Matters Not

The other night, I found myself finally finishing 2002's American Rap Stars. Mainly focusing on ONYx and Royal Flush, the average person can see what it is like to be in the rap game. The cars, jewels, and heauxs may be nice and all, but a while ago, I determined, this is not why I am in this "game".

Everybody has their reasons to enter the industry, sell records, make classics, bust out hits, maybe even provide for themselves and their own. Me, I wanna contribute a sound and I wanna travel. They say, "follow your dreams"....I do not dream. So, what should one do with his life? Do what he's good at! I could write a book, I could fill up an art gallery, I could produce for Jay-Z, I could do it all. Why Rap music? It's not like it's the first thing I wanted to do and I stuck with it...I'd be lying if I told you that. I don't like manual labor, and I certainly do not like the classroom. So, I follow a non-linear path to anywhere.

I hope to change the definition of Hip-Hop's M.C. One rhyme at a time....

I have the stomach ache of the century...

P.E.A.C.E