On this Day 16 of my whole Zoloft Files mixtape series, which marks the FINAL day, I just wanted to show love to the person who’s idea this whole day by day thing was in the first place. Shout out to the girl Naima for encouraging me to make a movement and a spectacle of this project which was intended to be really exclusive, personal and underground. She told me that I should use this as content for the blog after I told her that the tape would only be put out to promote it.
This is also poetic in it’s own way…
This is me presenting you with an ending and a beginning. This is the last day of me covering my 16 day adventure of who I know and who’s heard what. Me letting you into my life both visually and sonically. Me giving you my words so you can have a better idea of what I intended for you to hear, and what I was thinking when I wrote them. This is also me introducing you to my team: the duo who is poised to take me to the next place you may see the kid pop up. They asked to be down for the ride. So here you go. Watch what happens…
Let’s end this correctly. You all remember those awkward moments right? Those parts of your younger life that you’d like to leave behind or omit? How important are those wonder years to you? Well, whether you’ve already had yours or you’re anticipating it coming up, here’s a fictional glimpse into the worst possible outcome of mine – which should be popping up soon.
I always thought about how this would go down, way before the reality of it was in the view, so it was only right that I squeeze it on this project and round out the somber with a little humor.
For some reason, once again – I’m using a Kanye beat.
I know you can relate.
“This is a bootleg loop,
the cafeteria just fed us bootleg soup.
And now they relocating us,
to the 2nd floor in the gym – or as Oscar like to say it – the gynasium.
What up Oscar?
Aren’t you glad?
That you’re a 2002 grad, and not a 2000?
The new Millenium class,
Here we go again – let it scratch, and did I mention?
This is a bootleg loop,
we wonderin’ why we all went to this bootleg school.
And the name ain’t sayin much…
Only school in Manhattan that had to explain to others where the location was.
So sorry we’re not La Guardia,
wasn’t Fine Arts – but promise I was Avant Garde enough!
welcome to the 10 Year Reunion, thank you very much.
For reminding me,
of the shy Malik,
-the Mr. ugliest yearbook picture of all time Malik – Why Malik??
Don’t be so hard on yourself,
how was college? tell me now, are you a doctor as well?
…No I’m a dropout, dumbbell..
I was feeling like shit when I came in – now I feel like Hell!
I’d like to drop a dumbbell…
On your Prada shoes – but I gotta move, I’m not doing well.
So on my way to the bathroom,
I see ol’ boy from Math 2…
Who liked to laugh – do jokes up in back 2 rows,
…Clown of the classroom…
After a couple cracks about my height,
he take a couple stabs at how my life,
ain’t exactly how I…
imagined it’d be,
he said my braces probably be platinum before me, whatever that means.
Asked me why I ain’t on T.V.,
pat me on the back as if the jokes weren’t all on me,
and yeah I’m laughing back politely saying “calm down, just breathe’,
fighting the urge to slap his happy ass,
and shellack the floor with his teeth!
But then I thought, ‘hold up…
this dude was foolish,
and class clowns always turn out to be losers!’
Come to find out,
he owns computer labs
-designed a troubleshooter program – now who can use the math?!”
Hope you learned something…
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