I was a late bloomer started spitting raps when I was 22. still lived at my parents house. so sad they all said I was a brilliant mind that went to terrible waste. sleeping in class and dreaming all day. wishing I could make enough money to escape this place so I picked up the pencil and loved the idea of shaping my way my way through this empty place of reality programming that made us dumber and out of shape out of shape to fight for ah true cause with justice or the right to destroy all my enemies with a singular shot.