Sunday, February 22, 2009
Travels
I went to Ireland this week, after going to Milan last week. These visits opened up my eyes a li'l bit more. Dublin, Ireland is not a glamorous town or anything like that. But, I learned some valuable facts. The Guiness company, is a good business. It owns the most things in Dublin, and they provide good service. All of their former employees will always have a place to eat dinner. They're always welcomed to eat a free meal there forever. Last week in Milan was nice and chilled. Everything in Italy is just sensual & calm. I'm seeing the European way. Next stop:Amsterdam. Then: Paris.
Green & White
Green and White, very important colors. White men run the world in pursuit of green. People with little to nothing import and sell white products while trynna get green. Green can lead to greed, jealousy, and so on and so on. No one really cares about the guy who sells the green, because he's not making serious green, or fucking with another man's green. Fucking with another man's green could mean life or death. All of this was implemented by a white man. He has the green, he distributes the green. Everybody is chasing the green. You gonna use the white man's product to get it? Or abuse the white man's mind?
-Green and White
-Green and White
Mental Exercise
Exercising your brain man, it's harder than lifting weights. Changing your state of mind, that's difficult. No shortcuts around it, you gotta have a heart to heart with that man in the mirror. So far, so good. No big relapse or anything significant. Fighting temptation of sorts; and I been whooping that ass.
Ay, when u get home I gotta move for you, aight? Naw, I'm good.
Waz up with your man, lemme get his number? Naw, I don't want nuffin to do wit that
We goin down to Miami or something, you coming? I gotchu. Naw
You on some otha shit huh? Yeh, some new shit.
Brand new? Niggas gon' think you changed. I know, I am....
So what you don't fuck with everybody no more? Ya'll cool, we'll see who still fuck with who.
Yeh, I'm wit you. But you know..... I ain't tripin off that, I'm still me
You gonna need the money though, how u gon'
deal with that? Be humble, I'll be aight.
You sure? You sound off? Ya'll playing a losing game
What you mean? Listen...
Ay shawty, listen: we love you. If you need anything, Aight, but I'm good t hough.
let me know.
Love me? yeah for the game. Legitimately care about me? Maybe, but everybody selfish to an extent. Is it a body of work I've provided that they in love with? I'm older now, so my work would mean more money. I been to school= more money. I can get more connects= more money. I got a golden boy image=money.
Go legit with it, see what happens. Lesson learned. That's a loser's game. You lose friends, workers, money, freedom, piece of mind & peace at mind.
I like to move how I want, I'm into different moves. Like my father asked me:
I know you can walk. But, where are you walking to?
Ay, when u get home I gotta move for you, aight? Naw, I'm good.
Waz up with your man, lemme get his number? Naw, I don't want nuffin to do wit that
We goin down to Miami or something, you coming? I gotchu. Naw
You on some otha shit huh? Yeh, some new shit.
Brand new? Niggas gon' think you changed. I know, I am....
So what you don't fuck with everybody no more? Ya'll cool, we'll see who still fuck with who.
Yeh, I'm wit you. But you know..... I ain't tripin off that, I'm still me
You gonna need the money though, how u gon'
deal with that? Be humble, I'll be aight.
You sure? You sound off? Ya'll playing a losing game
What you mean? Listen...
Ay shawty, listen: we love you. If you need anything, Aight, but I'm good t hough.
let me know.
Love me? yeah for the game. Legitimately care about me? Maybe, but everybody selfish to an extent. Is it a body of work I've provided that they in love with? I'm older now, so my work would mean more money. I been to school= more money. I can get more connects= more money. I got a golden boy image=money.
Go legit with it, see what happens. Lesson learned. That's a loser's game. You lose friends, workers, money, freedom, piece of mind & peace at mind.
I like to move how I want, I'm into different moves. Like my father asked me:
I know you can walk. But, where are you walking to?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Miscommunication
Laying across my chest, she look up and asked:You promise not to cheat?... "What game we playin?" I ain't say it, I thought about sayin it. But cheat how I thought, We ain't together, how ima cheat?... She hopped up put her clothes on, crying, cussin, whatever.
I explained that there was no "we". There was me & she... Laughin, drinking, and fuckin don't constitute a relationship... She said friends don't "fuck" friends. I said, "Well they do; they call 'em fuck buddies"
She said that's all I am?...I'm thinkin;
1 .you only see me late at night,
2. You never met family and barely my friends,
3. I met you at the club
So I asked her what she was thinkin. She said cause I was nice, we text every night, and fuck alot.
I shook my head thinkin again. Now I see why it ain't no "you & me" My dick was just good friends with your pussy...
Then I go to lunch with of my male friends the next day. He goes "Son we can talk right? Yeah, I trust you."
I'm thinkin what the fuck 'bout to come outta his mouth. I told him yeah, I'll listen.
He goes off:"Man I fucked this li'l bitch last night right? Then she gonna get up, put her clothes on. Then say it's been fun. So I'm like where you 'bout to go? She talking 'bout she gotta go home. She don't like being up under a nigga all night. So I ask her if something was wrong with my shit right? She gon' tell me, naw I was great, She'll call when she want some more. Like I'm a dick in the jar or some shit. I fucks with her though, I cooked dinner and all that. What you think?"
I told him he was just tripping off nothing. She respecting his space and don't want to rush things. He told me naw; their thing was over after he texted her this morning and found out she was going out to meet another dude for dinner tonight. So I asked what's wrong with that since they weren't serious. He talked about how he treat her, and she was ungrateful and disrespectful. I was thinking maybe he was doing too much and tried to tell him sometimes it be like that. Anyways, I asked him her name and he say "BB."
"BB?"
Damn, I thought. She's taking me out to dinner tonight.
I explained that there was no "we". There was me & she... Laughin, drinking, and fuckin don't constitute a relationship... She said friends don't "fuck" friends. I said, "Well they do; they call 'em fuck buddies"
She said that's all I am?...I'm thinkin;
1 .you only see me late at night,
2. You never met family and barely my friends,
3. I met you at the club
So I asked her what she was thinkin. She said cause I was nice, we text every night, and fuck alot.
I shook my head thinkin again. Now I see why it ain't no "you & me" My dick was just good friends with your pussy...
Then I go to lunch with of my male friends the next day. He goes "Son we can talk right? Yeah, I trust you."
I'm thinkin what the fuck 'bout to come outta his mouth. I told him yeah, I'll listen.
He goes off:"Man I fucked this li'l bitch last night right? Then she gonna get up, put her clothes on. Then say it's been fun. So I'm like where you 'bout to go? She talking 'bout she gotta go home. She don't like being up under a nigga all night. So I ask her if something was wrong with my shit right? She gon' tell me, naw I was great, She'll call when she want some more. Like I'm a dick in the jar or some shit. I fucks with her though, I cooked dinner and all that. What you think?"
I told him he was just tripping off nothing. She respecting his space and don't want to rush things. He told me naw; their thing was over after he texted her this morning and found out she was going out to meet another dude for dinner tonight. So I asked what's wrong with that since they weren't serious. He talked about how he treat her, and she was ungrateful and disrespectful. I was thinking maybe he was doing too much and tried to tell him sometimes it be like that. Anyways, I asked him her name and he say "BB."
"BB?"
Damn, I thought. She's taking me out to dinner tonight.
Right
"You ever gonna' stop?" Diamond asks. Right-hand hears her but no immediate response. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road and remains silent.
"Stop what?"
"You know what I am talking about... I just get worried. You don't need the money, you're doing good."
"What makes you so convinced I been doing something?" Right-hand asks looking over into the passenger seat.
Diamond has no idea why Right-hand likes to go through this unnecessary BS sometimes. She shakes her head,"It ain't rocket science, it's the only time you ignore me that."
Right-hand nods, still nor ready to engage in the conversation,"Who said I was ignoring you? I knew you were coming down to the bar." He only knew because he knew Diamond would come looking for him, and she knew he'd be at that bar.
"And how you know that?"
"You always come looking for me down there. Runnin' up in there like you somebody motha or something."
"So you think you know me? "
"I hope so...I sure hope so."
Diamond folded her arms and kept her head out the window the rest of the ride. The dead silence in the car doesn't matter to Right-hand, he enjoys the slight summer breeze, and rides. He knows Diamond will get over it soon. Diamond sits in the corner thinking about how much of an asshole RIght-hand is; but she knows something good is going to come of their time together. He never lets her down in that sense.
They pull up and get out at Right-hand's condo. Right-hand walks in the house and opens the balcony door where Diamonds sits. He goes and pour favorite wine, Rendezvous. He pours his Bone VSOP. "Waz up though? You mad at me?"
Diamond doesn't respond this time, she sips from her glass almost mocking Right-hand's performance from the car. Right-hand laughs and leans against the side rail. Then Diamond finally breaks her silence.
"You made me miss my movie, asshole."
"First thing in the morning, before my flight leaves"
"Then what? You be MIA for another month?"
"You funny, I work like you. Why u mad?"
" I am not mad..."
"I bought you a ticket to met me down in Florida, you can come down thursday night. We staying at my beach house in Key West."
"Sometimes, I swear you no good."
""Yeah, me too.."
"Stop what?"
"You know what I am talking about... I just get worried. You don't need the money, you're doing good."
"What makes you so convinced I been doing something?" Right-hand asks looking over into the passenger seat.
Diamond has no idea why Right-hand likes to go through this unnecessary BS sometimes. She shakes her head,"It ain't rocket science, it's the only time you ignore me that."
Right-hand nods, still nor ready to engage in the conversation,"Who said I was ignoring you? I knew you were coming down to the bar." He only knew because he knew Diamond would come looking for him, and she knew he'd be at that bar.
"And how you know that?"
"You always come looking for me down there. Runnin' up in there like you somebody motha or something."
"So you think you know me? "
"I hope so...I sure hope so."
Diamond folded her arms and kept her head out the window the rest of the ride. The dead silence in the car doesn't matter to Right-hand, he enjoys the slight summer breeze, and rides. He knows Diamond will get over it soon. Diamond sits in the corner thinking about how much of an asshole RIght-hand is; but she knows something good is going to come of their time together. He never lets her down in that sense.
They pull up and get out at Right-hand's condo. Right-hand walks in the house and opens the balcony door where Diamonds sits. He goes and pour favorite wine, Rendezvous. He pours his Bone VSOP. "Waz up though? You mad at me?"
Diamond doesn't respond this time, she sips from her glass almost mocking Right-hand's performance from the car. Right-hand laughs and leans against the side rail. Then Diamond finally breaks her silence.
"You made me miss my movie, asshole."
"First thing in the morning, before my flight leaves"
"Then what? You be MIA for another month?"
"You funny, I work like you. Why u mad?"
" I am not mad..."
"I bought you a ticket to met me down in Florida, you can come down thursday night. We staying at my beach house in Key West."
"Sometimes, I swear you no good."
""Yeah, me too.."
Left
On the ride home from the bar that night, Lefty was stuck in deep thought. Right-hand still feeling normal and non-chalant made Lefty feel a little off. He didn't want to jeopardize Right-hand's fortune anymore. He knows that after tonight, he's really alone on the streets. He won't let Right-hand relapse again. Right-hand has a wife-in-waiting, businesses, investments, vacation homes. He's set, and he will always look out for me is what Lefty thought. At the same time, he's given Lefty money but Lefty was all about flipping it, and that's not a problem to Right-hand, or so it seems. They rode in silence, it felt as if an elephant was in the car. Lefty turned the radio off and to approach the silence.
"Son, thank you. Never again" Lefty said.
"I feel you," Right-hand responded.
"You know how life is, and I just thought......."
"It's aight son, trust me." Right-hand interrupted.
"Naw, you got too much to lose."
"What I got, you got. You know me."
"Yeah, live it up for me" said Lefty.
"I gotchu."
The silence crept back into the car, as the two came to agreement. They understood each other. This was the first time they had a talk of this nature, since it came time to choose colleges. They weren't on the same page in their decisions.
"Hit me," Right-hand said as Lefty got out of the car feeling as though he left something behind once again. No more runs with my man, he thought.
He strolled in his house feeling kind of bittersweet. He picked up his phone, and texted one of his late night freaks from his extensive collection. Who's tongith's lucky winner. He can't stand being alone at night...
"Son, thank you. Never again" Lefty said.
"I feel you," Right-hand responded.
"You know how life is, and I just thought......."
"It's aight son, trust me." Right-hand interrupted.
"Naw, you got too much to lose."
"What I got, you got. You know me."
"Yeah, live it up for me" said Lefty.
"I gotchu."
The silence crept back into the car, as the two came to agreement. They understood each other. This was the first time they had a talk of this nature, since it came time to choose colleges. They weren't on the same page in their decisions.
"Hit me," Right-hand said as Lefty got out of the car feeling as though he left something behind once again. No more runs with my man, he thought.
He strolled in his house feeling kind of bittersweet. He picked up his phone, and texted one of his late night freaks from his extensive collection. Who's tongith's lucky winner. He can't stand being alone at night...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Evolution of Words
"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." That's the bullshit, whoever created that damaged whoever believes that bullshit. Words are powerful, especially when used as a source of expression. Even as the key source of communication. Signs are meanings of words, letters form words, wars starts over miscommunication through words, and etc.
Words make the world go wrong just like money. How do you get money without words?
That's being said, I am a now a chemist in a lab cooking up something lethal, Visual crack? Crack in the form of letters, numbers, and signs.I mean words are what communicates your thoughts to your brain. Words gonna have a whole new life of their own when I am through with them...
They say "Actions speak louder than words." Well actions are either put forth or accompanied by words....
Words make the world go wrong just like money. How do you get money without words?
That's being said, I am a now a chemist in a lab cooking up something lethal, Visual crack? Crack in the form of letters, numbers, and signs.I mean words are what communicates your thoughts to your brain. Words gonna have a whole new life of their own when I am through with them...
They say "Actions speak louder than words." Well actions are either put forth or accompanied by words....
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Just Do It
I been trynna think of what to write or what to post. I ain't been thinking of nothing. I usually let things write themselves. I gotta couple of ideas of what I wanna write about, but they ain't finished forming in my big ass head. I guess I have to have a complete well thought out topic or story before I put it in print. This blog is called Life In Print. Completing thoughts or what not has become sort of a them to me. Finish... Finishing what I start, doing what I want to do, when I want to do it. Control is key, control my body first. Starts upstairs, my mind, body and soul. Then everything else will fall in place. I wanna be a a walking representation of what's going on in my head. Clearing myself of a lot of bullshit and garbage is taking place right now. I call it mental conditioning. I'm still in phase 1. Because this process will not stop until my heart does. I like what I am becoming. Traveling to a foreign place physically is symbolic of me traveling to foreign places mentally. This is how I am gathering myself. Think, React. Think, React. Think, React. Nothing is better than the purity of a complete thought. Crazy has a new meaning. Crazy is me not doing what I want to do. Why not me? Why not? Expressing yourself in a way that only you can. That's is what my life has become. I have a lot of thoughts. I have to complete them through my actions....
(This was fun, I just picked up the computer and typed what I was thinking)
(This was fun, I just picked up the computer and typed what I was thinking)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Yeah, I go There... February 14th
Do you really love that person as much as you claim you do today?
Are you gon' throw this in their face when they catch you doing wrong in the future?
Is today's special treatment just so your partner can be NASTY?
Does "I love you" really call for an extra meaning today?
Is tonight really the only night you own up to giving head cause it's "Valentine Day?"
Love is supposed to stand the test of time, which means mistakes will be made. But does tonight mean that all mistakes will be forgiven?
Just because you fuck up in the future, does tonight give you a pass?
Are you just actin a certain way today for some pussy? What if it's old pussy? Do you go that extra mile?
Who do you text when yo think it's the last minute? Is this what love is really about? Giving your best on one dat and saying the rest if the year?
Does fucking tonight mean we'll get married?
Hold up? Do you really love me? Or you just stuck in the moment?
I'm sorry boo, but I really love you....see?
I ain't get you nuffin cuz I don't celebrate Valentine's day. Yo should get that all year.
What? Do people actually fall into this shit on Valentine's day? Yeah, they are fools. Whatever happens to actions speaking louder than words? Why don't those actions speak that same volume all the time? I think Valentine's day is just an excuse to trick, or a way to make up to your partner. It's not necessarily to make up fpr doing wrong, but apologizing for what you're not? But why? If you ain't naturally romantic, where is it coming from on Valentine's day? Your heart or perception? Today is a day for imposters, the unforgiven are forgiven, the unfaithful are romantic, and so on and so on. Real love is turned into a mockery on this day, but are they supposed to not celebrate? I believe this day was actually designed to celebrate the true love, how do you do that? I mean honestly, I could give a damn about candles, teddy bears, and chocolate. You eat chocolates when you mad at me, right? I can't plead the fifth on this day either so what am I to do? If all I do is show you I love you, then what do I today? Say it? I think actions speak louder than words, so do I do something out of character? Is our sen going to enter another dimension? What do I do tomorrow? I mean, I think we have the rest of our lives together, at least that's how I am supposed to feel. Now I feel like Musiq, just teach me. Teach me how to to LOVE...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Only The Strong...(needs editing)
After they ditch the car, Lefty and Right-hand go to their respective homes to get ready for the rest of the evening..."I be back through here in 'bout a hour" Right-hand tells Lefty.
"Aight" Lefty replies, "Don't forget your phone in the house."
Right-hand retrieves his phones and responds to a handful of texts from friends. Meanwhile Lefty is in the house smoking some Purp' and reflecting on what just happened. He thinks to himself that there's no one like Right-hand. Right-hand will literally do anything for him. He wonders hows Right-hand feels about what just happened. He never considered that Right-hand might feel a little off given their current circumstances. Before he just thought it was like old times.
Right-hand walks in the house and pours a cup of Bone VSOP and sits it in the refrigerator. He turns some music on, "Other Side of the Game" by Erykah Badu is what his itunes shuffles plays first as he heads to the shower. He hops in listening to the lyrics, and thinks about what else tonight will bring. He has no remorse for his relapse, it's just a part of the game as far as he is concerned. It was necessary to him, Lefty said he had to go so he had to go.
He gets out of the shower and gets dressed, then calls Lefty and tells him he'll be there in a minute. He drinks his cups that he fixed when he walked into the house and it's on. He's grabs his bookbag and heads out the door...
Right-hand and Lefty arrive at a popular bar. They buy drinks at the bar, and reminisce about old days. They flirt with women, most of the people in this bar are at least 5 years older than them, yet their faces are familiar in this crowd. Left-hand is more relaxed and calm, kind of like Right-hand was earlier in the night. He just sits back and watches Right-hand have fun with the crowd at the bar. Right-hand is laughing, telling stories, and joking. Everything is right, no complaints from either side.
Lefty is amazed at Right-hand's transformation. He's always been amazed at how fast Right-hand can switch it up. He's usually anit-social after making a move like tonight. Right-hand always parties it off.
In the midst of social activities, Right-hand feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see a woman with an apparent attitude. " Tonight?" the woman says. Right-hand-looks at her and nods his head while hunching his shoulders with his hands out to the side as if he didn't do anything wrong. She recognizes Lefty and hugs him, and mushes the back of Right-hand's head.
Right-hand pulls her by her arm to go sit in the back of the bar where it's more secluded. This is Diamond, Right-hand's on again off again girl, main thing, future wife. "So what's up? I called you and texted you" she says.
"I know..." Right-hand says before he's interrupted.
"Don't say nothing, you did some dumb shit didn't you?"
"What you talkin' 'bout?"
" I see it in your face. I thought you stopped?"
Right-hand thinks that Diamond is bad, this is why she's his girl or whatever she is.
"I keep telling you, you ain't Superman."
"I hear you, what's going on though? How was your day?" Rights-hand asks pulling Diamond close.
They settle their differences as Diamond curses Right-hand out. Right-hand and Diamond been at it since Right-hand was fourteen. She was 18. Right-hand left her too, but she still shines. She's been threatening to leave Right-hand alone for years thanks to his "street" activity. She grew up privileged, but she connects with Right-hand. His ignorance of her wishes is why they are always off and on. His charm, ambition, and personality is why she stays. He taught her the other side of the game and she wants to understand, so never gives up on him. Their relationship made her mentally tough and even though he leaves her from time to time, she's still successful. Right-hand's precious little Diamond.
Lefty looks at them across the bar, and thinks to himself. "Right-hand got a good one." He sees their chemistry and thinks they're crazy for how they deal with each other. No titles, no handcuffs, no fights, all the problems in the world, and they just keep it moving. He wonders how they manage, even though Right-hand always leaves her for periods at a time. Lefty doesn't see how they balance each other out. He does not see that she's the opposite of Lefty himself. She's what Lefty is not, Left and Right-hand move to the same beat. They function as one, they never resist the other. They are alike with one key difference, Right-hand has a stronger will and thinks in terms of a big picture. Lefty just thinks in terms of the city, he's fit for the city and the city only, which is why he never left. Diamond exposed Right-hand to much more and challenges him. Makes him better...
Right-hand and Lefty are one of the same kind but, Right-hand is diverse while Lefty has one train of thought. This is why they both couldn't turn the same way; Lefty's mind would not let him and Right-hand would not challenge him...
"Aight" Lefty replies, "Don't forget your phone in the house."
Right-hand retrieves his phones and responds to a handful of texts from friends. Meanwhile Lefty is in the house smoking some Purp' and reflecting on what just happened. He thinks to himself that there's no one like Right-hand. Right-hand will literally do anything for him. He wonders hows Right-hand feels about what just happened. He never considered that Right-hand might feel a little off given their current circumstances. Before he just thought it was like old times.
Right-hand walks in the house and pours a cup of Bone VSOP and sits it in the refrigerator. He turns some music on, "Other Side of the Game" by Erykah Badu is what his itunes shuffles plays first as he heads to the shower. He hops in listening to the lyrics, and thinks about what else tonight will bring. He has no remorse for his relapse, it's just a part of the game as far as he is concerned. It was necessary to him, Lefty said he had to go so he had to go.
He gets out of the shower and gets dressed, then calls Lefty and tells him he'll be there in a minute. He drinks his cups that he fixed when he walked into the house and it's on. He's grabs his bookbag and heads out the door...
Right-hand and Lefty arrive at a popular bar. They buy drinks at the bar, and reminisce about old days. They flirt with women, most of the people in this bar are at least 5 years older than them, yet their faces are familiar in this crowd. Left-hand is more relaxed and calm, kind of like Right-hand was earlier in the night. He just sits back and watches Right-hand have fun with the crowd at the bar. Right-hand is laughing, telling stories, and joking. Everything is right, no complaints from either side.
Lefty is amazed at Right-hand's transformation. He's always been amazed at how fast Right-hand can switch it up. He's usually anit-social after making a move like tonight. Right-hand always parties it off.
In the midst of social activities, Right-hand feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see a woman with an apparent attitude. " Tonight?" the woman says. Right-hand-looks at her and nods his head while hunching his shoulders with his hands out to the side as if he didn't do anything wrong. She recognizes Lefty and hugs him, and mushes the back of Right-hand's head.
Right-hand pulls her by her arm to go sit in the back of the bar where it's more secluded. This is Diamond, Right-hand's on again off again girl, main thing, future wife. "So what's up? I called you and texted you" she says.
"I know..." Right-hand says before he's interrupted.
"Don't say nothing, you did some dumb shit didn't you?"
"What you talkin' 'bout?"
" I see it in your face. I thought you stopped?"
Right-hand thinks that Diamond is bad, this is why she's his girl or whatever she is.
"I keep telling you, you ain't Superman."
"I hear you, what's going on though? How was your day?" Rights-hand asks pulling Diamond close.
They settle their differences as Diamond curses Right-hand out. Right-hand and Diamond been at it since Right-hand was fourteen. She was 18. Right-hand left her too, but she still shines. She's been threatening to leave Right-hand alone for years thanks to his "street" activity. She grew up privileged, but she connects with Right-hand. His ignorance of her wishes is why they are always off and on. His charm, ambition, and personality is why she stays. He taught her the other side of the game and she wants to understand, so never gives up on him. Their relationship made her mentally tough and even though he leaves her from time to time, she's still successful. Right-hand's precious little Diamond.
Lefty looks at them across the bar, and thinks to himself. "Right-hand got a good one." He sees their chemistry and thinks they're crazy for how they deal with each other. No titles, no handcuffs, no fights, all the problems in the world, and they just keep it moving. He wonders how they manage, even though Right-hand always leaves her for periods at a time. Lefty doesn't see how they balance each other out. He does not see that she's the opposite of Lefty himself. She's what Lefty is not, Left and Right-hand move to the same beat. They function as one, they never resist the other. They are alike with one key difference, Right-hand has a stronger will and thinks in terms of a big picture. Lefty just thinks in terms of the city, he's fit for the city and the city only, which is why he never left. Diamond exposed Right-hand to much more and challenges him. Makes him better...
Right-hand and Lefty are one of the same kind but, Right-hand is diverse while Lefty has one train of thought. This is why they both couldn't turn the same way; Lefty's mind would not let him and Right-hand would not challenge him...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Prelude to My Masterpiece
The word Hood was formed from the word Good but the "G" was replaced with the "H" from Hell...
The inner-city aka the hood aka the Ghetto...
Black America
Full of all sorts of characters just looking to survive
All playing roles in a grand scheme, but with the same complex
Let's call it the "Inner" complex
This complex if full of duality, subplots, good vs. evil, & good/evil
But it all comes from the same state of mind
We got the....
Old Married Couple:
They so into each other they just let things BE
Nothing's more beautiful to them than love... It's priceless
Symbolic of Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters"
They have kids and they kids can be...
The Female:
The Inner Complex has a multitude of women
The Single Black Woman... single due to her sense of pride or bitterness
She may have been scorned or burned from pasr relationships
Or she might just be too independent for a man to accept
She'll love you like you love yourself, But misogyny is not her concept
She may or may not have kids, and they'll be her pride and joy
Then there's the trifling version of her...
The Selfish Naive Single Woman
She's the definition of "Trick or Treat", cause with her...
You either tricking, or she's your treat...
And it just so seems that's she interested in the Dope Boy
He's the hustler, drug dealer, and maybe a G
Or least he affiliated with 'em
It is he who brings the most pain into the inner-city aside from his Providers
He has assembled or is part of a narcotics team
They distribute coke, crack, weed and E
You can have whatever you like,
And these be the ones addicted to the limelight
It's kinda ironic, considering he 'sposed to stay outta sight
Outta sight? you out ya mind
Night is his time to shine
Clubs, pictures, bottles and wannabe model
The life of a local celebrity
And he might be charismatic, full of charm and grace
Grin and smile while he doin' harm in your face
He transport drugs @ will
Shootin slugs that kill, and if he ain't shootin,
He gotta someone that will, and he'll pay the bill
Outsiders looking in, "That nigga's ill". A social ill
Then there's the Urban Athlete:
He's a local celebrity too, and he more than likely he got ties to the dope boy
or he's what the Dope-boy used to be...
He inspires to be the next LeBron or LT
Driven by his father or lack thereof as he can be the son of the Single Black Woman.
His life can be reflective of both Heaven and Hell
He's in the limelight all day, and strangers always got something to say
People seek to exploit him and Many Seek to get at him
You never know their intentions are, They're just wishing upon a star...
The athlete may like the aforementioned trifling female, but he really wants Ole Faithful:
The female that stands there through thick and thin, despite all the random night he never check-in
She rides for her man, there ain't a dishonest bone in her body
More than likely she's been through it all in relationships, and she prolly used to be a tomboy
She wants to be her own woman, independent, but she can either be destroyed by a man or turned off to men altogether.
She can be the Girl that Like Girls:
Conflicted interest derived due to the mistreatment of men, either from within the family or failed relations
The mistreatment from within could be abuse or molestation done by the sick perverts that lurk through the inner-city
They prey on the young and innocent, they have insecurities or drug addiction or both.
They're are sick, the ones that just are not respected in the inner-city. Imposing their will on innocent little girls.
And there perverts that don't get the same attention, but they do the same but on a different scale.,,
They manipulate the teenage girls and impose their will on them until she either resists or is broken,
A simple choice of words could bruise his ego, but most of the time this pervert would indulge in relation with younger girls for the same reasons as the other pervert.
He is also accompanied by the Young But Old Teen, who seeks this pervert.
She's sexually advanced or just intrigued by older dudes who can Do for her. She's young and her future is a toss up
She don't like listening to people or she just misunderstood...Maybe she could relate to the "Faggy":
The gay male in the inner-city that females love and niggaz hate(or so they say)
He just doesn't wanna be tough, He preers to be flamboyant of "one of the girls"
Neighborhood renegade and showoff, King of credit fraud
Which leads to the boys in Blue
Yeah, The Boys in Blue do:
The authority
The Law
5-0
Some of them be that bullshit because they are apart of narcotics teams as well
He makes side profits figuring he can't stop the crime so join it...
He abuses his authority and just as dirty as the shadiest character around.
Claim he a good guy, but just a mirror of the dope boy who does good on occasion
And Homocide... The Detectives:
Manipulators at it's finest
they use people just to erase cases off the board
Nevermind that while erasing one case they create another
They portray people as snitches in a place where snitching is forbidden
They create bogus charges knowing their targets are amongst the most uneducated in the world
They can care less about who died and why, they function by any means necessary
They know who the bad guys are, cause they grew up watchin each and every one
Yet they wait 'til they have to do something to react, which means when that board downtowns needs a face beside it to make it go away
They figure that most of the people here are bad, and it doesn't matter what crime he is convicted of cause he was going to jail anyway..................... They run narcotics teams too, all kingpin drug dealers are also killers and the none of 'em ever white?
Sound funny? I know
The Boys in Blue work for what I call Mr. MIA:
He got pull in America, both corporate and Streets
He's the provider of the Dope-Boys materials; drugs and guns alike
Though he's never seen
MIA
He can afford to make frequent trips to South Beach
MIA
Big house, lavish life, model for a wife. American Principles was written for him (check the blogs)
He used his social drug of cocaine and chopped up up to give birth to Crackheads aka Aunties and Uncs:
Crackheads are like necessary evils in the inner-city
They work hard and clean for cheap, kinda like immigrants in America on a bigger scale.
They're also like encyclopedias, they can tell the history of their neighborhood
They know every single thing that has occurred, but they addicted to the 1st high
They'll chase it 'til they die. They used to be everything good and are now the result of everything gone bad...
The inner-city has mainstay institutions too:
Overcrowded schools
Liquor stores and carry-outs owned by Koreans
and the Penitentiary where our young men finally meet other people from different walks of life...
Despite the bad we still have the occasional success, I call it Beautiful:
Beautiful is the young one with their head on straight, they made it out and gave back
Male or female, they defied the odds, and made It happen...They become artists, CEOs, Lawyers, Doctors, Entrepreneurs, etc.
The sun shines bright on them, but for each one it's a million other inner city characters that develop to Content:
The in between Beautiful and the Bad
And can consists of the reformed Dope-Boy who just wants to see his kids make it
And the murderer who's chasing serenity in helping kids develop into something to make up for the dreams he stole.
Or the woman, who finally found herself after realizing she doesn't need a man to make her whole
And the elderly who done lived through this all and cherishing their last days on the earth
They sit back and watch..While people always die, old and young. Another life enters this world and is born into the complex in which every plays a role and a part. Some people consume more than one or two...
The inner-city aka the hood aka the Ghetto...
Black America
Full of all sorts of characters just looking to survive
All playing roles in a grand scheme, but with the same complex
Let's call it the "Inner" complex
This complex if full of duality, subplots, good vs. evil, & good/evil
But it all comes from the same state of mind
We got the....
Old Married Couple:
They so into each other they just let things BE
Nothing's more beautiful to them than love... It's priceless
Symbolic of Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters"
They have kids and they kids can be...
The Female:
The Inner Complex has a multitude of women
The Single Black Woman... single due to her sense of pride or bitterness
She may have been scorned or burned from pasr relationships
Or she might just be too independent for a man to accept
She'll love you like you love yourself, But misogyny is not her concept
She may or may not have kids, and they'll be her pride and joy
Then there's the trifling version of her...
The Selfish Naive Single Woman
She's the definition of "Trick or Treat", cause with her...
You either tricking, or she's your treat...
And it just so seems that's she interested in the Dope Boy
He's the hustler, drug dealer, and maybe a G
Or least he affiliated with 'em
It is he who brings the most pain into the inner-city aside from his Providers
He has assembled or is part of a narcotics team
They distribute coke, crack, weed and E
You can have whatever you like,
And these be the ones addicted to the limelight
It's kinda ironic, considering he 'sposed to stay outta sight
Outta sight? you out ya mind
Night is his time to shine
Clubs, pictures, bottles and wannabe model
The life of a local celebrity
And he might be charismatic, full of charm and grace
Grin and smile while he doin' harm in your face
He transport drugs @ will
Shootin slugs that kill, and if he ain't shootin,
He gotta someone that will, and he'll pay the bill
Outsiders looking in, "That nigga's ill". A social ill
Then there's the Urban Athlete:
He's a local celebrity too, and he more than likely he got ties to the dope boy
or he's what the Dope-boy used to be...
He inspires to be the next LeBron or LT
Driven by his father or lack thereof as he can be the son of the Single Black Woman.
His life can be reflective of both Heaven and Hell
He's in the limelight all day, and strangers always got something to say
People seek to exploit him and Many Seek to get at him
You never know their intentions are, They're just wishing upon a star...
The athlete may like the aforementioned trifling female, but he really wants Ole Faithful:
The female that stands there through thick and thin, despite all the random night he never check-in
She rides for her man, there ain't a dishonest bone in her body
More than likely she's been through it all in relationships, and she prolly used to be a tomboy
She wants to be her own woman, independent, but she can either be destroyed by a man or turned off to men altogether.
She can be the Girl that Like Girls:
Conflicted interest derived due to the mistreatment of men, either from within the family or failed relations
The mistreatment from within could be abuse or molestation done by the sick perverts that lurk through the inner-city
They prey on the young and innocent, they have insecurities or drug addiction or both.
They're are sick, the ones that just are not respected in the inner-city. Imposing their will on innocent little girls.
And there perverts that don't get the same attention, but they do the same but on a different scale.,,
They manipulate the teenage girls and impose their will on them until she either resists or is broken,
A simple choice of words could bruise his ego, but most of the time this pervert would indulge in relation with younger girls for the same reasons as the other pervert.
He is also accompanied by the Young But Old Teen, who seeks this pervert.
She's sexually advanced or just intrigued by older dudes who can Do for her. She's young and her future is a toss up
She don't like listening to people or she just misunderstood...Maybe she could relate to the "Faggy":
The gay male in the inner-city that females love and niggaz hate(or so they say)
He just doesn't wanna be tough, He preers to be flamboyant of "one of the girls"
Neighborhood renegade and showoff, King of credit fraud
Which leads to the boys in Blue
Yeah, The Boys in Blue do:
The authority
The Law
5-0
Some of them be that bullshit because they are apart of narcotics teams as well
He makes side profits figuring he can't stop the crime so join it...
He abuses his authority and just as dirty as the shadiest character around.
Claim he a good guy, but just a mirror of the dope boy who does good on occasion
And Homocide... The Detectives:
Manipulators at it's finest
they use people just to erase cases off the board
Nevermind that while erasing one case they create another
They portray people as snitches in a place where snitching is forbidden
They create bogus charges knowing their targets are amongst the most uneducated in the world
They can care less about who died and why, they function by any means necessary
They know who the bad guys are, cause they grew up watchin each and every one
Yet they wait 'til they have to do something to react, which means when that board downtowns needs a face beside it to make it go away
They figure that most of the people here are bad, and it doesn't matter what crime he is convicted of cause he was going to jail anyway..................... They run narcotics teams too, all kingpin drug dealers are also killers and the none of 'em ever white?
Sound funny? I know
The Boys in Blue work for what I call Mr. MIA:
He got pull in America, both corporate and Streets
He's the provider of the Dope-Boys materials; drugs and guns alike
Though he's never seen
MIA
He can afford to make frequent trips to South Beach
MIA
Big house, lavish life, model for a wife. American Principles was written for him (check the blogs)
He used his social drug of cocaine and chopped up up to give birth to Crackheads aka Aunties and Uncs:
Crackheads are like necessary evils in the inner-city
They work hard and clean for cheap, kinda like immigrants in America on a bigger scale.
They're also like encyclopedias, they can tell the history of their neighborhood
They know every single thing that has occurred, but they addicted to the 1st high
They'll chase it 'til they die. They used to be everything good and are now the result of everything gone bad...
The inner-city has mainstay institutions too:
Overcrowded schools
Liquor stores and carry-outs owned by Koreans
and the Penitentiary where our young men finally meet other people from different walks of life...
Despite the bad we still have the occasional success, I call it Beautiful:
Beautiful is the young one with their head on straight, they made it out and gave back
Male or female, they defied the odds, and made It happen...They become artists, CEOs, Lawyers, Doctors, Entrepreneurs, etc.
The sun shines bright on them, but for each one it's a million other inner city characters that develop to Content:
The in between Beautiful and the Bad
And can consists of the reformed Dope-Boy who just wants to see his kids make it
And the murderer who's chasing serenity in helping kids develop into something to make up for the dreams he stole.
Or the woman, who finally found herself after realizing she doesn't need a man to make her whole
And the elderly who done lived through this all and cherishing their last days on the earth
They sit back and watch..While people always die, old and young. Another life enters this world and is born into the complex in which every plays a role and a part. Some people consume more than one or two...
Monday, February 9, 2009
It's a Fork In the Road & They Can't Drive the Same Way
Meet Lefty & Right-hand
They're best friends
Lefty grew up only to LEFT back in the city streets after HS
Right-hand is living quite alRIGHT, he's went to college & doing all the RIGHT things
Lefty's a good dude, heart of gold just like Right-hand & it's a lot in RIght-hand that ain't RIGHT. The roles can easily be reversed. Regardless of circumstances, Right-hand. Lefty are like Yin and Yang. At the end of the day, they just see each other as one of the same kind...
Lefty and Right-hand are chilling (a rare occasion these days). Drinking, smoking, and just talking. Lefty pulls out a shopping bag and looks at Right-Hand, "I need you to ride wit me." Right-hand just nods. He pulls out a black hoody, sweatpants, and football gloves.The Uniform. They walk to the car, Right-hand still has his drink in hand, no too sure of what's really going on wit Lefty. He forgot what he left behind when he turned right. The drive around the city, Lefty lays out tonight's plans:
"Yeah son, take a look at this, gotta silencer and all..... These niggas been runnin' they mouf too much. They bout to fuck all kind of shit up. Ya feel me? When we pull up follow my lead, It's usually two or three niggas. you know how dat be. U 'memba Dum Dum and dem?... Yeah, I know they ain't strapped, I been watchin dem niggas. You fuck with this joint? I got da' banana clip for this joint. But I ain't gon' need that tonight... U gon' finish your cup?"
Right-hand just sits there nodding his head the whole time."So Dum Dum and dem huh?"
They pull up behind an apartment building complex, right around the corner from Dum Dum's car. Lights off, Right-hand takes his cup to the head. They pull out ski-masks, load and cock their weapons. Lefty gotta .45 and Right-hand a 380, his favorite. They check the safety locks on their weapons making sure there ain't no trigger jams. They sit there in dark and silence, looking around to make sure nobody noticed them. Lefty know this spot is perfect, he's practiced several times in the last week. His car tonight, a car from the local junkyard, stolen out of town tags. After another hour or so, Lefty nudges Right-hand, "C'mon son, there they go."
Lefty and Right-hand get out of the car as Dum Dum walks towards his car. They jog softly towards Dum Dum and his confidante. Too late Dum Dum, Lefty just let one off in his head, and Right-hand follows up at the confidante, but Lefty is quicker and the Confidante catches two. Turn and Run; they jump in the car and pull off.
Right-hand's eyes are bloodshot red and Lefty looks content. "You aight?" Lefty asks. Right-hand nods and reclines his seat after he removes his ski-mask. "Thanx son, you still trynna go out?" Right-hand, laying back in the seat,"Yeah, take me around some bitches." The duo, rides to the back alley of a city project, where they remove their shoes, sweatshirts, gloves, ski masks, and sweatpants. They throw them in the trash, and proceed home in gym shorts to shower and go out. Right-hand knows what kind of life he left behind; but in his eyes Lefty deserves to be right too. So he does whatever he can do...
They're best friends
Lefty grew up only to LEFT back in the city streets after HS
Right-hand is living quite alRIGHT, he's went to college & doing all the RIGHT things
Lefty's a good dude, heart of gold just like Right-hand & it's a lot in RIght-hand that ain't RIGHT. The roles can easily be reversed. Regardless of circumstances, Right-hand. Lefty are like Yin and Yang. At the end of the day, they just see each other as one of the same kind...
Lefty and Right-hand are chilling (a rare occasion these days). Drinking, smoking, and just talking. Lefty pulls out a shopping bag and looks at Right-Hand, "I need you to ride wit me." Right-hand just nods. He pulls out a black hoody, sweatpants, and football gloves.The Uniform. They walk to the car, Right-hand still has his drink in hand, no too sure of what's really going on wit Lefty. He forgot what he left behind when he turned right. The drive around the city, Lefty lays out tonight's plans:
"Yeah son, take a look at this, gotta silencer and all..... These niggas been runnin' they mouf too much. They bout to fuck all kind of shit up. Ya feel me? When we pull up follow my lead, It's usually two or three niggas. you know how dat be. U 'memba Dum Dum and dem?... Yeah, I know they ain't strapped, I been watchin dem niggas. You fuck with this joint? I got da' banana clip for this joint. But I ain't gon' need that tonight... U gon' finish your cup?"
Right-hand just sits there nodding his head the whole time."So Dum Dum and dem huh?"
They pull up behind an apartment building complex, right around the corner from Dum Dum's car. Lights off, Right-hand takes his cup to the head. They pull out ski-masks, load and cock their weapons. Lefty gotta .45 and Right-hand a 380, his favorite. They check the safety locks on their weapons making sure there ain't no trigger jams. They sit there in dark and silence, looking around to make sure nobody noticed them. Lefty know this spot is perfect, he's practiced several times in the last week. His car tonight, a car from the local junkyard, stolen out of town tags. After another hour or so, Lefty nudges Right-hand, "C'mon son, there they go."
Lefty and Right-hand get out of the car as Dum Dum walks towards his car. They jog softly towards Dum Dum and his confidante. Too late Dum Dum, Lefty just let one off in his head, and Right-hand follows up at the confidante, but Lefty is quicker and the Confidante catches two. Turn and Run; they jump in the car and pull off.
Right-hand's eyes are bloodshot red and Lefty looks content. "You aight?" Lefty asks. Right-hand nods and reclines his seat after he removes his ski-mask. "Thanx son, you still trynna go out?" Right-hand, laying back in the seat,"Yeah, take me around some bitches." The duo, rides to the back alley of a city project, where they remove their shoes, sweatshirts, gloves, ski masks, and sweatpants. They throw them in the trash, and proceed home in gym shorts to shower and go out. Right-hand knows what kind of life he left behind; but in his eyes Lefty deserves to be right too. So he does whatever he can do...
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Four Seasons
The other day I let something go. "It" called me a few days ago, but yet again i was without words. I wonder why I am so non-chalant? " I guess the season has changed" stealing a page from "their" book. I'm in a new season and I know it ain't gonna be no Summer like the one I just had, even though it ended with a storm. I can't wait to see what the Fall has in store for me..........................................................
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Two Ends of the Spectrum
I'm on my computer watching basketball, then I get a message from my li'l brova. I love him to death, that's my man. He just made my week. Then I start talking business with my man, We making big plans. Collaborations gon' be sick when we get to it; hopefully this summer. He one of the few dudes I can have an uplifting conversation with. None of that street shit or regular DC shit or drama. Just straight business, inspiration, and life. No homo, but I like talking about new things like that. We gon' do big things.
Then..that bullshit. Certain ppl hit me up with drama. It's funny, cuz I was asked did I talk to them a couple of weeks ago and the answer was no and with good reason. Drama as usual, life like walking in quicksand. On top of that, My newlywed man locked up for a domestic dispute.
What the fuck? Certain people just bearers of bad news and some just inspiration.
Then..that bullshit. Certain ppl hit me up with drama. It's funny, cuz I was asked did I talk to them a couple of weeks ago and the answer was no and with good reason. Drama as usual, life like walking in quicksand. On top of that, My newlywed man locked up for a domestic dispute.
What the fuck? Certain people just bearers of bad news and some just inspiration.
Lies of Gold
The most serene place next to heaven in the minds of most is....Music
Music, the escape to a fantasy world, really soothes any thoughts you can possibly think of...
It captivates the mind and takes you into a world unique to you, It takes to to a level where the beat in in sync with your mind body & spirit. It's even deeper than that. The music... it's innocent lies that help people deal with harsh realities or capture the moments of which they are overcome with emotions. The music, there is always a song that tells you exactly what you wanna hear. There is a song that relates to every person, moment, emotion, etc. You drown yourself into the beats, fall in love with the lyrics until you're back at peace. If you could, you would do that all day long, But no world exists where it's just you and the music. The music, it can make you feel unstoppable, like a force unknown to man...Get Rich or Die Tryin', Li'l Wayne, Pac and...ROSS aka THE BOSS can make you think bullets, missiles, a handful of your worse enemies can't do nothing with you once your gangsta anthem comes on. The message combined with beats and rhythm steal your mind for a brief moment and you are not to be FUCKED with. Then there's the song that taps into your into your super-ego. Swag? What? Snoop Dogg, Jay- Z, TI give you more than that, ypu really feeling yourself, something like the greatest pimp known to man, it's the confidence booster. You wish a MUTHAFUCKA would...Or you can mellow it out and LOVE your partner like no other, and ya'll can make love out of the world, and sex on the stars, and walk amongst clouds, and just do things that normal people don't do Thanx to Marvin, Luther. & Teddy P. It's the music, it builds the world that you wanna see, For the super freaks you get Prince, Rick James, R. Kelly to help express your wild bedroom desires. For the lady that wanna walk like the men, you Get your the Queen B. The women struggling in relationships can relate to Mary J cuz she take you through it all, and the mentally challenged relationships get down w/ Keyshia Cole who convinces that problems is what love is all about.The more sophisticated lay back and listen to Jill talk about her Long Walks. The self-conscience run to Ms. Hill or drown in Baduism, and the self-proclaimed misunderstood can relate to Kanye, and for those that like the Ye, they get high to Devin the Dude... Not to be left out you got you Outkast who love the stars, trees, and sun and jam to Maroon 5, and the rockers who rock to coldplay and Greenday, Then the Old souls that rather hear Mahilia Jackson sing about her pain, and the jazz get down to the Duke, Coltrane, and Monk. It's music, each song can take on a life of it's own. You get lost in the moment, the stories they tell you really think that they are talk to you. You feel like they know you, the musician is your inner voice and heart at the current moment. They provide the great escape. heaven on earth if there ever was such; and it's all a lie, A very beautiful and golden lie. Music will never die...
Music, the escape to a fantasy world, really soothes any thoughts you can possibly think of...
It captivates the mind and takes you into a world unique to you, It takes to to a level where the beat in in sync with your mind body & spirit. It's even deeper than that. The music... it's innocent lies that help people deal with harsh realities or capture the moments of which they are overcome with emotions. The music, there is always a song that tells you exactly what you wanna hear. There is a song that relates to every person, moment, emotion, etc. You drown yourself into the beats, fall in love with the lyrics until you're back at peace. If you could, you would do that all day long, But no world exists where it's just you and the music. The music, it can make you feel unstoppable, like a force unknown to man...Get Rich or Die Tryin', Li'l Wayne, Pac and...ROSS aka THE BOSS can make you think bullets, missiles, a handful of your worse enemies can't do nothing with you once your gangsta anthem comes on. The message combined with beats and rhythm steal your mind for a brief moment and you are not to be FUCKED with. Then there's the song that taps into your into your super-ego. Swag? What? Snoop Dogg, Jay- Z, TI give you more than that, ypu really feeling yourself, something like the greatest pimp known to man, it's the confidence booster. You wish a MUTHAFUCKA would...Or you can mellow it out and LOVE your partner like no other, and ya'll can make love out of the world, and sex on the stars, and walk amongst clouds, and just do things that normal people don't do Thanx to Marvin, Luther. & Teddy P. It's the music, it builds the world that you wanna see, For the super freaks you get Prince, Rick James, R. Kelly to help express your wild bedroom desires. For the lady that wanna walk like the men, you Get your the Queen B. The women struggling in relationships can relate to Mary J cuz she take you through it all, and the mentally challenged relationships get down w/ Keyshia Cole who convinces that problems is what love is all about.The more sophisticated lay back and listen to Jill talk about her Long Walks. The self-conscience run to Ms. Hill or drown in Baduism, and the self-proclaimed misunderstood can relate to Kanye, and for those that like the Ye, they get high to Devin the Dude... Not to be left out you got you Outkast who love the stars, trees, and sun and jam to Maroon 5, and the rockers who rock to coldplay and Greenday, Then the Old souls that rather hear Mahilia Jackson sing about her pain, and the jazz get down to the Duke, Coltrane, and Monk. It's music, each song can take on a life of it's own. You get lost in the moment, the stories they tell you really think that they are talk to you. You feel like they know you, the musician is your inner voice and heart at the current moment. They provide the great escape. heaven on earth if there ever was such; and it's all a lie, A very beautiful and golden lie. Music will never die...
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Bone VSOP
Brown, Smooth & Warm
Caresses your Soul
Sets forth Beautiful thoughts
Warning:
1+1= at least 3
May make a phone call to Earl
Raises Hell if consumed by one w/ Bad emotion
Caresses your Soul
Sets forth Beautiful thoughts
Warning:
1+1= at least 3
May make a phone call to Earl
Raises Hell if consumed by one w/ Bad emotion
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Acceptable Behavior
I never understood the whole, good loss, thing. I can't fathom celebrating losing. Ain't in my system, and I will not apologize for that. The goal when you set forth to do something is to accomplish what you have in mind. Failure and/or losing is not what you had in mind, so why accept it. I'll gladly accept the incentives of winning, but never completely accept the fact of failing. While I'm on the subject, what's success? Will my obsession with success ever be fulfilled. As long as I keep on accomplishing what was set forth in the beginning then I'll be alright. If I fail, I'm coming back harder than before. Why not go that hard in the first place? You have to enjoy the success, no stress is necessary while winning. Go hard, but cherish the moment. Fail? Take that moment for what it is, but correct that ASAP. Failure just ain't a option, plain and simple. Anger fuels motivation, just the same as success. Success= satisfaction, which creates happiness and exudes great forces into the universe. Failure= hunger for success. I WILL WIN aka SUCCEED...
Random Writing or Typing
One month..."Outta my Element" is fine...... I never felt this way mentally, that's interesting...I'm too caught up in my own world, don't got a lot time for people in this program, cool with me......People watch, people do. I DO. Watchers are like film critics. I should write a book: "The Art of Watching"....An addiction to life is so much better than my past addiction....Reading can be fun..Everyone should try losing oneself within oneself( if it make sense to you)...My fatha love this facebook thing, I'm glad. He gave me an idea. Using my passport was a milestone...Just Do It, great words Nike...Don't really miss home; most of my people support me and happy. Some, well fuck it...I'm fascinated by being great, now wonder I got bored with football, great players don't = great people. I'm built for the latter...The Lab...Can't wait to get my own apartment/house, home...I saw a real snow day for the first time in 7 seven years...
Sunday, February 1, 2009
No 9-5 for me
Brand new? Naw ... Change? Why not? It's one of the guarantees in life. I write a lot about change, and talk to people who scared of it, think they not allowed to or just accept small changes. Like they'll change what kinda music they listen to this week, or what flavor kool-aid they like. Fuck outta here? Certain mindsets lead to 9-5s at best. If you know me, you already know that ain't gonna work for me. Naw, can't do it, and I won't do it. I ain't too good for it, but I am too selfish. Selfish ain't always bad, I was given a life one. My heart doesn't beat for two. The whole non-stop clock action on my job, I like. Working even while I'm sleeping ? I like. Having money make itself? I like. Making things better for other people? I like, but at my own disposal, I am selfish. I will sacrifice a little of myself for my family and friends, but to work for a stranger and make my schedule evolve around him/her...That would be that bullshit. Just ain't in my make-up. I bounce to my own beat. He think he know everything? He think he so smart? He can't do that. He dumb as shit if he think. Ole stuck up ass nigga. blah, blah, blah. Anything else?
Adrenaline Rush
Bus tour, Museum, Buckingham Palace, London Eye, Cruise in the freezing cold, then dinner (twice), and the Absolut Ice Bar. All in one day.... Mental conditioning. I been over here for 4 weeks, just bought tickets to Paris and a concert. Going to Italy, Spain, Amsterdam, and Egypt too. I'm traveling, something I wasn't really thinking about a couple of years ago. I used to think it was beyond me, I wasn't the type. Fighting against the odds is good. It actually brings some excitement to life. My business adventure, or adventures is the same. Things that challenge the mind just oozes excitement. I basically dedicated my whole future well being to my goal to change the media industry worldwide. Most people think why me? Why NOT me? I'm going for it. I like this traveling thing, it's apart of my business too. My goals is like having a baby in the jungle. The parent gonna fight to the death for that child...I ain't dying no time soon, and the fight = EXCITING.....................................SM
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