"Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen. Let’s pretend things would have been no different. Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation. Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin, they could blow away with the wind. Marshall, you’re never gonna make it, makes no sense to play the game, there ain’t no way that you’ll win. Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends. Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend, and it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changing again. He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid. He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit and he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit. Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium, bitch, you won’t amount to shit! Quit daydreaming kid, you need to get your cranium checked you’re thinking like an alien and just ain’t realistic."
Happy 41st birthday, Marshall Bruce Mathers III! From the bottom to the top of the world.