Thursday, June 11, 2009

i just want to.. to... to...


I'm obsessed with the idea of achieving the near impossible. I don't want to just "make it", I want to be great. I want to knock people off their fucking feet with my music. That new shit... That... That classic but never duplicated type ish. There are nights when I lay in bed sick to my stomach counting the thousands of ways that I can be better when I wake up. There are nights when I cry at the thought of a stadium full of people dancing to my music. I want them to hear me. I want them to move and sing. I want my mother to retire young. I want to buy my pops that Porsche he's always dreamed of. I want to take Miss Randa to Italy and make her my wife. I want to be the best. Good is not good enough... I MUST BE THE BEST. You might laugh and think it's impossible, but that only opens more doors for me. I accept failure because I know that it will only be temporary. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my life, and the longer that I'm alive the more possible it becomes. I WANT TO BE SUCCESSFULL. I want you to be proud of me so that when it's all said and done you can stand over my grave and talk about the success that was born out of obsession.

I finally get it.



colea said...

well in my book are.

colea said...

damn what the f&*^% is wrong with peoples ears? I've been listening to this Luck-One & Dekk shit as much as any classic hip hop album. maybe not 36 chambers but who knows I just got it.