I’m just a kid from Akron, Africa. I always believed that I would come to America and write something of great importance. Guess what? I am in America and I’ve written something of...great importance. I’m promising the world a championship in the form of sublime art. In these direst of times, we need somebody to root for—and I am that square root—a true African booty scratcher. I’ve been scratching my whole life, but I’ve yet to scratch the surface. In the Mekonnen household, nothing is given—that is why we don’t have stuff. This is my calling—just don’t call me on it. Tes Mekonnen, a.k.a. Teezus speaks for the disenfranchised! I do this for the kid that thinks about signing his 1st contract, with WacArnolds, a non-guaranteed 10-year/$250,000 deal. Do not sign that contract! I do this for the man livin’ paycheck to paycheck. At 11:55 (p.m.), I’ve seen this man in 7-Eleven, with a fully dressed hot dog in one hand and his phone in the other, waiting for his direct deposit to come in at midnight. I am that man and I no longer want to be that man. I’m coming home, baby! I’m always coming home! Pay me forward! Support this independent artist.