success is relative, only to those who don't know what it is
as a young man in this world and with the friends I have, and the grass i have smoked
my eye have been pried open, they have been taped open by my own conscience
what they see is a world that makes decisions based on incorrect information and alternative motives
"successful" men and women sitting on top of a pile of cash, and an even bigger pile of sacrificed souls
if I make it through this life with my integrity and a few friends, i will be successful
with how easy bureaucracy drags you into its clutches
my integrity is my most protected possession