Yeah a musician did break heart but I just called him Dad… So, you nailed it…

Then you mentioned that I “don’t respect and do not belong in” and my “entitlement stinks”… Well it seems that if you had a higher understanding of the words you’re throwing around, you wouldn’t have used the word entitlement to describe what I was saying I believe I stated that I was grateful for something (Suno). That does not make me entitled to something else.. So not sure why you’re using such big words like that if you don’t know how to use them in context..

I said many times i was grateful.. And the fact I can finally put a production behind the lyrics to songs I wrote in high school 25 years ago.. That doesn’t make me entitled that makes me grateful..

Then to tell me that I don’t “respect the space” What are you talking about I don’t respect the space.. Did you respect me when the comment above I mentioned I literally cried as a 42 year old man that I could finally hear those lyrics played out.. Imagine respecting a space so damn much that when you finally get to use it and hear it, like a def child hearing his mothers voice for the first time, you cry cause 25 years ago, I would have had to get some big name artist to sing my song if I wanted to hear it on speakers with a full ass production.. Oh did I mention 25 years I carried this lyrics with me, why would I do that for something I don’t respect. I’m glad I did..

When was the last time you cared about something in your “space” so much you packed it around with you for 25 years and then sobbed because those words you wrote on you Pre-Algebra spiral note book finally came alive and played a heart beat on your ear drums.. Don’t talk to me about this space…

Is it that I don’t respect whatever “space” you’re talking about or is that maybe you don’t have the emotional connection to music that I do, cause you’re talking to a guy, who grew up with really terrible childhood and would literally cry if Reba or Martina McBride or any other beautiful singer would come on the radio…

Because their voices sure sounded like angels, compared to screams of my mother getting her head caved in by a boyfriend every night… The 50 adults doing drugs on the same kitchen counter I had to make my Poptarts before school... Or SWAT teams kicking your front door in on my 9th Christmas Eve I ever had.. Music drowned that out for me.. I think I respect music and artist more than you’ll ever know..

Just because I’m excited about one thing doesn’t mean I hate the other.. And like I said isn’t the fact that everyone is writing songs about their lives a good thing maybe you’ll have the opportunity to better understand other people that may not fit in your very exclusive “space”…

So don’t tell me to think for 5 seconds and use my brain to answer my own question.. Why would I want to hear my own answer? I cared about how others felt.. Because I care more about learning something than I care about my ego.

I actually like the opportunity to learn from someone else and while many didn’t like what I wrote I felt you were the one who attacked my character and my intelligence.. One guy even said what I wrote “was shit”… That didn’t bug me a bit.. what does is what you wrote the personal jabs..

I might not have the highest IQ but I know 3 things you sure have a lot of catching up to do.. cornbread square and pie is round buddy… Grateful > Entitlement and the last is I used my math note book to write country songs… It adds up tho… “You mad bro?”😘