Every man is a product of his environment to some degree. This mix tape is about what my environment bred in me.
Once upon a time I had a strong moral compass. I had strong ideals about what was right, and what was wrong. About what was fair, and what was not. At the end of the day these ideals meant nothing. All i really know is what I’ve seen and experienced, and all I’ve seen is the struggle. I used to be arrogant enough to believe that my environment would not effect me. Now when I look at myself it is clear that I’ve change. I’ve absorbed the evil though osmosis. I am now live my life as a philosopher of the struggle because the struggle is all I know.