Yeah, this 30 is dedicated
To all the editors that told me I’d always amount to something
To all the sources who lived on UT campus that I was emailin’ straight to
Called the ME on me when I was just trying to make some clips to feed my career (it’s
all good)
And all the reporters in the struggle
You know what I’m saying? It’s all good, baby baby
It was all a dream, I never wanted to write for Spark Magazine
Whitis Ave and Heavy DT up in the basement
Hanging clips on my wall
Every Thursday Panic Attack, Mr. Chen, Ping-Pong Ball
I let my tape recorder rock till my source talked
Three years writing for news, pitching at 10 o’clock
Way back, when I had the yellow and black notepad
With the lines to match
Remember Ellie Breed? Duh-M, Duh-E
You never thought that friendship would take it this far
Now we’re in the limelight of Cano’s rooftop cause we write tight
Time to get paid, no more minimum wage
A ping-pong beginner, and RICOH the printer,
Remember when I used to eat Vert’s for dinner
Peace to Paul C., Hannah D., Wesley Story
Britni Lebosabitch, Muffin Casey
I’m blowin’ up not like Peter thought I would
Get your tips, same number, same hood
It’s all good
And if you’re on the IM team, make those free throws
You know very well
Who you are
Don’t let Peter bring you down
Reach for the Good
You had a goal
But not that many
Cause you’re not the only one
Peter gave “not bads” aplenty
I made the change from a common reporter
To up close and personal with CMHC
And I dove in deep
I exposed campaign emails all day
Woodward and Bernstein, it’s the projects way
O’Hanlon and Lisas keep me going
Forrest used to diss me
Now he writes rec letters cause he miss me
I never thought it could happen, this writin’ stuff
I was too used to stackin’ listicles and stuff
Now we’re getting close time to say adios
From the BMC down to the East Mall
Campus reporter in spring ’17, no sleep for weeks
News Editor that summer with Casey and Peach
Then bikin’ to Alaska without fear
Came back fall ’18 for my projects career
Edits, late nights, interviews for my school
{Considered a fool ‘cause I dropped out of high school)
Stereotypes of mental illness misunderstood
And it’s still all good
News and projects, y’all know very well
What you mean to me
Thanks for picking me up when I’m down
We made the Texan ours
But I can’t stay long
‘Cause you’re the only paper
I would work 50 cents an hour for
And that’s the tea, time to go DT
