At twenty seven, I’ll be a legend flying my old plane. 

Retired but not expired like Morrison, Cobain,

Hendrix, Joplin, Jones and Winehouse. 

I’m blowing these spines out because I plan to live forever through writing these rhymes down. 

I went away for a brief moment but I’m back. I fucked up a lot of things in my 21st year of living. Now I’m home and I’m doing better. I still have to fix a lot of things that didn’t get accomplished in the last few weeks. I also have a lot of apologies to give and after that I have no fucks to give. I just want to be a man and own up to all of my wrongs and work on fixing them. I’m getting better at being single and writing the best music of my life. Every time I let my mind stumble upon the thought of wanting to not be alone I write about it instead of dwelling on it and complaining. The Id part of my brain (thanks Ian) would love to just smoke weed, skate, rap and fuck all day, but unfortunately I’m not in that position (right now). However, I am in the right mind to realize that fabricating perceptions about myself for other people is completely unreasonable and unfair. I will no longer try to impress my peers. I DEFINITELY won’t be working to impress you other rappers. I’m also done impressing women. If you like me and want to date, holler at your boy. If you only kinda like me and want to fuck…well holler at your boy. 

Black Ryan Gosling 2012.