Im sitting thinking ...its not about talent or skill level ...its really about social skills. People want to deal with somebody they feel at ease around. That can manipulate them into feeling good about spending their money.
So in order to make money u cant really be honest and blunt. U have to play the game and just smile and nod even tho you're totally disgusted with the person in front of your face.
U just have to be nice and get your money and not always take things so personal. I'm trying to transition from a artist into a great entrepreneur. Being a artist and business man is totally the opposite. Art requires a i don't give a fukk ima do me mentality, and business is about totally bending over and catering to get the dollar out the potential drone in front of u....
So in order to get the bag I have to just play the game and stop expressing my true thoughts. The only thing honesty gets u in america is a cardboard box to sleep in, a dry dikk and enemies.
I'm maturing. I know now I have to really play the game to get corporate contracts and to strike partnerships. I get it now. I'm really growing. It kills my on the inside that I have to do it tho. Like it really hurts bad to bend over and get fukked (figuratively) BUT its between poverty or "success" so what choices do we have?
I remember I used to be so passionate about art like an idealistic fool "ima wake my people up""thats not real art its bullshyt" but now look at me, im just like everybody else pathetically scrapping for a dollar. Its pretty sad but capitalism unfortunately always wins end. Something about the system that strip you of whatever humanity you once had.
This game turned me into a monster. I want it all and don't even know what "all" is...I just want it to fulfill the emptiness inside of me. I still know it wont fill the hole but whatever other option do I have?
Its time for me to play the game. I never wanted for it to come to this but whatever, atleast I can say I tried. I tried to know it my way and rebel against the giant but I ended up getting crushed like everybody else.
So in order to make money u cant really be honest and blunt. U have to play the game and just smile and nod even tho you're totally disgusted with the person in front of your face.
U just have to be nice and get your money and not always take things so personal. I'm trying to transition from a artist into a great entrepreneur. Being a artist and business man is totally the opposite. Art requires a i don't give a fukk ima do me mentality, and business is about totally bending over and catering to get the dollar out the potential drone in front of u....
So in order to get the bag I have to just play the game and stop expressing my true thoughts. The only thing honesty gets u in america is a cardboard box to sleep in, a dry dikk and enemies.
I'm maturing. I know now I have to really play the game to get corporate contracts and to strike partnerships. I get it now. I'm really growing. It kills my on the inside that I have to do it tho. Like it really hurts bad to bend over and get fukked (figuratively) BUT its between poverty or "success" so what choices do we have?
I remember I used to be so passionate about art like an idealistic fool "ima wake my people up""thats not real art its bullshyt" but now look at me, im just like everybody else pathetically scrapping for a dollar. Its pretty sad but capitalism unfortunately always wins end. Something about the system that strip you of whatever humanity you once had.
This game turned me into a monster. I want it all and don't even know what "all" is...I just want it to fulfill the emptiness inside of me. I still know it wont fill the hole but whatever other option do I have?
Its time for me to play the game. I never wanted for it to come to this but whatever, atleast I can say I tried. I tried to know it my way and rebel against the giant but I ended up getting crushed like everybody else.