Monday, December 21, 2009
2009 was supposed to be a good for me. Or at least that's how I planned it out in my head. But that's not quite how it all went down. Less than 2 weeks into the year and I got Laid Off of my corporate gig @ Merrill Lynch (Fuck Bank Of America) . Moved back in w/ Mom Dukes and Lil Bro after about 5 years of being on my own, huge adjustment I'm not quite sure they yet understand. I was caking for a little bit though, severance pay plus unemployment, but all that money ended up going into the new spot me and the fam moved in. Bought couches & all.
So I was thinking, fuck it I'm just gonna get my Nerd Gang on and get into this Photography/Editing shit did a few flyers for some wack ass rappers, but money is green so hey. As far as the photography thing tho, didn't quite work out for a few reasons (working solo is key, too many hands in the pot people start having visions of what they want, when they had nothing to do with the original idea. Doesn't work that way).
All this as well as various other problems, health of family members, money issues, knee issues. Living with constant daily pain in your knee isn't all that fun, whether it's just annoying nagging pain or straight up this shit fuckin hurts pain. But not everything was bad in 09 met some cool new people became closer with some friends, less close with others, shit happens. And I'm sitting here just thinking damn it all flew by well 2010 quickly approaches. So just hoping for a productive 2010. Heres to a new year & new beginnings.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
A cocky ass poem by yours truly
Dope In The Flesh
I'm so dope boy fresh, excuse me I mean dope in the flesh
And simply put it's because I'm one of the best
Keyser Soze/Verbal Kint with my word and prose I'm so excellent
Done with being humble I'm on top now
Lebron James/Jay Z can't put the Roc down
Could this be because I'm so dope boy fresh excuse me again I meant to say dope in the flesh
No venue, no practice we were done it seemed
But there's nothing in this world that could stop my team
And what's a drunk poet I can't fuck with that shit
Just the Dope boys of Poetry doing our thing that's it
So with a "2 Finger Wave" over to the "Bartender"
One last thing I need you to remember:
I am Dope in the Flesh
To put it simply just one of the best.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
He told me her code name was Isis
But he doesn't realize that he's not the first man she treated like this
The highs where unbelievable but they came with devastating lows
Isis was well versed in the ring she handed excruciating blows
But he still loved her and just quite why nobody knows
He adored the she devil from her head down to her toes
And then came the day he couldn't take it no more
Next thing he knows Isis had walked out the door
But he never had the chance to tell her how he feels
He was so ready to buy that ring and on bended knee kneel
With wounds so deep that years later they still haven't healed
But it's over now like 112's Bad Boy deal
And Isis' M.O. just keeping it real
Is playing with the hearts of men just to stomp them with her stiletto heels
Now once he told me about the girl with the code name Isis
I told him since the days of Adam and Eve there's always been girls like this
Friday, December 4, 2009
It never seems to fail, I will and have always done what ever it is that my fam has asked me to do. No matter how much I didn't want to or if I was sick, tired, or busy doing something. So why does it seem that anytime I need something and ask of them I can never get the same type of dedication to me as i have to them. Am I wrong for feeling unappreciated? Even when I have my own problems, my struggles I still put theirs ahead of mine, and I truly never ask for much. Really appreciation is always enough. I too have needs, and there have been countless times were I put what I needed to do aside to help others out. Kinda why I'm in the situation I'm in right now, but there's nothing that can be done about that. And it's so much more than just doing shit for others, I sometimes feel that I have literally lived my life to make sure others are happy and proud of me, but for what when I'm constantly shitted on? Now I love my family with all my heart but seriously I'm 27 time for me to do what's best for me, yet I feel bad for even feeling this way. Sad to say the same thing that causes me the greatest joy also causes me the greatest pain. I'm probably the most private guarded person I know and this type of blog is way out of character for me, but theres only so much a man can keep bottled up before he begins to self destruct. And in the famous words of Charlie Murphy "I can't go out like that jack!"
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
1st. They shoulda NEVER gave you NIGGAS MONEY!
2nd. Really Birdshit I mean Birdman that's what you decide to do with your money get your chrome dome tatted some ol' blood shit.
I'm a tattoo fan and owner of a few myself but this is just stupid.