I have this fantasy day to day that is the source of my strength and my will to go on, I wanna reach a point of popularity where they can’t get rid of me, they’ll hear about me, read about me, see me on TV, and they’ll hear me on the radio, guess with their friends about how much money I make, Then I’ll take it all right to their front door, with my album in one hand, and a gun in the other hand, pointed at my head, then I’ll give them everything that I have… say,"Thanks for the inspiration." Before I paint their kitchen window with my brains… Blown away…blown away, by the thought of fame…I wanna use fame against them, I wanna hold fame against them, I want…I want fame…I want…I want them to remember my name.
