Ever since I was a child I’ve had many dreams that I chased. G.I.Joe was a staple in my early childhood and it made me want to join the armed forces. To be honest, I just wanted to be like Snake-Eyes but as I got older I realized that all that goofy shit was just a fantasy and that becoming a super soldier meant strict discipline and sleepless nights hiding my true identity, traits I did not carry. During that time I wanted to be a cartoonist. Cartoons were the world to me growing up and to this day still something I find myself gravitating towards. I used to have a comic called “Somewhere in the ghetto.” It wasn’t funny at all but it was a little piece of me drifting out in the art world. I don’t know why but cartoons slowly drifted out of my life and skateboarding took over my entire life. I still drew cartoons, but I wanted to become a professional skateboarder. I started skating seriously at age 12 and by the time I was 15 my eyes were set on turning pro, or at least becoming sponsored before I graduated high school. All while this was going on I had another dream, I was going to become a mechanic. I specifically attended a school to learn how to work on cars which only lasted for 2 years. Why so short? Oh because money was waved in front of a poor teenager from newburg and I found myself months later after my Junior year of high school working at UPS.
Four dreams, four missions, four goals, all down the drain as I turned towards a life full of boxes, dust, and airplanes.
What do all those dreams have in common though? I could travel. The Army would have stationed me overseas somewhere. Skateboarding would allow me to travel with a team to other countries to film video parts. Cartoons would have given me the opportunity to work for different publishers, relocating, or doing signings for fans. Being a mechanic would have opened the door to many avenues that would have placed me in garages around the US or world if I got on a racing team. All I wanted to do was travel, yet here I am with my parents making rap music in my fathers garage.
Now here we are, sitting on my last dream. Sitting with the very last thing that I am good at. All the things I’ve done in life I was decent at, but with music I’m actually good. I try to be fake humble but that just makes me look like a dude that lacks confidence in himself. When it comes to this music though, I’m actually the shit. Like I am reeeeally good at creating raps and sometimes I can make a dope beat. I don’t know what comes after this other than just continuing my career at UPS but I have to succeed, I have to win for once. I have to prove that I am the greatest to ever write these poems. I want to go on tour, meet my fans, shake their hands, take photos, hear their stories, skate new cities and experience life through my words.
My jealousy brought me here. Its brought these thoughts up and I feel really silly writing all of this but its how I feel.
this is all.
~keep it all smiles