Times are changing y'all. Okay, obvious cliché #1, but it doesn't make it any less true. When I started making music, there was nothing but my emotions and the sounds they generated. Right, wrong, good or bad, it didn't matter. I created it and put it out to the world and then walked away.
Now my mind is chock full of tour dates, press releases, radio, and convincing big-wigs to give my crew the time of day. And for what? So I can write a two-syllable song and ignite a new dance craze that everyone forgets ten seconds later. How am I supposed to even write so much as a stupid haiku?
It could be worse. I could be an extra on a Diddy reality show. Hearts heal, souls mend, chicks dig scars, top 40 still sucks. Hip-hop I will love you 'till the day I die. Peace.
Sumatyme
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times change, we change, everything changes
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