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I woke up, looked in my weed sack and teared up a bit. I'm dead broke, I got no job, no car, no girl, not fuckin' shit. My life hit rock bottom this year and I'm tired of auto-piloting through life. Today marks a new era of trip hop my fellow Americans, follow me into the light. I'm not trying to rhyme I was just cursed when I was spewed out of a vagina at birth. I can't stop writing music no matter how many times I feel washed up. I don't plan on quitting ever. If you help me become the next big thing, I will rap when I'm on my fucking death bed, I swear. And that's true shit man, this is all god ever wanted me to do, so let's trip.