Watch Me

Watch Me - Little Brother

This is one of those reflective joints. Roll with it.

Think about where you were two years ago.

That picture was about a year and a half ago. Since then, I've gone from in love, to out of love, to sort of in love again, to anti-love. I went from wanting to be a marketing genius, to thinking about changing my major to African-American history, and spending free time making love to the words of Nikki Giovanni. At that time, I was listening to a lot of Lupe Fiasco, and had just gotten my hands on Game Theory. I thought snapping fingers was stupid, and acted like a stiff when a song like that came on. Since college started, I learned how to have fun. There's a lot wrong with me. I drink, I smoke, I gamble. None to levels which I would consider excessive, but still. On the other hand, I work almost 30 hours a week, pay for everything myself, and still manage to try and get good grades.

So, Watch Me. I have a good feeling about how this is gonna turn out.

And my verse didn't rhyme.