August, 18th 1988...
He was just an ordinary baby who knew nothing. He just cried over his mother and was so fragile. Nobody knows what is he gonna be later. So does he. His parents gave him a name. A name that will make everyone who hears it bow at him. A name that will make him bigger and stronger. A name that shines everyone's way. A name that shines a light. A name that will go beyond a trend and become a brand. A name that will become the best brand.
"Kwon Ji Yong"And started from that day, he wrote his story with a pen. So it can't be erased easily.
He knows nothing than working. From 12 to 22. When he does nothing, he grabs a pen and a piece of paper. He starts to make a lyric. A lyric of his philosophy. A lyric of his dream. A lyric of his hope. And no matter what's inside his room, he always thinks that his room is home sweet home.
At the age of 13 he came to this world. World of competition. He came without time to spare. the confidence of not knowing style to him was his weapon. He knew that there's an uphill and there's a downhill but it was too late so he couldn't leave.
Stuck in that competitive world seducing him to be more luxurious than others. He still wanted to shine a light. He still wanted to be a best brand. So he started everything by himself. Made such wonderful songs, created such heavy beats, wrote such inspiring lyrics. But no one paid any attention.
Along with his fried, they had been trough anything together. Winding roads, rough roads, and sometimes falling. They had what everyone said a talent, but why did everyone pay no attention to their potential talent? Those people kept seeing them as a trainee who does nothing than wiping the floor. When every kids sweated because of playing under the sun, they sweated because of practicing at the cold basement. He couldn't stand his emotion, so he told his friend that one day, all these people will recognize me as something not nothing.
He grew with talent cause he's got no gift. He made up his gift by his own sweat. His sweat will become something.
Actually, he envied those people who came without any talent. Just gift. Those beautiful and handsome faces are gift, those nice bodies are gift, and those seducing but at the same time killing things are gift. He whispered to himself they are nothing.
"i’m my self no matter what others say
that i’m small, that i’m young, i’m myself
no matter what others say"
Years by years passed, and he became a leader. He's about to become something. He needs to sacrifice something. His songs, Geojitmal. It supposed to be his solo song. It supposed to be his trademark. It supposed to the ticket of him for breaking the hall of fame. But then YG said that Geojitmal wasn't his song, it was Big Bang's song. He was suffocated, but he tried to survived.
As time passes his loneliness only increased. His obligation of not knowing style, to him was his biggest burden. Pressure to be the best made him want to go back to those sweet childhood days. But he knew he couldn't go back.
After everyone knows him, they started to call him a genius. But he refused that call. To him, genius is not match with him. He knows that all of his sacrifice become something, but he's not something yet. A genius still nothing. He wants to be more briliant than genius. Now he keep repeating the same words in his heart. "After the hills, you got mountain to seize, after one drop you got a fountain to seize." He'll never stop creating before he becomes the last man standing on the top of the world. World domination is in his mind.
Don't ever call him genius, cause he's not. He still wants some more. He still needs some more. He'll be a genius one day. One day, when everybody on this earth know who is he. You may call him genius when he shouts to the world with his cool voice, "Shine A Light!"
And now his name already becomes a best brand. A best brand that makes people follows it. People can copy his style, but not his mind. And that best brand known as
"G-DRAGON"
from August 18th 1988 to August 18th 2010.
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