...a day for changes.
It's hard living down your past. Learning Chinese, or martial arts, or anything, always found that the non-natives were tougher on me than the natives. Like the Caucasian Chinese teacher that graded us harder and gave more homework and exams than the Chinese ones.
Suppose he had something to prove.
Suppose it's why I gotta know something about everything. It's also why I think I lived such a violent life as a youngster - always had something to prove. Luckily, juvey records're buried after 16.
Made my money running onea the largest underground clubs in NYC for four years. That woulda been fine but also met the Devil and took a cut of alla the Xctasy money floating around.
After Leona Helmsley sued me for trashing her joint, put what was left inna Intel stock, then dumped that inna this apartment.
So, considering alla that, decided to sell my pad and give it all away to charity. And considering what's going on in the church, decided to go to seminary and become a priest.
Maybe this way I can make up for all those things that I've done.
Of course, I'll have to give up the girl and rum.
Now, if y'believe anya what I wrote above, consider again the title.
Music: what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
YASYCTAI: Think about what today is... (10 mins/1 pt)