I tried everything I could to be there. I am ashamed that I am not dead or in jail. 

There are many people who have power over me. Who would rather see me homeless than to give me what I have earned. I don't know what I did to deserve this. What I do know is that I am tired of complaining, but anytime I try to take action I get cut down. I am being beaten to a pul and all I have left is this platform. A platforn in which I publish things that don't get read, but have an immediate impact on my surroundings. 

I always promised myself to never be an artist who puts down other artists to make myself look good. It is unfortunate that so many people from my past are willing to burry me under the platform I built just so they can stand in my place. 

I am glad I have inspired the people that I have inspired. But achieving my dream of holding a copy of my own book has been the most horrific endeavor of my life. The one thing I am truly grateful to my parents for is they gave me a refined bull shit detector. All I have left is the impact I have made on others. Please approach me with the knowledge you have and the assumption that I have none. Because I have no fucking idea what is going on. I wish I did, but I don't. I wish I didn't care, but I do. 

To my haters you are a fan you just don't know it yet. Figure it out and stop compromising my life. It is beneath you. 

To my supporters, I love you deeply. 

To everyone I told I would go to Washington D.C. today, I am sorry I let you down. My motorcycle is falling apart. I have nobody to watch my dog. I'd have enough gas money to get me there and I have work in the morning.

I am truly sorry. More sorry than you could know. It probably means nothing to others, but it meant something to me.