My producer and friend Mr. Will Taylor told me to write about patience or rather my impatience cuz I'm crazy, and a bit off shewked, surprise surprise, aren't all artist...the desire or the ego or both have been racking my brain telling me, myself, and I..."why aren't you famous yet?", "why haven't you made that jump, from obscurity to stardom?", "you have been bullshitting way too long!" I can't help but think yes I should have been famous a long time ago, but i wasn't the same person I am now...I am so much more involved and organized and understanding....back then, those good ole days well lets say I had other things on my mind like partying, getting intoxicated, looking for love, and just chilling cuz I worked so much surviving NYC. I didn't understand that you don't sleep when your successful, no one does who is successful, so the sleepiness in my eyes states many things and this grind, this passion, is more than impatience, its like I'm making up for lost time and the energy that encompasses me is the pulse of life the fire that is set to be released upon the world and the world is not ready for me yet, hince why I haven't made it yet...when the the stars align with my dreams, then it will all unfold, the hardwork, the money spent, the hours dedicated to the perfection of my craft...and this impatience you say will be understood as talent, perservence, diligence and faith in me, myself, and I...all the naysayers who keep telling me you should be writing, I am wrting...in my head, everyday, all the time you just don't understand it, cuz your outside looking in and this gift is mine to share and not yours to understand...Its this belief in capitalistic countries where talents are harnessed for secret agendas, and financial gains, not the beauty of the art...I know this all too well...so many artist never truly got paid for their talents...their art wasn't worth millions and considered priceless till years, many years after they had past when the press and the media was paid by someone who now owned the very artworks that these artist struggle to make when they were alive...and people ponder what does it mean, what was he/she trying to say I don't get it...and you will never know, but isn't it up for your interpertation anyway? It's all a buisness unfortunately...so as I search for peace of mind...exhaling the yearnings I have inside...its hard to be patient when there are many masterpieces to be created.....
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