Thursday, July 9, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Thursday, March 5, 2009

You aint neva that sleepy...

What is love???



I have no idea. When I think I know, I get slapped into reality. The word is thrown around like a piece of cheap clothing instead of protected and delivered like a prized possession. The word can hide a bad situation and turn it seemingly into bliss. Just because I "love you" doesn't mean we are meant to be or will ever be (yes, I love that Jazmine Sullivan song "Lions, Tigers, and Bears") A recent find: "To use the word "love" for a mere feeling is careless and cruel. Authentic love is not a feeling, but a permanent commitment of the will to the true good of the other person. In a romantic context, therefore, the words "I love you" mean "I have resolved, if you will have me, to give the rest of my life to you alone." They are properly used only as a preamble to proposing, with marriage to follow shortly, and to speak them when no such intention has been formed is to use a woman's heart as your plaything."

So why are you REALLY uttering those words?

Monday, February 23, 2009

In other words...



A response to last week's New York Post atrocity....

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Another again...

The story seems to be the same everytime and I am trying to figure out why...I have the type of personality that cause me to have a huge impact on the lives of guys I encounter and decide to take interest in. However something negative always gets thrown into the mix. I am so often misunderstood by those who choose to define me by the perceptions of others. those who enshroud my personality, the things that make me who I am, under a veil of deceit. they denounce the person I can be in favor of glorifying the image and persona exalted by peers who "know" me or by previous encounters with women. . . because we are all the same . . . all after the same thing...all inherently evil and even when I begin to allow them into my world, they doubt my intentions. So then I wonder why ask about me? Why get to know me? Why does one want me to open up? Why should I give in? Why take advantage? Why venture into the depths of my soul, skin to skin, breath to breath? you're already convinced you know who i am.....

Well, I've lived and I've learned
I've taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pourin rain
I found joy through my pain
Just wanna be happy...bein me
-Common "G.O.D Gaining One's Definition"

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Jade Ross "Gangsta" and Mark Gonzales "Letter To Our Loved Ones"- Get Down for Life & Lyrics: Get Down for Gaza

Get Down for Gaza was a pretty cool event...
"Over 300 people at capacity crowd came to Juanita's in HIghland Park to Get Down for Life and Lyrics: Get Down for Gaza. Mark Gonzales & the Human Writes Project, in conjunction with Xaris and Starr of The Blend, brought together artists, community, and beauty to raise funds for the Gazan families who are crying out in pain in need. As the seige continues, and ashes simmer with the dreams of a free Palestine, we continually build community and consciousness that no bomb can ever destroy. 100% of ALL PROCEEDS were donated to organizations with a presence on the ground in Gaza to distribute medicine and blankets."



Blood Sugar- Pay It Back

Expand your horizons....

Monday, January 19, 2009

My President is Black



My president is black in fact he’s half white
So even in a racists mind hes half right
So if you got a racists mind its alright
My president is black but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So Ima spread my wings you can meet in the sky

Monday, January 5, 2009

New Years Resolution

Okay I know I am late and it is now January 5th but i am vowing to write at least twice a week to keep my mind open and my thoughts flowing....

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Highs 2 Lows- Cise Starr and Nujabes

Individual stars float in the ocean of God
Rocking a pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars
Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars
Holding me back down to Earth to physical laws
Touching the moon, grace as I ready resumed
Comets flying through space bringing possible doom
Blocking the sun, bring a holocaust to the world
I'm talking back to Father Time, Mother Earth is my girl
I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death
Watching my step, 'cause The Devil's never one to respect
Come correct on the studio track, taking it back
To the pen and pad, I blast the original rap
Brother on the B-Boy tip, we cry more spit
I tag the charts with the graphical hits
So who you fucking with, arm leg led to arm head
Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez
I be the original son of a bitch, hurting your wrist
'Cause you spinning my shit so much the needle skipped
Flip to the rhythm and reminisce, remember the days of
'94 [Nine Four] hip-hop was a gift
Words out of her lips came straight from the heart
Never prepackaged or bought, over negative thought
Peddle to consumers, magazines, and rumors
Commercial spots turn real artists to looters
Precise rap, rock and roll, nigga lets do this
I'll float through those break beats with my maneuvers

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications
And tribulations of my life of revelations[x2]

Speaking to scorpions making my heart turn to porcelain
That used to have a steady beat now its easily broken
My coast and train of thought stopped emotions
Welling at the core of my being causing commotion
Need to release, 'cause the stress tearing me to pieces
My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases
The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this
I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this
Will he help, or do I have to do this myself?
Alone and confused, the blues burden my heath
My eyes remain closed 'cause my highs are lows
I'm feeling the blows of rain cause my pain is cold
Now who am I, a man or a pawn in life?
Living day to day, I pray am I wrong or right
Losing my mind so maybe you can help me find
The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind
Trying to sleep, "Sleep is the cousin of death,"
Said a wise man from Queensbridge, on beats he blessed
Trying to rest, instead I rest my head
On a pillow of hardships, misery is the bed
On my back, I lie, I can see the skies
Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes
And I can't move, grief won't let me think
My soul is dry; I crawl just to take a drink
I made you blink, think like a visible man
With mechanical hands trying to reach out to my fans

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications
And tribulations of my life of revelations[x2]

Yo viscosity of the hidden meaning between the words
Thicken the plot, I caught hidden rhythms and verse
I'm loading the hearse, you biting like a Dracula curse
I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth
So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose
I'm beginning to win, young man, master descend
Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin
I'm flipping the script, walking on the journey and trip
On the gurney they missed, and the fact that life is a bitch
And I'm hating this shit, losing blood, making me crip
With stakes aside, bet, and I lost the grip
Searching for bliss, with the razor over my wrist
Needing a job but the drug test's checking my piss
I'm looking through a window, we're singing immaculate concepts reborn
Peace in my core with seven swords and knight in a war
Looking to the eyes of the lord, calculating what more
Seeing the signs of heaven nevermore
The last matador riding the pale horse, losing my course
Splitting the hairs, causing divorce
Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumbled upon
Lost jewels of thought, thought to be gone
Lost forever, I sever motherfuckers with letters
Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip
From the top of the lip, make a drink, taking a sip
Then I'm gulping the shit
Falling deeper in the abyss...