Why do I work so hard? Why? I’ve already partied for 5 years straight. I’ve traveled the world more times than most people have left their city.
So why?
There’s a Kurdish Kid out there that thinks he’s some Victim.
That he’s a loser and he’ll always stay a loser.
Then one day he’ll hear about me.
How absolutely Dope I am. The incredible life I lived.
And they’ll talk about me.
And he’ll remember he’s a loser because he’s lazy and fat.
Not because he can’t or is inevitably Shit.
At that point, he’ll call my name from Heaven.
And I will hear it. And lend him the Strength to conquer everything he sets his mind to.
And through Him.
I will be Alive again.