From the diary of wasted talent

Quiet as I keep it, and as talented as I am, I’ve never felt that I was good enough precisely why I grind so hard

Talent is only as good as talent can produce passion, worth ethic and timing change the game

I was always chasing you I have no desire to be the best I want the respect of the “best”

I feel like I’m running out of time and as badly as I wish I could help the world, right now it’s difficult to help myself

It’s a damn shame that when she wears that dress, I just can’t help myself at all

My guilty pleasure is my attraction to darkness but I love God more and always will so, I have no love or fear of any demon

It was a fun three years but I lost my sense of direction three years is a long time to be distracted

Fight or flight could get me killed especially, if I don’t have the sense to be scared enough to run

Rest in peace Jay, part of me feels like I owe it to you, to achieve greatness before we are reacquainted on the other side