You have dreams. I can respect that. I have dreams too.

We all know the person. Hell, it maybe the same person: from high school, college, off the street, friended you on fb/myspace etc. Their only dream in life is to become a rapper. I can respect that. I have dreams too. But son, if you inviting me to come see you perform at a strip club not only am I not coming but you cannot be serious. That's the only place that'll let you perform? Now I know everybody has to start somewhere and I could be coming off just a little coldhearted but let's keep shit real pimpin. You've been trying to blow up since them talent shows back in 03. Your skills were limited then and not a damn thing has evolved from it since. Your claim to fame is sittin VIP in a lame ass white club that spins techno while you post up sippin a Sam Adams light in a muscle tee that is an extra smedium. Why sir? Why? You a Certified Nursing Assistant by day and a D-list hype man by night. And No I don't want your mixtape. I don't care if it's free. No I don't want to listen to your songs on your myspace music page. Can't you see I always hit no to your facebook invites. I don't hit maybe. I don't even hit yes and not show up. If there was a "nigga I'm never coming" button I would hit that until Mark Zuckerberg sent me a personal email telling me to cut that shit out. Like Real Talk. It pains me to say this and if I'm wrong and you blow up, well shame on me; but for right now...give it a rest man. You've been trying for over 8 years and if it hasn't happened yet....well...*kanye shrug* If you get a job today I would never call you a quitter or the little engine that could not. I would call you a man that came to grips about his lukewarm talent that made an adult decision for once. That's something that I would support. Let's make big boy decisions, ok? Or just reach for a more suitable dream.