Obviously it’s too early to say whether Harris has made a good or a bad decision, but I can honestly tell you, the fact that he turned down a full ride with a possibility (no matter how small or how great) to play professional football someday, to make a song sounding like an educated Chief Keef (Which is kind of like being the smart Kardishian) makes as much sense as Usher not marrying Chili but marrying Tom, I mean Tameka (you know she has man-like features).
Harris isn’t the first rapper to choose rap over a college education. Will Smith, whose SAT scores were good enough for MIT, even though he had no intention of going to college, also did it, so it can be done. But to say that Harris is the next Fresh Prince, is like saying Nene has talent; while it may be true, it has yet to be seen.
Now I’m all for believing in and being true to yourself while not being discouraged by the naysayers. But having said that, there is such a thing as suffering from high-self esteem, like Kanye West wearing one of Envogue’s old leather skirts and thinking that shit is cool, you start believing the voices in your own head.
I’m not judging the homie. It’s his life and he doesn’t have to live for me, but the decision to forego an easier path for one that’s as treacherous as R. Kelly chaperoning a Girl Scout outing (I’d advise against it), has me wondering whether he ate paint chips or was dropped on his head as a child.
I do wish him luck in his chosen profession and I hope he has a long career. I also hope that he has sense enough to have something to fall back on “just in case.” If not, I’m sure Yung Jeezy is always hiring a weed carrier.
What do you think? Did he make a good decision? Do you think he’ll be a success?
Talk to me, I’ll talk back.
Breazy The Narrator.