"Indoctrinations" {Tales of a Superstar DJ}

For the first time in a long time, Or at least sort of a long time, I seriously considered suicide, And all jokes aside, it almost seemed like the only option for someone in my predicament In my mind— I would never be white, I would never be liked— And I would never have the chance of getting my projects into the right eyes Or heard by the right ears. The sounds of motorcycles made me want to die. I didn't want anything at all- Not music, not even love That is, Besides being quietly held from behind. I felt like I was suffocating. Exercising was no longer enough. There was no such thing as love or time. I wasn't losing my mind, so much as my patience for mankind. Money ruins everything. Especially not having any. I just be fun to torture. How many versions of the Truman show are running right now? My entire generation under the guise of the American Dream, fighting to be famous, stars in our eyes and fame for sale at a certain price: What was the price? For some, precious bodies would prove to be fare fortune. For others, sheer luck— —and some— Inherited funding provided by l the indoctrination of the inequality and social warfare —not so simply just black and white, but rich and poor. (™)