so I'm in my room, and I'm hungry, because all I've eaten today was a bowl of oatmeal, and that was about 5 hours ago, so...I don't really think that counts anymore. anyway, I go to my fridge to view the options. I see a bag of tangerines, a gallon of water, an old onion, and some baking soda. I just had to stand there and laugh for a second. I had to laugh at myself, at my situation and at the fact that all I could hear in my head was, "BAKING SODA, I GOT BAKING SODA!" I closed the fridge, and now I'm back here, in my room, typing this to you.
I know artists aren't supposed to honest, and we're just supposed to front like everything is all good or whateverthefuck, but the struggle is so real right now. I have $79 to last me a week, and I'm surviving off of oriental flavored top ramen & canned foods. lol. I mean, it's not like any of this is new... I've been struggling my whole life. but for some reason, it's so much more uncomfortable now. I'm over this part. I'm ready for rich-nigga problems.
I could've chosen to stay in Cali, lived with my mom, and lived easy. I wouldn't have to worry about food, rent, or too much of anything, really. but if I would've done that, I wouldn't be here in New York struggling. and when we don't struggle, we don't grow.
so I'll use this bareness as fuel, and I'll keep going hard everyday, and I'll keep prospering. and guaranteed, one day, I'll be looking back at this blog post laughing, the same way I did at that fridge. God is using a very unique way to mold me, and I'm thankful for it. I'm faithful that everything I need is coming my way in His time, and it's coming soon.
...a nigga still hungry, doe.