I think I’m starting to pick up momentum, I think I’m starting to get going. The more I spit, the more I acceler- ate, pick up pace. I ain’t slowing. To get there, I need to be relentless. But I reckon I’ll make it, I just know it. Committed to getting better and better, gonna get potent through flow honing. I’m gonna grind despite the odds. Only got one life, so I’ll risk not popping off, being a flop. I’d rather lose than decide to quit. Giving up’s a much bigger loss ‘cause your confidence takes a hit. I’ve only lost if I decide to stop. Gonna spit until and after I make a hit.