I acknowledge that school aint for everybody. People with exceptional talent don’t always need a classroom.
The operative words here aren’t mutually exclusive though. There should be talent and it must be exceptional if you plan to make it longterm without some formal education. Before the naysayers get going, I’m aware that there are exceptions to every rule. But for every Lil’ Wayne, there are 100 Lil Larrys and MC Southsides on the come up, trying to make a name for themselves, too. I’m not saying that MC Southside shouldn’t try to fulfill his dreams, only that his talent should match his lofty aspirations. Or, he should be so charismatic that we might overlook his other deficiencies — like spelling, and speaking with some sense. No, I’m not shittin on Waka Flocka!
Yes I am. No seriously, watch this bamma.
He can’t read, “but he got ice tho.” Insert *blank stare* and/or *vicious side eye* right here.
Over the last few years, most of the cats I’ve met who struggled through high school and dismissed college all together, claim to spend their off time “in the studio layin down tracks.” And this is fine. But unfortunately, what I’ve heard coming out of these “studios”… well let’s just say that cats might be better off aspiring to wash lettuce before moving up to the deep fat fryer. Assistant Manager’ll be right around the corner, “and that’s when the big bucks start rolling in.”
That if I can do this, anybody can do this meme is a crock of shit. You gotta be realistic about your chances, bruh. Consider the context. You know how many little boys want to be the next LeBron James? Jay-Z? You know how many little girls want to be Beyonce? But for all the wannabes, in reality there exists only one. Sure, there are gradations of greatness. But really — who’s trying to be Beanie Siegel, or Manny Fresh, or Latavia “I went to prison, Phaedra” Roberson out this mug? If you’re saying “Who?” right now, then I’m saying, “exactly.” You’ve proven my point.
As you encroach upon those latter 20’s, it might behoove you to go ahead and put the pipe dreams away, and start working on ones legitimately within reach.
Big Boi of OutKast said:
“…Can’t gamble feeding baby on that dope money/might not always be sufficient/ but the United Parcel Service & them people at the Post Office didn’t call you back because you had cloudy piss/ So now you back in the trap/ just that, trapped. Gon and marinate on that for a minute.”
Word Big Boi. Word. The hustle doesn’t pan out for everybody. Either be good at it and get the fuck on. Or get on with your life so you can be somebody to somebody. Knowledge is power.