Everyone's telling me to keep doing what im doing, but yall don't see how cruel and grueling, it is to not be able to do what u love, kind words and a hug are no longer enough, i want the fucking money, aint nobody doing what im doing hunny, an out and proud short gay bald white rapper singer songwriter, who's also an equal rights activist and revolutionary fighter, the lyrical genius of our time, makes music while still working that grind, I work twice as hard to do something 1 millionth of u can't, why do people not understand, support the artists u like, digital downloading and piracy aren't fair or right, if u get what u pay for and it's free, u shldnt complain about the lack of quality, i bet 10 years from now when we look back, we'll think of Drake or Meek Mill and just laugh, cuz if u only care how it sounds, u shld be shot or put down, hip hop used to be inspiringly profound, now it's overloaded with talentless clowns, im about ready to give up, making it is like winning the lottery and i aint got that kinda luck, all i can really do, is hope someday somehow I make it thru, maybe even to the top of the charts, by simply following my gut and heart, and if i don't achieve success until after I die, i hope u all are plagued by the question why, how come u cldnt support me while i was alive, im so frustrated and disheartened i wanna cry, im tired of being defined by pain and strife, but it seems to be the only point to life, like it's a Shakespearian tragedy, i get shat on every time i approach happy, as if it were the horizon line, perhaps im not bright enough to shine, cuz the light within my soul, thanks to u people is nothing more than a black hole!
Peace and 1,
JC
7/31/15
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