Alright.
This is the deal.
I'm so fucking sick and tired of people
tryna be something they not.
CAN'T everybody rap.
CAN't everybody be a sneakerhead.
And CAN'T everybody be a photographer.
If you haven't been on photography since 2008,
if you don't know the 5 elements of composition,
including a merger or the rule of thirds and
everything else about photojournalism, FUCK YOU.
I have a busted ass point and shoot.
I'm too poor to buy the camera of my dreams
but fuck I got way more potential than these
faggot suckas who's parents buy em' whatever they want.
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
