Quit my job to kick raps instead
So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin’ in bread Shot the movie, no script
Scoured the Heights, no piff
Came home like, “It’s no recipes left”
Kid’s like, “No shit”
“I dove in and decided that I would rather fail at poetry than succeed at anything else. Looking back at it now, I feel that it all had an air of desperation — as if I were drowning and saw an oar going by and grabbed on for dear life.”