fear of never being accepted in my new city and being tempted to move back to my hometown Lodi a suburb of Stockton. I realized it's a piece of cake to make (real) friends in Sacramento, even though I struggled to even make fake ones in Lodi. I just can't seem to grasp the fact that this shit is real and that there are people in the world bedsides Mom and Dad that care about me at least on some level, even though they basically don't exist in my hometown. I know I suck balls at rapping but I'm working on getting better, and I want to get really good at it because it's really fun and it helps me vent out the shit I go through.