The Rise Of The Dynasty

19 years. Um-teen months, um-teen days, um-teen hours, um-teen minutes, um-teen seconds.

How long will it last? I can only wonder.

Because the only thing constant in this world is change.

So just live and enjoy it for the moment.

"I'm an educated foo' with money on my mind, too much television watching got me chasing dreams." Typical street kid with street dreams, born from the ghetto slums, try'na find his way to the top, so someday, I can tell people and say: I made it from the bottom to the top.

Paper, paper, money, money. Greedy? Not really. Momma' and Poppa' always told me chasing dreams was never bad, as long as you don't step on others to get it. Everyone's got a right to become successful, but don't be sh*t to take it at the expense of others. I dunno about ya'll, but me, I dun wanna do those kinda things. I'm the real sh*t right here. I got my money, but I got my pride as well. Besides, if you'd ask me to chose between pride and money, i'd chose pride, 'coz you can't buy pride with money, the same way you can't buy health with money.

Because money is jus' a friggin' social construct, an institution established in the depths of history. Someday, i'll hope to erase it. Wond'rin what will replace it? I dunno. I might go for socialism and communism for all I care. One thing I do know: money reduces rational human beings to nothing but "consumers and producers."

Yeah, true, everyone has the right to become successful, as long as you don't step on other's pride and dreams.

But haven't we realized one thing? Others dream as well. True, we might not step on others, but sometimes, we also ignore others. Where's the love, pee'po? We ain't autistics, retards, or mentally deranged people to live in our own delusional world. This is the real world. Out there are real people. Get real. Help yo' brotha', love yo' sistah. This is the real world, my brothas' and sistahs'.

How the hell could you eat when others are starving? Could you stomach your food if outside there's people with nothing to eat? I could. It depends. If there's someone out there who can't eat because he's too lazy to work (or to find work), then starve for all I care. Let him go find a d*ck and s*ck it or something. This is the bullsh*t thing about the real world: you can never fully perceive a human's intentions, because....

People who mean to deceive, will always deceive, and get away with it, because their evil intentions are always masked by their deceitful mind.

What's this sh*t, you might ask? Nothing much. Because to sum it up, all i'm try'na say is...

This is me.

This is my life.

This is my sh*t.

Welcome to the dynasty, foo's. ^_^

Sarreh for all the wrong grammar, the expli-sh*t content, and other things that might seem to be too morbid or confusing. Whatever. I'm confused also. That's because when I write, i'm usually spontaneous. Besides, don't act like you don't know or understand what i'm try'na say. I hate social constructs. If you wanna understand what i'm try'na say, use your heart, not your mind.

If not, jus' friggin' get out of my territory.

'Cause if you hit me,

We'll hit you.

^_^ End.