I don’t know, it’s just something I’ve always told my sons: operate from happy. And if you can’t be happy, don’t do it. If shit ain’t making you happy, then don’t do it. It’s real simple to me. I understand how hard it is for some people to get to happy—happy can be hard as fuck to get to. I understand. But I also don’t understand how we have people living in the street. We have kids and families living in the street in this country that can find billions for war at the drop of a hat, but it can’t pay a schoolteacher in a public school a proper salary. All of that is in here.
People ask, What’s your five-year plan? I’m like, To wake up tomorrow. They’re like, I mean... I’m like, I know what you mean. That’s mine. I don’t care what yours is. If I don’t wake up in the morning, who gives a fuck about my five-year plan? That’s my five-year plan: to wake up tomorrow, and then I’ll do the continuation of what I didn’t do, or the new part of what I’m gonna do. The shit is simple to me. Shit doesn’t have to be as fucked up as it is. It can be equitable. It can be fair. Somebody should not have to live on their fucking knees for you to be able to stand up and breathe.
