It’s about the will to exist, the will to succeed, and the will to do it all piously.
This new picture I posted is really impersonal but I chose it for political reasons. It reflects one dimension of me.
I’d like to say I am a little distressed.
You might ask why.
I might say because of some things like being afraid of not getting what I want.
And you might say fuck what you want.
I’ll think about it.
Then I’ll go back to what I want.
I am an insane artist.
I am many things.
I am one with the world.
I am high and fried.
The world thinks I am who I am not.
It is in need of an icon.
What happened to the John Lennons, the Martin Luther Kings and the Malcolm X’s?
All shot dead but times are different and the light is pouring through.
The bells of freedom are ringing again.
I am convinced that reason, fear and paranoia are intrinsically linked.
The voice in our head that tells us to question our every move and our convictions — that, is our innate desire to be pretentious; to hide from the humility of knowing that the heart is where human nature’s essence truly lies.
Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,
My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,
Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,
Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,
Funny kind of humor but I be serious,
At times I see through hooligans,
Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,
I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.