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 tell my students, who believe passionately in explaining the work they’re sharing, You know, when you’re dead, you can’t go around explaining this thing — it has to be right there on the page.”