MEMOIRS OF A KING
"SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME MY EGO HAD STARTED TO GET THE BEST OF ME,I SAID THAT THEY WERE JUST NOTICING THE WINGS THAT EVERYONE TRIED TO CUT OFF MY BACK FINALLY BEGIN TO FLY"
I NEVER COULD COMPREHEND THE DEFAULT THAT'S BEEN PROGRAMMED INTO OUR HUMAN DNA THAT GIVE US THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANOTHER..
JUDGE ONE BY ETHNICITY OR SEXUALITY
RELIGION OR TASTE
AND THEN LABEL THESE AS DEFECTS..
BLEMISHES ON THE FABRIC OF MODERN DAY CULTURE
INSTEAD OF EMBRACING THESE SO CALLED "DEFORMITIES"
THIS GLITCH OR FOIBLE THAT INHUMANIZES US AND GIVES US CHARACTER
WE TAINT OURSELVES WITH THE WORD "CHANGE"
ADAPT OR TO ADJUST....
WE BECOME CONDITION TO NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH TO THE EXTENT WE BEGIN TO RENOVATE
OUR OWN PERSPECTIVE TO THE LIKING OF OTHERS
I AM WHAT YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE
I AM EGOTISTICAL,I AM NARCISSISTIC
I AM POMPOUS, AND ON THE WEEKENDS I AM OCCASIONALLY SELF ABSORBED
THE WORLD TELLS ME NOT TO EMBRACE THIS SELF GLORIFICATION
TO NOT PUT MY SELF ON AN ALTER OR A PEDESTAL
BUT....
YOU ARE ALL YOU HAVE
YOU ARE YOUR BIGGEST FAN AND YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE
YOU HOLD THE GUN AND YOU DECIDE TO PULL THE TRIGGER
WHY IS IT SO WRONG FOR ME TO DO THAT FOR MYSELF
BUT SO RIGHT FOR ME TO DO THAT FOR SOMEONE ELSE
TO GLORIFY A POLITICIAN FOR HIS VIEWS AND MERITS OR EVEN ETHNICITY
TO EXTOL A PREACHER FOR HIS SERMONS AND OPINIONS
TO LIONIZE AN ACTOR FOR HIS OR HER TALENT AND USE IT AS THE BASE FOR MY OWN DREAMS
WE ELEVATE CHARACTERS OF POPULAR SOCIETY AND USE THEM AS THE HIERARCHY FOR WHAT WE SHOULD LOOK LIKE...SOUND LIKE...DRESS LIKE..
I SIMPLY FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULD WANT TO LOOK LIKE ME...YEAH I SAID IT...LIKE ME!!!!
I FEEL THAT IF PEOPLE HAD THE DRIVE OR THE PASSION I DO THEN LIFE WOULD BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE PLACE TO LIVE IN
AM I WRONG!!!! FUCK NO.....ITS ME, ITS MY OPINION...SO DON'T LABEL THAT AS ARROGANCE, LABEL THAT AS SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES IN HIMSELF AND HIS VIEWS AND IS ENTITLED TO AN OPINION
I WAS BORN WITH NOTHING!!! IM NOT JUST SPEAKING METAPHORICALLY
PEOPLE FORGET TO REALIZE THAT 1/3 OF WHAT IVE SEEN IS A MIRACLE
WOMEN THINK I LIE ABOUT WHAT I HAVE BUT THEY FAIL TO REALIZE THAT IF I HAD NOTHING...NOT A PILLOW TO REST MY HEAD ON THEY WILL STILL NEVER HAVE MORE THAN ME
SO WHAT YOU HAVE BEAUTY.....I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DOG
SO WHAT YOU HAVE BIG BREAST
SOMEONE HAS MONEY TO BUY BIGGER
I HAVE SELF WORTH...I HAVE TASTE...GO BUY THAT
THIS WASNT IN MY BLUEPRINT...OR SO I THOUGHT...
I SIMPLY REVERSES THE CARDS....I STARVED FOR THIS...IVE SLEPT ON A COUCH FOR THIS..IVE SACRIFICED MY SANITY FOR THIS...IVE LOST LOVE...LOVE LOST ME....IVE LOST FRIENDS FOR THIS...I LOST A BROTHER....A FATHER...IVE LOST EVERYTHING IVE EVERY KNOWN OR CHERISHED TO A DREAM...A DREAM THAT MANY HAVE BUT NEVER ACCOMPLISH... THE MOUNTAIN TOP I WISH TO CONQUER ISNT THE ONE YOU SET YOUR SIGHTS ON...
MOST PEOPLES WILDEST IMAGINATION COULDN'T COME CLOSE...NOT EVEN WITHIN MILES OF MY DREAMS,,,WHY!!!! BECAUSE I DONT LOOK AT MICHAEL JACKSON, OR MARTIN LUTHER KING, OR ELVIS, OR STEVEN SPEILBERG, OR A ALEXANDER MCQUEEN(R.I.P) AS THE HEIGHT OF SUCCESS...I DONT ASPIRE TO BE THEM, BE LIKE THEM, OR FALTER SHORT OF TH EYRE CONQUEST....I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL IM BIGGER,BETTER, AND GREATER...I WILL SWEAT BLOOD, UNTIL I PERSPIRE GREATNESS, UNTIL I REAK OF THE HISTORY THAT I MAKE,UNTIL THE STENCH OF SUCCESS REAKES THROUGH THE VALLEYS I WAS CAST OUT OF... UNTIL I CONQUER MYSELF...I WILL NOT REST OR CLOSE A EYELID UNTIL HISTORY IS MADE LIKE NO OTHER....AND THEN
LOVE DOESNT MATTER, MONEY HAS NO RELEVANCE, NOTHING MATTERS...I CAN DIE IN TOTAL PIECE KNOWING THAT MY NAME WILL RING BELLS FOR CENTURIES TO COME...THE SAME PEOPLE THAT LAUGHED AT ME WILL BOW AT THE MONUMENT THEY BUILD IN MY MEMORY...THE SAME WOMEN WHO WOULDN'T GIVE ME THE TIME OF DAY WONT GET A TIME OF THE DAY WHERE TH EYRE NOT CONSTANTLY REMINDED BY THEIR MISTAKES...
I AM IMPERFECT, I AM PERFECT, AND I AM EVERYTHING AND NOTHING THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE....SO THE ONLY QUESTION ISNT HOW IM GOING TO MAKE HISTORY...THE QUESTION IS ARE YOU THE ONE THATS GOING TO READ THE BOOK ABOUT THE HISTORY IVE MADE OR ARE YOUR GOING TO BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER
-MEMOIRS OF DAVID SABASTIAN