In 2012, I had just gotten out of jail, earned TheAppleSupercomputer and (most importantly to me) garnered a buzz of elephant proportions.
Yet due to social debts, I was convinced to go out and get a deal.
By 2014, I ended up with one.
Most of my time on the roster, I was unhappy.
My humor was censored, my opinions watered down and my musical content was limited.
There were times when I would cut loose, but I didn't go too far.
In fact, the loose-cut could be seen online.
Nothing foolish, just more abrasive than the execs were used to.
6 years later, I'm in a similar position.
As my birthday approaches, I want to remind myself that A LOT wouldn't be the case if it weren't for me.
From the darkly, happy-go-lucky me to the conservative Balboa me to the brooding, psychedelic me and/to wherever else I may go.
Every Top 5 list is comprised of people who know about me.
Every negative thing said about me I gave you the ammunition to say.
To not know what this means is to have options.
But who let you know?
Happy birthday, Sonic the Hamilton.
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Kenneth, check your email.
And only share within/amongst the scrolling credits.
(rolls up)
~phenomenal~
