zeek what about the business
i didnt know what to say. in my mind i just thought, man the business is your passion, bruh take out the y from your and thats our passion. That passionate light lit the way for us as kids, and now its there, but instead of a communal torch, we've all taken alittle bit of that light on our own way. I wish all of you the best of luck. Its always the fam at home, but thats not the truth, and all of us know it. In reality its a waiting game. Waiting to get rich, waiting to graduate, waiting for our turn to be the masters. I read in this comic im buggin about
BEWARE THE FURY OF A PATIENT MAN
I havnt been so excited over a couple of words in a long time. But this one hits the heart in the right place. Because thats what we've been told by our parents, by society, but raised in a greedy and with immediate gratification in our faces. I'll smirk and give an evil smile, so when its my turn to show the talent, ill be like Einstein mixed up in Dr.Frankensteins story.
Im really good at easily creating stories or scenarios that are straight out of a story book. Yesterday i went to a family gathering, which was literally out in the boonies. A small cluster of nice houses located in open gravel and small streets, like a paradise surrounded by high chaparral. We drove in the rain and arrived at about 6:30=nighttime. Each street light appeared like a triangle of orange light in the massive moving wet darkness. I was wearing a black hoodie, stood in the middle of the street and looked out at the unearthed gravel and stones in the distance.... and just imagined
approaching was a pack of wolves. orange glimmers of light reflecting off of their pupils. outlines in shadows, mere streaks of light making out their identity. Hungry, roused, wet, angry. fantastic adjectives.
Come on.... dude. And so i walked away from a great scene because i had to join in a family event, with fat cousins, uncles who always asked the same damn questions, and mediocre food.... Karaoke.
Fuck it
-TPQ
