
What do I care about my legacy? I never knew what a legacy was and people started throwing that word around so loosely. A legacy sounds like ego to me. I’m going to be dead soon. Who cares what somebody is going to think about me when I’m dead? We don’t talk about Charles Manson. No one cares about nobody when they’re dead and gone.
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Around seven years ago, I tried this spiritual medicine called the toad. You see a toad, you bust its puss, you put it on like a mirror, and it gets hard. You rub it down until it becomes fine sand, and then you smoke it. Then you meet god. And this is what god told me to do.
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Listen, I’m in prison. I’m doing time, but I’m coming home. So I’m talking to this guy, he’s my car dealer. He said, “Imagine you in that Ferrari with a tiger in your passenger seat.” I said, “Yeah, hook me up. I want a tiger.” Three tiger cubs arrived, and we raised them. But they lived in my house. They’re not outside cats. You come to my house, I got a 400-pound tiger chilling with me.
Perez/Tyson, 2024
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