When you keep it too real
Even your lies become honest.
This song will always remind me of #Coachella2014
We keep things in the fam #skype
The courage to be an artist
Being an artist is the most important career in one’s life. An artist does not like to manage or be managed. Their passion in their craft is infallible, yet they’re never satisfy with their work. An artist plays the toughest role and this is something that can’t be taught. If you’re ever lucky enough to come across one, especially at work, you ought to give them a little more credit because whatever happens an artist is never wrong.
Don’t worry my coffee is spiked (at Stuyvesant Town)
Wen & Chico : Against the World v. II
The world in which the way I see it
They’re more good people doing bad things than they’re bad people doing bad things. I live in a city where people are divided into individuals, where cutthroat and backstab are frequently used when asked ‘how you living?,’ where perception is deception and everything else in between. Places like this exist to serve those most insecure. People come here to impress others they despise by ridiculously flaunting what they don’t have. Paranoia runs deep in every last breath before death.
The disdain of my fellow neighbors can’t stop me, won’t stop me, eh eh eh eh. Sure, I’ve been cut deep and cut off, and I’ve also been true, even when I’ve been uncertain. Good people shouldn’t waste their time being vindictive. I chose to live in my world, not their’s.
I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Who I am, just came to be. I eventually found myself almost famous and almost trapped in a whirlwind of pretentious cycles. When I decided to leave it all behind, I soon realized that wherever greatness goes, hatred follows.
Hanging out with the boys all weekend (Taken with Instagram)