I'm A Competitor, It's What I Do (c) Lil Wayne

The History...

I remember when I first started out in school... I was there because well... Mom drove me here, so I trust that I must be here...
no questions asked...

along the line...

the "gifted" tag comes in...

now I am the ruler of Brown Elementary... at least for 2nd and 3rd grade I was..

then I had to leave and go to another school... E.P.I.C.
Now see... when this happens... I don't necessarily leave Brown... I still go to afterschool care there... this is an important fact...
Why?
Because this is where it starts... this is where on of my persona's begins.. the story of the Capricious Tyrant...

See... what happens is... one day coming from E.P.I.C. I hop off the bus or whatever... go to afterschool care... and we(the students) get seperated into grades and put into certain rooms...
so the ppl in my grade (good friends at one point) decided to start a little group amongst themselves...
you know when ppl say schools have classes like jocks and nerds and shit?
there was literally a group forming right in front of my eyes...
For some reason they decide that it would be tight to base the group off of the Looney Tunes and everyone was assigned a character... so.. I figured they'll turn to me and we would all be in on it together like old times...

3 mins pass...

I guess they forgot about a playa...
so I call to 'em like "Who am I gonna be?"
"Over there" (laughter)

literally.. an outcast...

Yeah....

so time goes by or whatever and with any mistake or problem I make... IT MUST BE DRILLED INTO MY HEAD!!!

so I'm in E.P.I.C. and I don't have any friends here... none... I thought I did... but... eh... I started tryna go after the wrong crowd..
It was so bad to the fact that a dude with cancer... a dude that was terminally ill didn't want me in his group...

Damn...

the anger is put in place... I never was an angry person... always was mild-mannered as a child... everyone loved me... EVERYONE!
Friends... Family(yes, the whole family)... People I meet for the first time...
I was never rejected because I was so good as a person...

but then anger surfaced...

mad cause niggas in the hood always wanted to whoop my ass to feel better about their life...
mad cause motherfuckers thought I was to smart to hang around them...
Mad cause a whole lotta of stupid ass bitches wanted to distance themselves from me because I was acting like I was better than everybody...

middle school happens...
...
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Torian..
Patrick...
...

Joia... Damnit... that's what happens mayne...

somehow in the transition to middle school I became... less attractive or something...

I remember when I first laid eyes on Joia... I was star-struck... litterally... I would cry as she walked by... it was like staring into heaven gates and watching God handle business... or watching Jesus take care of doves over a sea of cumulonimbus clouds...
So I asked around like... who is that right there?
why?
I kinda want to go with her...
oh... you mean Joia? (laughter)

I always wonder why they laugh... until I told Joia how I felt about her...
you see why my perception of God was fucked up?
the Devil could have been the good guy all along...

time goes on... I realize... everyone is turning on me... nobody but a select 2, if that, really wants to hang around me...
but why?
cause...
everyone thought I was better than them...

the anger grows...

high school happens...

I find that I have to prove myself on a constant basis...
prove how smart I am...
prove how physical I am...
prove how tough I am...
prove this... prove that...

oh.. and I forgot video games... and sports in general...

see... you gotta beat the game... you gotta get the highest score... losing isn't an option in a game of any kind...

then... life became a game...
I was playing against ppl... they became the opposition....

I had to beat them at all cost...

Now... I love fighting games...
I, immediately, understand the concept...

WIN AT ALL COST...

racing games?

same deal...

it's just you against them... there ain't no partners... cause if you good enough you don't need more than one person to beat the game...

Do it by your damn self...

BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IT!
FUCK THAT GAME FOR THAT IT'S WORTH..

capricious tyrant personified...

and if you ever wonder why I'm so flashy...
it's to prove those women wrong...
ya feel me?

nowadays... I just have to win... It's just what i do...
if I lose... ppl will sit and scrutinze the loss... no matter how much I win.. .they will go back to that loss...

So now... I have to be the best at what I care about... the passion is there... a burning desire to... not succeed... but to WIN!!!

I'm mad crazy about winning at stuff now... it's not like I'm a sore loser... I just want a rematch...


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Now that you know, we shall begin. Shall we? o.O

- C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli
Mike Corleone