No reason to tell the truth in this world, but I do it.
No reason for me to really try to help you, but yet.. I do.
No reason for me to take anything seriously, but yet.. I do.
No reason to let you affect me, but yet.. You do.
No reason to sit still and think I can't because when I was a kid and thought i could, I did. No doubts then, what's changed?
No reason for me to think there's a God, but I know there is.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Boss Dogg Shit
Alotta people talk that alone talk, but don't really live it. Every second you looking for approval is a second you scared of your own way.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I'm always
going through changes. Changes that change themselves right back, kinda like a reflecting mirror. The distored image is just boring to me now and the shell of personality just wants much more experiance.. Aside from love distraction and the emotional rollercoaster of being "Home". A sight to see isn't that so farfetched. One day is the most awesome day ever where all of my dreams are met (except financial lol) and the next is just existing. Hmm.. How too, kill all of this time? Is it that YOU are waiting on I? Or am I waiting on thy.. chance.. opportunity.... stage... stages.... who knows where the castles grow or where the grass begins. I singe, and cringe at defeat. Feeling like a child or nursed drugbeat. I really mean drugbeat, sober is what eats me! eh. Beats me, beat me, I beat the suicide... Haven't been having those thoughts... got my ged... ha, one goal i've knocked off the list. (College next) A job? maybe after this weeks trip to atl and cali, but who will hire young fire? It felt like at my last low paying job that i had to play a roll and suck up to the boss. Like play like i had no ambition, once they found out i did music it was all over with.. Wonder why? Do I not have hunger? But oh I forgot this is childs play... Just ina grown up way. Fuck love. Fuck Hanna, I was being faithful to you bitch. Got niggas telling you y'all getting married, fuck outta here and away from me with your lies. Stupid bitch. I'm not even mad, it's just like.. Why lie to me. Ya'digg. You wanna go, go. I'll breathe okay still. Leading me on is what pinches me though. So that's why it's been like fuck you, bitch. Fuck I need to be nice for. I guess replacing me as a father would be the smart thing to do. Seems like these people are just waiting on my next move, friends waiting and kicking at my death clock, rap fucking sucks, i hate rap, i hate imagery, i hate megalomaniacs. I'll do rock music. So i can just be what the fuck i wanna be, and thats me. Fuck clicks, groups and all that other bullshit. Life sucks yo, you gotta brand people in this rap shit. Fuck that, i don't want slaves, i just want you to be free. Rap is ridicolous or maybe i'm just an over sensitive jealous zealot prude who has no fun. Yeah, I have no fun.. Ever. Not anywhere, not nowhere. Performings prolly the only thing, but i'm not even doing the music I really wanna be doing. Sucks being broke becuase equipment is expensive, ahh. Who cares? Nobody, but me anyway. Seems like. ah, what am i saying.. Everythings colorful and beautiful, Forgot I had to keep it that way.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Sometimes
I look at life and just don’t know how to bring God in the situation, conversation. I mean everythings hear say and word of mouth can take you far.. good or bad. Lifes crazy. So many mothafuckas, so many different types of people. Just looking at this shit everyday is a trip. Knowing at any moment the experiance could be taken away from you is the push. Well, my push. Man, on the real.. fuck everything. Fuck jobs that pay minimum wage. Why waste your time on that shit? Fuck it. Well, being serious about it i mean, get the paycheck, but thats it. Fuck the job, shit shouldn’t be your all. Your all should be given in love, in creativity, in dreams, in what you wanna be. Make yourself in this shit hole. We all got ups n downs, downfalls, darksides, ugly past we hate to look at.. or think about. Fuck it all man. Alotta shit is just imaginary stress anyway, it’s all in your head. Don’t worry, no worries. Lifes been tryna take away my greatest form for too long, but fuck that! I fight everyday. For myself and what I am. Fuck if i’m “there” yet. I’ma musician, i think i’ve finally come to grips with it. Popularity does not mean the shits dope. My shits dope now and will be dope then. Trust, i don’t fuck around.. I got music. Mayne
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
I actually wrote this last night.
sitting in the whip listening to incubus thinking about where i’m at and everything thats going on. All in all, it’s alotta bullshit, but i just wanna shine.. really shine. Change my life. All that shit. I’m fucked up becuase I know I can do it.. Like I know I can. Fuck who don’t believe and all distractions. I just wanna pay attention to who loves me, like really loves me. And love them back. I’m gonna do this shit. I just made a pact with myself too. It’s not a game anymore. I’m getting older and this is what the fuck I wanna do so NOBODY can tell me I can’t.. Or get me to believe that bullshit. This grind hardens you… but a warrior takes punches with a smile.. Washes off dirt with a bath… And heals the pain with love. I am a warrior. I am my own son. I am everything I think i am. And you can’t stop me, opposition.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The True Value.
Few cuts from the band i'm joining. We're gonna be working on an album pretty soon. Ahhlll legit shit.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. And I soarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I fly
I soar
This I adore
And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater
I’d rather be alone
You’re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feather
You’d fly
You’d soar
But then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater
I’d rather be on my own
You’re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feathers
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