Friday, November 27, 2009
Poetry in Progress gonna give you a glimpse on how it all comes together. So far this is untitled:
A man can only bare but so much on his shoulders before he begins to crumble.
Still on my feet but the load is getting heavy
Pressure bust pipes, explosion's deadly
Stuck in a whirlwind better a yet hurricane called life
But there's no damage to my levy
Built these walls around me to be impregnable
Rarely allow a chance for the outside to look within
One day in my mind will make your head spin
Once you hit rock bottom the only place left to go is up
So why does it feel that I'm still down on my luck
Straight faced, emotionless
Mind state simple: Just don't give a fuck
Never catch me slippin: Not acting careless
But when it comes to the bullshit
I could just care less
The first lines I thought up for this poem were "Once you hit rock the only place left to go is up." Followed by "A man can only bare but so much on his shoulders before he begins to crumble. Still on my feet but this load is heavy" my thought process is rarely linear sometimes I start at the end, some times the middle but rarely the beginning.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Been a big fan of Wale for some time now, Nike boots was a good song and it seems the more I listen to this guy the more I'm impressed. Well his album recently came out and I was not disappointed, from beginning to end it's a good album. My one gripe is that "Letter" was not on the album a song feat John Mayer, not sure why it didn't make it but we can't have it all. With that song on there the album would have def been a classic with cuts such as 90210, Chillin, Diaries etc etc I could name them all this album is a great listen. It's good to see that the XXL Rookie Class is doing rather well this time around. This is for sure one of my favorite albums of 09 and there have been some very good ones.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
An early poem that I wrote, with a simple illustration accompanying it. Here's the poem in regular text:
In bed I lay facing the stars.
The pain, the sorrows, and the mental scars.
I ask God why. Why lord why?
But there is no reply.
Tears run down my face.
This salty taste is too familiar, too frequent.
And as I stare into blank space.
I wonder why does it have to be this way?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I've been hearing about this project for a while, the Black Keys in conjunction with some big names in the hip hop world are releasing a project on Black Friday. Dame Dash seems to be heavily involved (apparent by the use of "Roc") as is Mos Def, Jim Jones, Q-Tip, and The RZA just to name a few. Hopefully it turns out to be a dope project, they have a video out for Hoochie Coo a song I heard a few months back and I was diggin it, cool video. Peep it below. This is probably different than what some folk are used to, open up sonically and enjoy.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
The above photo is another pic from the Suicide Girls with very slight editing by me with a quote sayin, "In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary." This quote couldn't be more true to some the most mundane actions are extraordinary feats for another. The simplest things should never be taken for granted as they will be the things that are most missed once they're gone.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A poem in the works being written by yours truly:
Born and raised between Northern Liberties and The Badlands
The streets were rough so I had no liberties
Parents raised me well so i wouldn't be a bad man
Still every weekend you can catch me down in the Badlands
Never forget where you from
Cause once you turn your back on 'em your done
But you won't really catch me in Northern Liberties no more
It's kinda bourgie now
Nothing how it was when I was around
It's quieter now not the same gun clap and siren sounds
Being from there you would have thought we all were
Penitentiary bound, but I made it in the world with never
Hearing the "lights out" jail sounds.
See I'm not braggin or boastin
Just not a statistic, so I realize there's still hope in...
Hope in the fact that you don't have to rap or play sports
Or fall back on drug dealin as a last resort
But cross my family and you won't get a chance to retort
You see I'm just in a Philly State of Mind better yet
This is my Philadelphia Demeanor
But a better Philly is still what I dream for...