i've been feeling pretty gangsta lately. partly due to listening to remi martin's verse on 'ante-up' on auto-repeat in my car whenever i'm rolling solo and partly due to the immense work hustle, boiling beneath my skin, suddenly spilling out in every area of my life.
it's like, i am here. i am there. i am everywhere. i am nowhere. yet, i am -exactly- where i need to be.
"yah, trick, yah"
[yes...i just quoted soulja boy. stranger things have happened]
"bitch, run THAT"