than i can remember.
in school, if were messing up....our teachers would hit us, slap us, beat us, yell at us.
they didn't allow you to mess up in your life.
after all that, i'm in a place in life where i'm not even trying..
if i ever decided to go back to that discipline we were taught..
i'd be a scary man.
i'm a bad man. i bad bad man.
i could move mountains..
i just need to go do it.
but there's always tomorrow..lol