Change the world.
When I was in 8th grade (I think), I remember this guy with super long hair, sort of like a stoner version of Russell Crowe, came to my school. He was a rapper. He rapped about positive vibes and bringing good into the world. His raps consisted of lines like "giving back to the families that never had shit, and giving back to these ho's that used to suck my dick!" Naw, I'm just kidding. It was school appropriate, and people were actually feeling it. I was a bit inspired by this rock/rap Vanilla Ice/P.O.D. sort of fellow and at the moment I looked up to him. I was shy in 8th grade, but I actually greeted the guy and told him I liked his performance. "Hey man, if you see something and you want it, go for it, nothing is stopping you except you." He's probably said this to every Asian 8th grader that expressed an interest in his art.
Fast forward one year later, my mom is best friends with this black lady named Barbara down the street. They're like Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson in that movie Wedding Crashers, except they crash churches. Every Sunday, they went to a different church and jumped up and down and praised Jehova the Messiah King Ruler of the Jews and Gentiles.. yeah, you get the picture. I've never been a big fan of the church, especially not a new church every week. I went to a dominantly Filipino church once or twice a year, where i knew everyone, that was cool with me. So you can imagine what I said when my mom and Barbara wanted me to go to this church called The Promise. It has its own radio station or whatever and it's a pretty big, well-known church. I really didn't feel like it, but when Barbara told me she had been telling this girl named Gianna about me, and that this girl wanted to meet me, I was like "shiiiitttt...... she fine, though?" Barbara said "you know it!" That's all it took. I was in the car waiting to go before they even got outside.
Church service is over, Gianna.. she's aight. She's not my type, though. She kept trying to make me join the youth service and I was like "Ay, girl, I ain't bout that Jesus life naw mean.. I'm bout that bread and I don't mean the congregation. Talkin' about that gwap." (Sorry, it's been so long, I forgot what I sounded like, but I know I was very swaggy [word?] and between the hoodacity of T.I. and Gucci mane. So, after the service, this guy comes walking towards me and I don't want to talk to nobody, man. I hate church people, yo! So I tried to diverge away from his path but he was persistent, so I stood in my tracks and waited to be mauled in the face with the Bible and holy water.
"Hey man, remember me?" he said. "OHHHH SHIT! IT'S MY BOY LIMP BIZKIT!!!" I screamed so everyone would whisper "is that Fred Durst?" We dapped. He told me he was giving up on the rap scene, but wanted to continue spreading the word of God. I told him I'm not really into all that stuff, that I don't think we know how the world was created and especially not if it was created by a benevolent being that just came out of nowhere. "Respect." He looked at me, stern, like an eagle stares at a young baby bird, before it eats it. I thought he was going to try and eat me so I backed up a bit. "Yo man, I'm dumbing down this whole rapping thing, this whole speaking thing is not me either. I can't write, really, and my words don't have an effect because the age gap is too large when speaking with middle schoolers." He changed his expression, like he knew something no one else did. "You, man, I see you. i see one day, you're going to change this world. I see you leading a fallen people, leading them out of misery and into glory. You are a leader, man, do not forget that. You can change this world, but you have to want to, first." I told him he was crazy, he can't see ahead, and I'm way too introverted to be that kind of person. "All of that shit doesn't matter, bro! You are going to speak the truth and people will listen, I guarantee it. Don't let me down. Don't let him down." He said as he points up, and leaves me with a weird feeling that I didn't understand in 9th grade.
Honestly, I still don't understand. No one had ever told me I could do anything that big with my life, not to mention others. Then this douche bag comes along and has to tell me I'm part of some revolution. At the time, I was still blind. I hadn't experienced anything yet and life was still waiting to serve me a big fuckin' plate of kick ass. But now, now I'm seasoned. There are no more surprises. There are only things I know are wrong in this world, things I want done differently. Not for me, but for the greater of mankind and the preservation of the human race. I never though I'd actually feel like his words had substance to them. I never thought I'd actually try to begin a movement. To get the truth to the people, because we deserve better. We are people, too, and we have rights. I'm not going to cloud up my life blog with reasons, so if you want to know what I want to change, view news. I have all my political items there. I'm going to speak on what I can hear. This is only the beginning, I'm going to change the world. I won't let you down Sugar Ray.
