I am the guy that everybody wants me to be.

Am I the guy that myself wants me to be?

I’m just another man trying to make more money.

I go through life thinking that life ain’t funny, life is funny if you ask me.

I’m scared to be myself because I’m scared of what other people might think or do.

Screw other people they ain’t the one’s that are paying me.

Actually come to think about it they are the one’s that are paying me.

What I hate about this economy is everybody is asking for money including me?

What makes money so special?

For one thing money is what keeps us in our little houses or apartments.

I don’t know why people think that money makes the world go round.

Well it does for those people who don’t want to live in a shelter downtown.

Nothing I say makes sense!

I’m going to keep on saying it because I can.

I like money, I like having money in my pocket, and I hate being broke as hell.

I don’t want to do any stupid shit that ends me up in jail.

I just want to be the guy that everyone loves.

Is that too much to ask for?

To me, it seems at work, I’m the guy that everyone hates.

I do and I don’t care what people think about me.

No one except for my dad worries about me.

I really don’t need to be worried about I’m not doing anything wrong.

I’m a little slow sometimes at figuring stuff out.

Sometimes I do give up on stuff if I think it’s out of my league that’s a problem I do have.

Dajin, Andre, Jose, Luisa, Christina, Eric, Joe, my dad especially, and Howard try to motivate me to keep me moving forward and I appreciate them for doing that.