well frist off my name. is chris sattler but
I'd rather be hated for whom i am,
then Loved for whom i am not
i'm outa highschool, and working full time.
Where? thats unimportant at the moment. check back later



and now is later... i am more mature then the averge 21 year old, but also have my moments of immaturity, usually followed by lots of people laughing. i enjoy being the silly person if it makes someone happy, i give everything i have to anyone that i care for, which is a great personality trait to have, although it can also be your biggest downfall. thats me, you want to know more, just ask, and if you actually have read this, i congratulate you, i'll give you a cookie, if you claim your prize.

What you gonna be when you grow up?
I'm all grown up and still don't know what
I mop throw up, I rock a tow truck
Long as it means that I can get old and post up
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid I didn't consider
That I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation
Validation is an understatement
And I don't really know how to take a vacation
My kind don't have any free time
I'm so distracted, but everything's fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion, but this dream's mine
It's all love, we're cool
But you don't tell a cowboy what to do

I was the ugly kid that didn't listen
Little big man, full of ambition
Based on imagination just like you
Daydreaming, thinking about the things I might do
I used to paint, draw, illustrate
Mom would facilitate, and it would feel okay
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up, I wanted a job making art
Picture that, how many years old
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me
That the world was mine, but the papers weren't signed
There's no deed, so proceed to go see
Up the whole piece like it owes me groceries
Don't breathe until you formally know me
Won't leave, better call authorities
It's all love we're cool
But you don't tell an astronaut what to do

The turn tables stole my heart
Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart
I miss it, I might revisit it
But I wasn't that good, I admit it
Maybe you can't tell but as I kid I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del
And thank god eventually I found myself
It's funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with and they ask what I'm doing
Half of the time I wanna crack a lie
But fuck it, I'm still a wannabe rapper guy
Yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world, and it's decent pay
As long as somebody wanna see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It's all love we're cool
But you don't tell the president what to do