The smell of Black & Milds have become a familiar fragrance to me. STRESSSSSSS!!!
I'm stressed out cause I can't...WRITE...SHIT.
My inspiration has been shot down.
My muse is nonexistent.
Depression & Reality are overpowering passion.
This is not a mind frame I need to get comfortable with and it's irritating the shit out of me. I'm starting to feel like "Is this music shit gon' pop off like I KNOW it's supposed to?"
I got complete faith in my dream, my passion, and my talent but damn.. I have no back up plan. So if this music doesn't work out...truth be told..I'm Fucked.
I don't want to do anything BUT music.
I don't SEE myself doing anything BUT music.
And I feel like I ain't SHIT when I'm NOT doing music. And that's just bein' real.
Music makes me comfortable.
It's an escape FROM my mind,
a gateway INTO my mind
and documentation of the craziness that IS my mind.
We're supposed to get the desires of our heart, right?
Well thats my desire. MUSIC.
THE FANS!!!
The late nights & early mornings in the studio
The tour bus
The crowds
The concerts over seas
The respect,
the flashing lights,
the traveling,
the comparisons of myself to legends,
the women,
the ups, the downs,
the life,
the "Oh he done got famous. He changed." from people that never knew me
the movies,
the fashion,
the magazine covers,
the huge unnecessary ass house,
the call that my moms gets from me when I hit platinum for the first time
the journey of success
the giving back to my community and making a better world
I JUST WANT
the LOVE, the MONEY, and the FAME damn it!!!
I CAN dream AND achieve....can't I?
I'm stressed out cause I can't...WRITE...SHIT.
My inspiration has been shot down.
My muse is nonexistent.
Depression & Reality are overpowering passion.
This is not a mind frame I need to get comfortable with and it's irritating the shit out of me. I'm starting to feel like "Is this music shit gon' pop off like I KNOW it's supposed to?"
I got complete faith in my dream, my passion, and my talent but damn.. I have no back up plan. So if this music doesn't work out...truth be told..I'm Fucked.
I don't want to do anything BUT music.
I don't SEE myself doing anything BUT music.
And I feel like I ain't SHIT when I'm NOT doing music. And that's just bein' real.
Music makes me comfortable.
It's an escape FROM my mind,
a gateway INTO my mind
and documentation of the craziness that IS my mind.
We're supposed to get the desires of our heart, right?
Well thats my desire. MUSIC.
THE FANS!!!
The late nights & early mornings in the studio
The tour bus
The crowds
The concerts over seas
The respect,
the flashing lights,
the traveling,
the comparisons of myself to legends,
the women,
the ups, the downs,
the life,
the "Oh he done got famous. He changed." from people that never knew me
the movies,
the fashion,
the magazine covers,
the huge unnecessary ass house,
the call that my moms gets from me when I hit platinum for the first time
the journey of success
the giving back to my community and making a better world
I JUST WANT
the LOVE, the MONEY, and the FAME damn it!!!
I CAN dream AND achieve....can't I?
To Answer Ur Question... YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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