I woke up this morning, my smooth hair was all messed up
like always.

I'v decided i want to learn how to play a guitar, an
electric guitar actually.

Two weeks ago i had my first lesson, its so fun, I've got
some problems with the accords but its ok.

I'm obbsessed about guitars now, everywhere I go i'm
thinking about buying one and how will I call it, maybe a
black one with red stripes or a white one with black
stripes, I keep hearing guitars playing in my head,
especially Jimy Hendrix songs, I'm a really big fan of his,
I wish that I could play the guitar like him.

I'v decided to call my new guitar Jimy Hendrix, because it's
just like the one he had on that same song that was used to
be played on VH-1 all the time.
My progress in guitar lessons is going fairly well.

I came to my guitar lesson today, right on time and anxios
as alwayse, I entered the room but my tutor didn't show up,
so I waited in the room and started to look around, and I
noticed a Jimy Hendrix poster near the window, with his
guitar just like mine.

My accord problem is getting worse, I can't get it done
right, but I'll keep practicing, I KNOW I'll get it right
sometime.

My progress in guitar lessons has come to a halt... I've got
this feeling I suck, like I can't get anything right, as if
my hands are not in coherence with my mind.
I'll never be like Jimy Hendrix, I hate him, who needs to be
that good? I truly hate him.

"You'll never be like me"
"You'll never be like me"
I keep hearing that voice in my head, like a voice of some
guy from the Hood, A black man's voice, or maybe i'm just
trippin'.

I showd up for guitar lesson today, late and tired, but i
didn't care, i was asked by my tutor to perform a piece for
him, it was a part of a Jimy Hendrix song, I thought it was
just too hard for me, but i tried it any way and played.
I did it, I did it even better than my tutor could, it was
as if my hands were possesed by some one elses mind.

I woke up this morning, my hair seemed diffrent, it was
curled and longer than ususal, like an Afro
hairdoo,strange... I used the shame shampoo as alwayse and
yesterday it was just as it used to be, or maybe i'm just
trippin'

In guitar lesson today, I looked at the Jimy Hendrix poster
and i saw his eyes staring at me, not like when you look at
a picture and i seems as if the eyes follow you around, he
actually looked at me, his eyes really followed me, and i
played the guitar like a King, like the King of Guitar, like
Jimy Hendrix, I am becoming Jimy Hendrix... or maybe i'm
just trippin'