It's always a struggle growing up in Akron.
I don't want to be called a point guard, but I can't stop it.
I've got extra motivation that I won't talk about right now.
Some times your best effort just isn't good enough.
When I miss you, sometimes I listen to music or look at pictures of you, not to remind me of you but to make me feel as if I'm with you. It makes me forget the distance and capture you.
Why should I care? I have all the money in the world.