The eternal struggle. Battles in my mind, Hills worth dying on and not. The constant pull of poverty and the insistent push towards something much bigger than myself. The pride living in my soul, knowing that every sacrifice I make now, every hour I lose sleep, Every rap written on the train, every beat made without thought on a long enough time scale will produce a different timeline in reality. The dream is not to be signed to a major label, The goal isn’t to make short attention span minute music, the goal isn’t even to make a million. All success now is bonus levels and the music is character building.