Part of Esquire's Millennium at 15.
I'm alright. I'm in a good mood. Yo, I'm in a great mood! Nothing's pissing me off today.
What's happened in the past 15 years? Uh… technology took over. People started getting real scared, and everyone turned into pussies. And everyone has low self-esteem and sucks. That's what happened. Oh, and global warming. That's happening. Things like that. It's a lot of walruses that are dying right now. It's really sad. Walruses are really cool people, you know.
Oh, shut that shit the fuck up. Get the fuck out of here. See, that's what's fucking wrong: Motherfuckers always tryna be politically correct and see things in a good light and all that shit. Everybody has the same weak-ass answer and they don't believe none of that shit. That's what I'm sayin', man. Last 15 years, niggas is pussy, dawg. Everyone, everything is considered bullying. Instead of calling it bullying, why don't you teach kids to not be fuckin' weak and stand up for theyself and shit like that. You get what I'm sayin'? Like, that's what's happening. You got people saying, "Oh, it's the greatest time for people to have a voice!" No, motherfucker! Everyone had a fuckin' voice forever. It's just people are too scared to actually fuckin' use their vocal cords.
You know, my mom raised me to not really give a fuck what people think and just be myself. And growing up, I looked up—the key figures I looked up to, that for some reason I gravitated to, was like uh, you know, Dave Chapelle, fuckin' Andre 3000, Eminem, Pharrell. You know, just those individuals alone weren't really your stereotypical… they weren't portraying your stereotypical image for what field they were in at the time. So me growing up looking up to them, and also being introduced to you know, the different jazz and fusion and music from my mother, and me really loving that stuff, and her saying, "Hey, if that's what you're into, you fucking do that." All those just made me say, "Oh, okay. I have no choice but to like myself and do what the fuck I want to do." 'Cause that's all I knew. I didn't have a father, you know? So my father figures were the artists that I liked. And those dudes always said they didn't give a fuck, fuckin' do what you want. So that's, you know… That's all I knew.
I'm an optimistic guy. I'm one of those big dreamers. I'm one of those kids with that annoying imagination.
I was always entertaining the impossible. I was always looking at shit different, man. Yo, let's paint that green. What is that? That's the sky? Paint it blue? No, paint it green. I think it looks sick green. Let's do that different. There's no right or wrong. You could fuckin' do this. You know? There's no rules. Everything's gonna be alright. If I paint this green, it's okay. We're not gonna die. Everything's okay, kindergarten classroom friends. Okay. You know what I'm sayin'? And everyone always wanna be politically correct and fuckin' just tell you what sounds good. Like if this was a kindergarten class and we had to draw a fuckin' sky or a city or some shit, everyone's sky would be fucking blue; there would be a nice mom and dad and a nice paved road. Why? Because that's fucking safe. That's simple, and that's where everyone goes. Everyone could understand that. Fuck. That. Bullshit, man. Paint the fuckin' sky green. There's no roads. Everyone's on boats. And it's fire on the ground. And there's no dad. How about that? There's no fuckin' dad. Welcome to my life!
See, that's the thing. Like when you say headlines, people are automatically gonna think of war, and like, fuckin' marriage and religion and all that shit. You know what headline made me fuckin' shed a tear last year? The release date for Grand Theft Auto V. That's the headline that got… that… When they released the release date for Grand Theft Auto V for Xbox 360, that's the fuckin' headline that said, "Oh my god. I'm excited. Oh my god, I love my life. Our fuckin' generation and the world and the universe is on my side, because they're about to release the greatest game of all time." That's the headline that got me excited. I know that's probably left field from what you wanted, but it's the truth. That's the shit I pay attention to.
It's gonna be sick in the future where people aren't gonna care. Where they're not gonna care about your religion. They don't care if you're gay or straight. None of that shit's gonna really matter, you know? Hopefully I'm alive or in my fuckin' last days on this earth to at least see that, but I just feel like that's where shit is going, man. No one gives a fuck, dude. And that's gonna be sick, man. I think when nobody really gives a fuck and everybody's just on their own shit and everyone's happy, I don't think it'll be no more war. None of that bullshit, man.
Like with war… people are fighting each other over how Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall. Like, how they interpret how Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall. Like, "Hey, man. If that's what you think, man, that's cool. I don't wanna hate you." Like, there's gonna be a time when niggas don't give a fuck. "Okay, yeah. I think he fell off like this. Oh, that's how you think he fell off? Cool. Well, I'm gonna continue on with my day. Later." That's just how I see it, though. I don't know. I'm just being optimistic.
That shit won't fucking matter, bro. Everyone gonna be light-skinned, and not gonna have a religion, and everybody gonna be gettin' married. I'll be able to marry a bike. That'd be tight. It sounds crazy, but that makes sense. Like, fuck. Like, I could marry whatever I want because I'm in love with it. It doesn't matter what, because these motherfuckers who wear suits and work in this all-white building has to make decisions on who I could like? Fuck that, man.
It's gonna be alright. You know? That's how I see shit. I try not to stress on shit because it's gonna be fuckin' alright. It's okay. It's not that big of a deal. I'm healthy, I'm breathing, I could buy things, I have all my arms, my friends and family are okay. It's gonna be fine.
Yeah, I mean, I don't wanna marry… I'm not sexually attracted to bikes. But you get exactly where I'm going with this.
I thought you were gonna ask about jeans or some retarded shit. "What inspired you?" "What do you like? And how did you know you liked it?" I don't fuckin' know. What kind of question is that?
Alright, man. I'm hanging up.
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