![]() I have 100% ownership in both my businesses and retired both of them to better pastures. To my blue collar immigrant parents who think I still produced the HBO Succession show, LOL, thank you for pushing your KID up the mountain. I raised my hand to do all of it, and of course, everyone said no, no, no, Ahmad.But I wanted 100% ownership as it's my business, and reputational risk mattered to me. I remember the first day of our business.Our board member said someone has to run the search firm, build the media business, create the content, and develop enough leads to stay afloat. The first VC I spoke to thought it was so simple and brilliant, but no one had done it before.Now he's caught feelings and wants to invest, LOL.Too late, LOL. My secret: I put my mind on it, then I put my grind on it - Metro BOOMIn! - I had an extremely strong conviction that network, brand, and advice would differentiate US from all the other search firms that didn't have any of those three things. With your fiddle in hand I asked you to play for me a tune.I started Succession in May of 2020, or what I call LOL crazy time.Covid was making everybody a bit cray cray, and I had the insane conviction to build my own business. With no other by your side, I never meant to intrude. With the hopes that you might be pretending too. Sometimes I’ll pretend that I’m there with you, No money or gold it was the only currency I knew. In a small town somewhere all who I can think of is you. Oh I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep. The weight of the many tears she shed nearly woke me from my bad dream,Īnd I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep. The crack in my mother’s voice when he said he would not stayįed down into her tired heart, she did not want him to go away. I was met with the helplessness of being only 12 years old I surrendered to a silence that I could not hear before. Until now I’d never longed for that house down the road.Īs I faced the disappointment of my dug up kitchen floor, The house down the road, all gilded and old.ĭoe-eyed through the years I watched glad families come and go.īut never as glad as mine, or the home that we’d grown. Like a dram on a damn cold winters night. ![]() Now I’ve chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. The bars on my window didn’t leave me safe at night. Perhaps the fear of splitting open, showing some parts of yourself that you don’t even really want to know.Īnd I’ve been grieving since I left old Carolina. Some things they just like leaving, like people love and money and I don’t know what it’s all running from. Now i’ve chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. My own hurting masks the way I feel about the world and all the little things I wish were differentĪnd I’ve been grieving since I left old Carolina. Maybe I just like hurting, building up walls and then ripping them down with my own disposition. ![]() I left the howling winds and the prairies to find some kind of idea, am I full or am I empty? The lights pouring through my window dressing everything all up in gold and I don’t know what I’m doing I was raised to turn the other cheek and now all I’m left with is my own shame. ![]() Why do you always get to be the child? Your mama brought you up that way. You act as if you got the best of me, but we both know your acting small. Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls I didn’t know it was just a game. I’ve watched the time melt on by now, dripping down on me again Why do you always get to be the child? We all want to play those foolish games. The rivers thawed but you’re still frozen, the words I write to you are still the same. It’s hard to watch you look away from me though I know I'm not to blame. In the notion of the disbelief that what will be will be. My name is something that my parents gave to me,īut lately I disassociate when it’s hollered out at me.Īnd I’ve been tangled up in the dichotomy, They might not see me for a while, for I’ve gone in a hurry. I often think I could hop on a plane and it all would go away,īut I'd be a fool to think my burdens are something I don't carry.įor I can’t leave them at the gate with the rest of my worries, Though I know there's nothing, nothing left for me there no more.Īt night I take to walking down lonely dead end roads I’ve been highballing through a playground zone So I took to drinking with the hopes of getting lost.įor when you’re always losing it’s hard to see your wins,
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