A smooth transition from good to bad,
but I was too occupied to notice.

Everything’s falling apart, and I’m finally realizing none of it really mattered
because I’m back where I was 4 years ago.

Unknown…
Where I thought I would never end up again.

“Just another African American a couple of years away from jail or a grave”,
yeah that’s what they all say, and if they don’t say it, they think it.

Just a month ago,
I was walking on a popularity stage with 4 other white guys.

It doesn’t matter anymore.
The real world doesn’t give a damn about me or my “High School Achievements”.

High School didn’t prepare me for adulthood…

…about everything.

Who am I? What makes me different? Am I capable of success?

Then I begin thinking about the people who will be here for me…

I subconsciously surround myself around people who want to do something in life.

We all have an Art…Together our talents are untouchable.

If one of us fails, we all fail.
If one of us makes it, we all make it. 

Throughout this year, I’ve become “friends” with many people.
…Now it’s summer and I’ve interacted with none of them.

I don’t feel sorry, at all.

it’s a new Chapter.