Just Dreaming

Never was the brainiac in school.

More like the distraction in my peer's paths to their life goals and dreams.

Pops ain't shit...Moms ain't shit...So what does that mean for me..?

Thought I wanted to be a spaceman, or one of those guys that builds buildings and stuff..

That Idea came and left along with my passion and motivation to do anything in life.

Maybe I'll be a cook or something like that.. Ya, I can do that!!!

Go to a fancy Culinary Arts school, fry some chicken,

And cook for Diddy, or Brady Pit!

YES!! I can invision it now, I'm gonna train to be the world's greatest chef, charge celebrities millions to eat my chicken and live the good life!

Not exactly the dream but, its all I've known growing up with Nana, cooking enough soulfood to feed the whole block.

Seriouly how hard could it be to mix some stuff in a bowl and throw it on a platter..? I do it everyday with my Cinnimon Toast Crunch cereal.

 

 

 

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