picking senior classes...what a bitch. i freaked out about what the hell im gunna do with my life. what am i gunna do. follow my parents and everyone else and become a nurse fuckin Gaylord Focker shit, or do advertising marketing shit which i want to actually do.

in the car that day before the panicing, my dad told me the old story about how my grandpa that i never met was an entrepreneur who owned mad companies in philipines and like had anything he wanted. his life was cut short by a gun wielding fuckhead. if he were here and i was able to talk to him id ask him all about how he did it because more than anythin id want to be like him or my dad even. simple talented capable men. sure i have talents but nothing really that would get me to the top.

from here on in. im gunna try to not bullshit in school. i've made a plan for my life and even though i know my plan is probably not gunna even happen at least i have something to use as a sort of ladder in my head. first steps. study for sat's, get a job, Emt voulenteering.

also. i need someone to keep me on track, someone to keep me in check, someone hot and that is a girl.

i need to meet people. so if i havent met you. feel free to.. uh.... meet me?.

rakim :

I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher