The good life

(Inspired by Kanye West 'Good life')

It seems people have the annoying habit of telling me how much potential I have. Yet at the same time I talk with my trusted relationships as if my success is guaranteed. They talk to me as if I am a star in the making.
“Now once you…”
“Remember me when…”
“Don’t forget the little…”
“Pay us a visit and lets us brag about..”
“you are going to owe me money.”
I act as it is only a mater of time before I am sitting back and watching money pile up. I have now given up on trying to convince myself I am just a narcissist. On top of that people tell me I am self centered. One of us is wrong.

It seems that I’m not me I’m this littler person sitting in front of my face. I just sit back and watch my life being pushed in a certain direction. And the only reason I go along with it is because I have dreams of where it will lead me. My head is full of potential. I swear it hurts when I write. But all I can do is write and wait for my girl January. Waiting for the good life. So much has changed this month. I knew it would. But what scares me is that so much has, and the month isn’t over. Is it usual for people to wonder what mental state they will be in at the end of the month? And at the same time dream of a life you don’t live. I really think I am about to go crazy.

Yet as I recall yesterday I was close to telling my mother my dream. What was I thinking? Why ask a hater why they hate you? Not saying she hates me but you get the idea. It’s bad enough she puts these crazy ideas of my potential in my head. She has this idea that because I haven’t followed in her footsteps I haven’t realized my potential. If I was a med student she would know. But I am a artist. Her job is to save lives. Mine is to portray it.

“I’ma get on tv momma
I’m a
I’ma put this shit down”

Having money’s not everything but having it is. I write this in poverty but I will read this again in wealth when I hear Mr. West say “Welcome to the good life.”