I Will Spank Your Kids

Realest Sh*t I Ever Wrote

2006-11-23T09:27:00.000-05:00

100th Post
"I aint aim for a number/I just came in the winter and blazed through the summer tryin to stake my claim..."

My voice, my name-changed and developed through this here beautiful blog experience. Better than boot camp or any scholastic course; I got busy while Spanking Your Kids. Entries ranged from current events to history, comedy, politics, the arts and my personal journey. I started as a bored intern in the Time Inc. system and dove into the blogosphere blind and ambitious. A few posts (100) and many months later (10) I got a resume that breezes through many of the top mags in NYC and a portfolio that kicks ass (check brandon in the blogosphere). In 2006, I dropped the street mixtape "Prince of the Plains" that has circulated throughout New York to Chicago, Washington D.C., Philadelphia and Los Angeles (check chapel in the blogosphere). I've been in love (punk), built relationships and ethered others. Two-stepping to the tune of Myspace, I smashed a few goals and fell way short and flat on others. Months ago, I got hired full-time at everyone's favorite magazine; the dopest rap mag in the world. Hip-Hop on a higher level beeeaaaiiitch! If you don't know you should be stoned. Reminiscing on numerous intellectual rants, I realized that my boss was the 1st to ever really blog in his editorial. Wow! Basically, I been there-done that like a Dre Aftermath album (good amount of chronic/haze/piff was blown in '06 also) and it's only just begun... Sheeeiiiit, as I leave you I know I got work to do. My blog hand was grown weak from idle masturbation (Xbox & Colt 45) and I've fallen off (been struggling for my 2nd wind). No vacations or sick days, it's time to "take it to the next level" as the big homie Chap says. Inspiration is needed as sadly bid you ado. On a holiday at that! Today I plan on stuffing my face with turkey, cranberries, collards, sweet potatoes, macaroni, pies, ice cream....chill, I feel the itis coming; getting twisted just enough to maintain as the designated driver and soaking it up with the fam. I got a stack of magazines to study. Got EIC's to impress, son! My words gotta flow and my rep's gotta grow. I'm the best in this bitch, it's just that not too many folks really know it, or even care...yet. But it soon come my yute, it soon come. I laced ya'll with minimal spell checks, crazy stories and top ten lists. Finally, let me get off my own d*ck and bless ya'll wit' the lyrical gift. On Hov's return and as Kingdom Came, I retire.

Can I go in? Go in god, go in.

First off, I'm boycotting Seinfeld. Yeah I know, it's hard. Wu-Tang Clan, Ben and Jerry's, New Era fitteds, Kung Fu flicks, Nike Dunks and George, Elaine, Jerry and...Kramer the Bigot. I'm telling you, everybody got a little prejudice in 'em and dude was prolly high as all hell but nooooooooooooooo. You fucked up dude. They went easy on him at the laugh factory and he performed the next night without apology. Jerry coaxed him into the bullshit ass apology on Letterman to help sell holiday dvds and now there's a clip of him in black face from back in the day that's surfaced... I would've threw my drink at him, then waited in the parking lot. What happened to the mandatory ass whoopin'? No more Seinfeld for me, I'm done.

What happened Jay? I've been listening to Kingdom Come, a track a day for like the last month. "Show Me What You Got" cool party record, "Kingdom Come" cool concept record, "Lost Ones" cool emotional record. But it aint been the same Jay for a minute... Too much hype? Too much eye-opening experience on the world trek? Too much money (never)? Or has the King of this rap shit, who fathered everyone's style, (rap and beyond) exhausted his mojo? Black Album was the perfect ending to a superb run of amazingly successful albums, (8 albums-8 consecutive years-30+ million sold) beefs, verses, songs and entrepeneurship. But I guess, it's kind of obvious that...Roc-A-Fella, has always really been about Jay. No? Yes. No matter how much he sells, the legacy is tarnished; a la MJ/Washington. The album gets an L, like Vol.1 and Blueprint 2. The Roc breakup- sad/unfortunate but real industry business. Jay lyrics...ugh-decent. Diplomat beef drama, not sure if the big homey can keep up... I'm proud of dude for using his powerful position to become a humanitarian and show some concern for the rest of the world- Africa Water for life. And...That's it. I'm ready to split.

What more can I say...

Chap

p.s.

isolation/uncertainty is never bad- fearlessness is necessary- have your own opinion on music/life

don't talk about it, be about it- have not faith in man/woman- don't be surprised by shit/there's nothing new under the sun.......

God is love

Optimistic/Realistic Fan

2006-11-18T01:43:00.000-05:00

*Disclaimer; Some may know that I am a really big Football and Basketball fan, even though it is not reflected in the majority of my posts. Without further ado, my journey with the New York Knicks continues...

The Knicks have a two game win streak, are 3-3 on the road and I'm happy. Unfortunately I missed the game where New York's bench scorched the Washington Wizards and broke away by twenty points. Last night the Knicks played the NBA defending champions, Miami Heat (Shaq injured) and just ran all over 'em. M.I.Ayo wasn't prepared for good defense and a 50% field goal percentage (don't quote me) from New York. My Knicks actually played smart, were hungry, patient and aggressive. They dominated Pat Riley and the lukewarm Heat. I was standing on the couch, hype and proud to finally see my team perform exceptionally well against a contender. I'm starting to like the young squad, they rubbin' off and I'm hoping that the former Starbury and ex-Franchise can contribute in some form of leadership and vet experience. For ya'll that don't know, I'll list the New York Knick's '06-'07 roster under coach Isaiah Thomas. The best is still ahead..

32 Renaldo Balkman F South Carolina
26 Kelvin Cato C Iowa State
25 Mardy Collins G Temple
11 Jamal Crawford G Michigan
34 Eddy Curry C Thornwood HS (IL)
1 Steve Francis G Maryland
7 Channing Frye F Arizona
13 Jerome James C Florida A&M
20 Jared Jeffries F Indiana
42 David Lee F Florida
3 Stephon Marbury G Georgia Tech
23 Quentin Richardson F-G DePaul
4 Nate Robinson G Washington
31 Malik Rose F Drexel

NY Soapbox

2006-11-02T10:54:00.000-05:00

The New York Knicks are pathetic. Let me make this clear; the only reason I can speak like this or go in on the following post is because I'm a die hard Knicks fan. I aint like Rainman or nothing; quoting stats, knowing every Knicks player in history and the win/loss column for the past 30 seasons. Nah, I'm just a fan, been one for a good 15 years now and with that said, I'm always on the edge. My beloved Knickerbockers; once the most respected, are now an expensive laughing stock, in the red. [This post may lack focus and just be a huge ramble—but fuck it] I need to get this out of my system; loving the Knicks is being one step away from a heart attack every game. Maybe that's how New Yorkers are or maybe it's just me, but the Knicks have and always will drive me crazy. We're owed a championship. Patrick should have brought us a ring on two occasions. My city has been jipped, jerked and is constantly left feeling stressed out. It all stems from ownership and management. You can't blame the coaches or even the players. [Of course you can, 1st game of the season and everyone is fat and hung over, good job on honor and preparation] No one knows what the hell they're doing. We're stupid with money, 50/50 with draft picks, trades and signing free agents. That being said, at this point we don't deserve shit. We need to hire some old basketball genius who sits on the computer all day analyzing the game/industry, scouting talent and strategy or some child prodigy/wizard to call the shots for us because obviously what we're doing is not working.

Maybe Isiah can relate to the players; him being a cool brother from the streets, snazzy dresser and NBA Hall of famer, but I doubt he's all that good of a coach. Not saying he's bad, but from what I've seen, not all that [we'll give him a chance and adequate time]. David Lee did his thing last night. I'm actually very impressed by him. Ed Curry stepped up and finally showed something. The gaurds did pretty good... -sigh- Everytime I see Stephon Marbury, I just get a little depressed. Wtf happened? Him and AI were the young assasins and he just seems like a shell of his former self- BE THE LEADER. It's too late for me to criticize the roster but damn... Where in the world is our composure? We're up by 19 in the 4th and fall apart, like always! Dammit! This is how we start off the season? Three overtimes! We couldn't put the Grizzilies out of their misery and they didn't even have their star player (Gasol) and Mighty Mouse (Stoudemire) was hurt. I flip to ESPN and check the Wizards vs. Cavs game— we're so far from even competing with them. Playoffs??? Playoffs????! Why all the stupid fouls, like 100 offensive fouls. Why all the stupid/half assed, quick draw shots? Where is the ball movement, executed plays, team unity and position? Why all the turnovers fellas? 3 technical fouls? I hope you are all embarrassed. We gotta do better. And the refs weren't all that... when are they ever on point? But you can't blame them for shitty gameplay, rule #1. I had like three heart attacks last night. I refused to watch last season. And last night I realized why. The Knicks are my team. I will stick with them. But if I end up in my grave early, you'll know why.

Sorry, I'm a Champion

2006-10-27T10:23:00.000-04:00

Mood; Chillin Music: Kurupt, Streets iz a mutha, hoes a housewife Morning Madness Methodical Manic Making Moves

Damn it's been a minute...
They like, man— "B frontin, he neglectful, now he on some high holy church tip, now he flippin Coldplay verses and shit"
Nah dunny, Lord knows I'm a diverse and eclectic individual, never question my hood cred or gangsta
nothing 'licous ova here kid.
But on the reals—shit is fast paced lately, living and learning, running and ripping, laughing and crying
Myspace has officially snatched my attention and I'm just about through
I feel like my reign over here is coming to a close and the kids are growing up
Can't really spank forever
But until then I'ma have some fun...

Damn—what did we miss?

Jay-Z officially returning to the rap game as an artist. I've heard three songs and an interview: Lost Ones, Kingdom Come, Show me what you got
I like all three
The thing about Shawn Carter is; he's so dope, has set so many trends and made classic songs and albums that you can only compare him... to him.
Reasonable Doubt vs. Vol 2 vs. Blueprint vs. Black album, shit like that. You compare the storytelling to the flows to the punchlines to the attitude to the production, basically. I'm looking forward to his album. It's good for Hip-Hop. We need event albums and soulful music. Let's hope the big homey can come through.

After owing staff and writers millions, having a regime change and filing for bankruptcy earlier this year, The Source loses a court judgement and is ordered to pay (alongside Benzino and Dave Mays) 14.5 million to Kim Osario for sexual harrassment and wrongful termination. I don't know this chic or Dave or Zino, I've heard bad about all of them 2nd hand. Shit. As long as they pay me what they owe. That's that.

Can I stack my cheddar please? Can I get that savings account correct, CD's poppin, checking account efficient, trust funds and stocks flowing, while all the while staying on top of monthly bills and debt..
Oh yes we prepping for '07! I aint playing, even if it's tomato soup and grilled cheese we gonna take it to the top baby. Next stop-> dope spot (apartment for all you manic hustlers)

The Job is cool- staff is cool- money is aiight- paying dues and staying on my toes, learning and making myself useful. I love what I do and I feel important and respected, even at the ground level of the totem pole. Before you know it, i'll be looking down and laughing- uncontrollably, hopefully i'll have a safe or two by then.

Oh yea, I saw The Last King of Scotland last weekend wit my man Forest Whitaker- he did his thing. You know i'm maad militant when it comes to movies, media, history, government—just everything. It's all one huge conspiracy dammit! But the movie was cool, worth paying your duckets for..

I gotta get back to the task at hand
I holla

Lost Ones...

2006-10-27T10:19:00.000-04:00

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

coldplay/fix you

Notes from Bible study

2006-10-10T12:35:00.000-04:00

Pastor Moore of AME

Matthew 12:41 Acts 2:35

Don't quit or become discouraged
God gets you ready to recieve

Servants
Jesus chose us, it's not about me
Stop looking, give God the glory, King of Kings

Get your house in order, preparing the way
Our lives are supposed to be the King's highway
Be the best- clean up
God's love is powerful, go outside of his will and experience wrath

Feel sorry for enemies
Threshing floor experience- who's serious?
Get rid of chaff in your life
God is workig something awesome ni the midts of struggle

In it for the long haul- going gets tough
Jordan= place of transition
Israel= dimension of promise

Step into life- walk on your path, victory in step!
Claim what's yours
Ignorance is dealdy/dangerous
Well informed of what God has for you
Maximize potential
More than conquerers- overcomer

Don't live under
Lift up Jesus
ministry= service
Taste death or be called up
Glory of God= his presence
Death= separation
Thrive- Grow up don't give up

Live in the promise of God
"What are doing now? How are you living?"
You love the Lord, show me
Mature= Do something = Responsibility

Feeling better than I ever felt before today...

2006-10-06T14:28:00.000-04:00

BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

"There is always a moment in one's life, when they begin to own their size. When you begin taking responsibility for your opportunities, admitting the depth of your ambition, coming into a stage of mastery."

Ed Zwick

Maybe because I'm Black

2006-09-28T10:20:00.000-04:00

I commute. This transforms the average 40 hour work week to 50, give or take 60 hours total. Cool, no biggie, i'm a hustler that's about my paper and advancement, no matter the expense. It's whack if you're running late to work or if you want to hang out after hours for a drink or two and kick it. And I got a few hills that equal 15-20 minutes of walk time from my pad to the station. When you're tired from work, feet hurt, or you've had a few drinks, walking home at midnight isn't your 1st option.

Hatian brothers run the cab service at the WP train station. There are usually a good 10-15 drivers in their mid-thirties, waiting with cars running. But damn, not in Manhattan, not Middle Easterners, but Westchester County Hatian brothers enact the Danny Glover syndrome. I can't get a ride home for shit. I've gotten a few here and there, I don't live far and I usually tip. But the majority of the time, before I even get out where I'm going it's "No, next driver." But before the white commuters even make it down the stairs, the cabbies are clamoring all over them and basically begging for their patronage. What part of the fucking game is that? There will be available seats and all of that, me and a passenger could be going in the same direction... "No, next driver." It doesn't matter if I have on a business suit or a white tee, the shit is ridiculous, painful and embarrasing. The white passengers just smile and relax like, "We run shit boy, now git!" I flipped on the Hatian cabbies a few times, especially when I was turned down with no umbrella, hat or coat in the dead of winter amongst pouring rain. I took the long walk many a time.

I was rushing to work one day and I had an interview. Suited and booted, driving around looking for a parking spot and feeling assed out. The train station has parking but before 10am, you have to have a pass. Two year waiting list to get a pass. I'm like "damn!" so I call my stepdad and he puts me onto this public parking lot that offers the daily fee. Great! I don't have much, but this is a safe bet and in close proximity to my train that approaches in the next few. A tall coffee complexioned man, around 60's or 70's approaches me. "It's $5 for the day." I'm like cool, the public lot is a huge safety net and my ass was free-falling. I ask the brother his name. Jean. He's not surly, just senior and preoccupied with the steady stream of cars filing in to be bothered with conversation. But I guess I caught him off gaurd... "What's your name... really? That's my grandson's name... Hmmm." I paid and went on my way. Next time I came through (on some emergency tip again-never learn) we chatted for awhile and I made sure to be extra cool. I respect my elders and he seemed like a good dude. The brief interaction held a few laughs and I explained who I was and what I'm about. From then on, Brother Jean never took a dime from me. At first I was taken aback. I don't use folk and favors often come with strings, but Jean was straight up and down. He traveled from Haiti, fought in the war and put two kids through college. Worked this here lot for damn near 35 years, commuting from the city. Dude really looks out for me and treats me like a son. I always make sure to say good morning, stop by, see how he's feeling and doing in life. He makes sure I stay on the right track. Jean breaks down the racism that goes along with his day-to-day and says he doesn't like to see the white man's foot on the black man's neck. It's rough, so he tries to look out for his people. I hear you brah! Thank you cards, cold drinks when the temp rises, breakfast, solid company, kind words of appreciation and some chips/gift certificate/something (when the bread is right) is what I pass on. The wisdom and love from an elder is priceless.

Countdown to the finale

2006-09-07T00:23:00.000-04:00

What up world?! First things first, I gotta make an announcement: I got a J-O-B. And it's not just another job, it's the start of a whole new career. Here and there I get deep on the personal tip, but I usually try and keep it somewhat incognito. As Gnarls would say "I transform." For those of you out there reading this that don't know, I'm in the magazine publishing industry. I write for AllHipHip.com and freelance fact-check for many big-time mags in NYC. Cool, right. I majored in film for undergrad, finished in 2005 and moved back home to The Apple. Grad gifts run out quick so I had to find a job.
I substituted interning senior year so I could graduate on time and knock out two documentaries. One on art, one on hip-hip. I'm proud. I interviewed and applied everywhere from insurance companies to camps to malls to unemployment and temp agencies. You name it, my resume and credentials and emails and pleas for income and acceptance were out there, globally. Not exactly what the big college grad had predicted. The pastor of my church passed my resume onto another member of the church who just happened to be a big wig at one of the largest fashion magazines in the world. She hired me as an intern and the rest is history.
I grinded and made real little paper in the beginning. My parents were cool with me at the spot and I had just enough to cover expenses, nothing past that, maybe a beer at the bar. I remember when all my friends would be out shopping and buying sneakers, I was frugally conserving, learning, hoping and grinding for a better day. I had a lot of responsibility as an intern, learned quickly and was fortunate enough to be heavily involved in the editorial process. Promotions came. I made it a point to seek out people on a large scale in this industry and build/network with them. I have tons of contacts and have been on countless interviews and lunches, just trying to move forward, get advice and find the best opportunity for myself. I don't want to specifically name names or list my contacts, but to me it's regular, cool. To many others, it's mind blowing. We're talking very popular, billion dollar mags- 44 floors, offices over-looking the entire city, kind folks heavy in the game with 6 digit- 7 digit salaries taking time out to rap with the kid for 30 minutes, maybe even look out.
But anyway, after my internship was up I was all over Manhattan freelancing (research), making good bread. I went from making peanuts in a month, to a stack a week. It wasn't a cake-walk, it was nerve-wracking and I was uncertain where or when my next gig would come, but when you consistently work hard and put yourself out there, doors open at the right time. People look out, you find mentors that are a true godsend that will take you under their wing and help you develop. It's necessary and essential to success. I'd be lost and ignorant without them.
A lot of frustration, dissapointment and doubt arise. Dealing with the game, any industry, you have to be prepared for any/everything. It's all about how bad you want it and what you can bring to the table. Most important, how well you work and interact with others.
Out of nowhere, the top dog from my favorite magazine(i've had a subscription since high school) calls me out of nowhere, saying he's heard about me and wants to have a sit down. As the story unfolds, good news and energy follows. I start tomorrow at 10AM, first timer with salary and benefits. Cool. Everyone is real proud, happy and excited for me. I'm happy, but I don't think I can enjoy it as much as everyone else.
Here and there I truly reflect, thank God for my blessings and appreciate the new opportunity, but I'm hard on myself to take it to the next level. When you're on the grind, there's no stopping... I have to prove myself all over again and smash anyone's expectations or prejudices. I do it my way. Hate it or love it, face to face and on paper they gotta respect it and never forget it.
This blog has been a bigger outlet than I could have ever imagined. The blog galaxy has rescued me from bordem at work, helped me to stay in touch with friends, express myself and work on my craft. I feel like Doogie Howser 2006, nearing 100...

Sorry, I've been meaning to write... Pt. 2

2006-09-01T15:57:00.000-04:00

Gotta Luv Wal Mart

After dinner at UNO's with my 16 year old godbrother who I haven't seen in close to a year
We ride out
Stop at the now defunct favorite music store from my childhood
"Now where am I gonna get the new Obie Trice album?"

Wal Mart - I need some other shyt for the crib

So we sneak a parking spot right outside, it's like 930pm
Now we're inside...
undershirts, cd's (Corrinne Bailey Rae), ice pops...
wait-
bread, fabric softener, milk, peanut butter, aunt jemimah and pringles...
"You need anything homey?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Cool, let's roll.

As we're near line 14 of the 21 overcrowded checkout lines
We wait
and wait.
Knowing how huge this new Wal Mart in the WP is, they got sooo much right?
No one ever takes into consideration the check out lines that operate in slow mo
Finally
As we get close, I'm already on edge because my patience only exists when it has to (at work, with the missus)
This Indian lady is in front of this old white lady in front of me
She's about to be at the register with her few items...
She signals to her husband who is in the next line over, and just as close to his register
to 'come aboard'
I'm like — "Oh hell naw!"
The little old white lady is like "hell naw!"

Indian woman: "That's my husband, I was saving this spot for him."
Me: "You can't do that, especially when the lines are like this and you're at the register."
Indian woman: "Well, you can switch places with us on that line?"
Me: "How much sense does that make? Why don't you go with your husband - have him stay his ass on his line, fool."

Old white lady: "This isn't right..."
Indian woman to old white lady: "All you have is ice cream? You can go."
OWL: "Thank you dear."
Me: "Word, so I can go too right?"
Indian woman: "No way Jose, you wait!"
Me: "C'mon that's bullshit, if she goes I go. You got a cart fullashit and I have under 10"

Her husband approaches (no threat, straight punk ofcourse)
"C'mon buddy, cool out"
Me: "Shut the hell up. Ya'll aren't going."

I push my way forward and push their stuff to the side. They're pushing me back and getting louder. The cashier is like, "Hey hey I don't want no problems, who was here first?"
They're talking shyt, nothing disrespectful, just the basics to slightly piss me off. I look at my godbrother who definitely looks frustrated and upset (set the example), then at the long ass line behind us starting to rumble. Then I look at the Indian couples' parents who were each like 4 ft.10 and 98 and 99 years old, quiet and embarrassed.
I take the L. Mind you, I don't move. I'm at the front of the line with all my shyt right by the check out and swipe machine, all big and angry. I told the cashier to go ahead and ring up their stuff, like F it.

$200 worth of items. I sat and watched every last bullshit unnecessary item rung. I can't remember spending $200 in the supermarket or Wal Mart. They copped everything son.
Didn't budge when they came to pay, saw their total, commented on it, cursed them out to myself and just tried to breathe.

Said a little joke to the cashier that made us both feel slightly better. Had little man grab the stuff and bounced. Aint been back to Wal Mart since. I aint gon' lie, I was mad at Indian folks for like a week. Even though I got some way distant relatives from there. But shoot, Black or White folks act up, they get it the same.

Thank God I'm a mature, sensible Black man and it was a few hours away from Sunday (I did go to church the next day). Anyone else would have wrecked them and their $200 worth of merchandise (that's like 100 items son!!!)
-sigh-
And, they didn't even have the Obie Trice album!!!

Relationship Quotes

2006-09-01T15:47:00.000-04:00

He: Why don't you save up and buy a Dooney and Burke bag?
She: Because your money spends better.

He: I love you baby! What more do you want?
She: I got your heart, now I want your liver and kidneys :)

Sorry, I've been meaning to write...

2006-09-01T12:28:00.000-04:00

R.I.P. Pepe 2006

Awhile back
Another long day at work
A long walk from the Metro North train station- uphill, downhill, prespiring, home
My mom's standing in the kitchen, looking through the window into the backyard
At a skunk
"I think it's dying..."

My step father walks from the den to the dining room
"It better not die in my backyard, that's all I got to say."

Dammitt!

I put my bags down and peek out into our dark backyard (7:30pm)
There's a fat skunk stumbling, zig-zagging, back and forth across the grass
In my backyard
"It probably has rabies," my stepdad says.
I hate skunks man. I ask God, "What is their purpose, like rats, racoons and porcupines?"
I hate them all because they're filthy and they attack people.
My aunts dog got sprayed by a skunk when I was a kid.
It ran in the house barking and yelping and getting skunk juice all over the place.
The dog had to be bathed in tomato juice. It's hard enough to bathe a dog, as is...
That shit can drive anyone mad.

It's crawling around all dizzy, looking like it's about to keel over... looking for the perfect spot to croak
I'm patiently waiting for it to just slither into a neighbor's yard
No dice
My stepdad's leaving for work
Pissed off that there's a good chance he might find a rotting skunk in his patch of oregeno and basil the next morning
Mom has a light bulb
Call animal service- get the yellowpages
We search and finally I call
It's past operating hours and the call is transferred to the local police department immediately
I put on my best Carlton Banks voice cuz I know they'll be here ASAP
I've never called the cops before for anything, technically I didn't, they're picking up the late night slack for animal control
In a flash they're here

It's like 8:30 and Pepe is still freaking us out and playing games
Jakes is cautious— an obvious rookie
But I'm glad he's handling shit — protect and serve, we pay taxes
So he flashes his big bright flashlight at Pepe
Pepe gets upset and starts charging at him
O shit!
But something's wrong and he can't follow through, he keeps threatening us by lifting up his tail
I want no parts of that, son
Jakes sprays him with the water-hose, but the skunk is so F'd up he can't run away fast enough
Just hobble hobble — with the light on him, 5-0 can tell he got some sort of rabies or something
So he calls for back up

Two more Jakes show up and they're all huddled in the back
About to call a nickel formation and...
I'm starting to feel bad for Pepe
I don't know why, remember I hate skunks
But animal control is at the downtown bar and these three stooges are on house calls
3 vs. 1, unfair advantage
So one Jake goes to the black & white and brings back what looks like some type of tranquilizer gun; it had a wire attached
It's really a baby nine mm
They get poor Pepe cornered in the bushes and bust off 4 rounds
I'm like Damn! You couldn't ace him the first time? Or are you just eager to let off...
Neighbors are all out in the window
My moms is like "whew"
Backup Jakes bounce and leave the rookie with garbage bag and gloves to get rid of Pepe
He'll be sleeping with the fishies

I felt a little bad that Pepe went out like that
It was a creepy ass incident
My stepdad had mixed emotions
"4 times? You shoulda called me, I woulda smoked him wit' one dome shot, right between the eyes"
Thank you local Jakes
For once I got you doing your job instead of harassing me on the strip, stopping me in the whip, writing tickets, locking cuffs, busting balls and issuing punishment
My tax dollars are in effect for bullshit situations like this- cleaning up skunk guts

Poor Pepe- I'll rock my yellow Iceberg button down with you on it in remembrance

Love/Hate

2006-08-22T11:35:00.000-04:00

"First they love me then they hate me then they love me again…" (Jay). As far as my generation (80's baby) of Hip-Hop goes; Tupac proved to be the realest, Biggie is the nicest, Nas is the poetic prophet, Hov is Hov: by successfully bringing the suburbs to the hood for 8 straight summers he is king, "best songs, best flow, realest stories, most charisma, I set the most trends and my interviews are hotter… holla!" But, Curtis Jackson is the future.

I'm sort of a 50 Cent fan, let's just get that out of the way. Although I don't wholly agree with the theme "get rich or die trying," I very much understand its roots. The G-Unit movement has taken over like none before and smashed the industry. Fifty Cent elevated the mixtape circuit, proved his artistic worth with numbers and showed a keen business acumen by setting up shop on the corners of fashion and film, gaming and footwear, nutrition (vitamin water), literature and with a record label that has launched the careers of his talented comrades. No one has done it the same. Sure he dumbed down the lyrical dexterity a bit, and which successful rapper hasn't? At the same time, he's introduced the world to star potential; Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo, The Game (shame), who've all produced good debut albums. Curtis has been immersed in the super-gangster shit that most MCs front about and has the scars and painful memories to live by. He's battle tested and dominates the underground and commercial markets. But for the past year + there seemed to be a lot of hate in the street.

Damn, it really must be lonely at the top and hell at the bottom. The wolves are hungry and cops are cracking down to guarantee crime don't pay. Ultimately, it's the hustler's code: one team eats at a time, but Hip-Hop has always been different. Is money and jealousy the main reason people aren't happy with The Unit? Or is it fear and frustration? "I got shooters!" With the cash flow on overload, listeners now look forward to the hitman's skits more than his actual songs. It's straight comedy that leaves room for instigation and 50 is here to entertain. Oh, I forgot to mention the around the clock rotation of hits at G-Unit radio. I just feel a certain way...

I'm proud of dude, as a black man, for making something out of nothing and conquering the insurmountable music industry, let alone the globe, on his terms. If kids could look past the exterior and focus on his determination, courage, dedication, ability and intelligence, you got a pretty damn good role model in front of you. Most scream to differ. I know about the charities, giving back to the community, donating money to schools and clothes to Katrina survivors; you know, areas of non-importance to the media. I think Curtis keeps it real all the way around, ever since "How to Rob." C'mon, all these foolish artists flossing and showing off when the majority of our people have nothing, no one's exempt from a jack move. The holiest of holies, Wu-Tang Clan sent threats through my beloved Supreme Clientele, but the kid 'aint buckle. This was around 1999 and dude put out this track dissin' Wu that left jaws agape. The cojones on this kid. It's sad that people laugh and shit on you when you have nothing, broke and bleeding. When you start getting a little shine, people feel like they can tolerate you, judge or smother you and eat off the potential. 2002 - G-Unit - buzzin in the streets crazy! 'Get Rich' drops! It seemed, the world had nothing but praise, props and consumer cash for this young stalwart from Queens...

But now the kid is winning, the South is getting their turn, money is flowing with blockbuster deals on the table, labels are bending here and there with joint venture deals, media and corporate ads are calling, the internet is going nuts, fashion is doing their metro-strut, sadly, our communities are the same if not worse and all of a sudden… Hip-Hop is whack? It's dead, because a few say so? Even though I get depressed watching BET and believe things could be a lot better (artistic and intelligently) and don't enjoy much of the mainstream anything, I still give it up for the one's winning. If brothers and sisters are doing something positive, enjoying life and achieving their goals and dreams, why are we hating? Hip-Hop is for everyone. Hip-Hop is self-expression and if it can be used as a way out of struggle, so be it. The kids are loving it and that's who Hip-Hop is for (thanks ODB). Folks sound old. I'm 23 and often catch myself sounding old. Hip-Hop is growing and thank God it's still here, bigger than ever. There's a multitude of music to choose from in every genre (Myspace, local, statewide and international underground scenes, music without a record label influence) and don't be fooled, just cuz it's on TV and radio doesn't make it hot and vice versa. Do you! Now is the time to really do your history and study the greats that laid the foundation. Let's keep it moving people.

Kiri Davis - A Girl Like Me

2006-08-14T11:34:00.000-04:00

http://www.mediathatmattersfest.org/6/a_girl_like_me/index.php?fs=bios

Eureka! WWE meets Dolemite

2006-08-09T23:49:00.000-04:00

This is the best show since Dave Chappelle's Show. Season one was dope (the whole spit-in-New York's-face-scene and the emergence of Hoopz), but just off of the first episode from Season 2, I'm hooked. I mean... the women, the fights, profanity and alcoholism, blatant ignorance, buffoonery, prejudice (ya'll execs know what the plan was) raunchiness, sexual overkill and high profile pimptastical-coonery... I can't stop laughing. Flavor Flav is my new hero. "Genius comedy," writes one reporter, "Hysterical debauchery," writes another. This series is an official salute to the old Springer (Richard Bey even...) and Comedy Central's former Man Show. Two thumbs up Mr. Flav (always a star personality and fun dude). You were the man when PE was sparking the Hip-Hop revolution and you are still the man, today. Anyone angry, hateful, perturbed or taking this show or themselves too seriously... needs to take a laxative.

FLAVOR FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAV!!!

VH1 Flavor of Love Season 2

The sun is getting closer

2006-08-01T12:35:00.000-04:00

Intense heat is among us all in the United States of America. August, one of my favorite months, has arrived with temperatures reaching the hundreds all across the board. Being a summer child, I always enjoy this time of year. Humans amaze me with their complaining; when we're bundled up in January, the frost is wretched. To be fair, extremes are never tolerable and 2006 seems to be a bit overwhelming for most. Unfortunately out west and down south, everyone [a few cases] from old folks to pets/livestock are dying from heat exhaustion. Many east coast and midwest states are suffering through a blackout. Loss of electricity is no joke, especially when it's hot and you've just returned with your children from the supermarket with groceries. Con Ed (utility co.) will hunt you down and harass you if your payment is late/bill overdue. But watch as they take their sweet-ass-time to fix a broken link. This heat wave brings everyone back to the reality that mother nature rules, always.

My little league basketball team had their games cancelled this week. I completely understand, people are bursting into flames on the sidewalk. But at the chance of sounding pre-historic, I use to hoop all day in weather like this, let alone forty five minutes. This was before part-time jobs and sleep away camps (even though I still managed to get my outdoor workout on). My friends and I would hit the court at like 9 or 10 AM and ball 'till the earth started to bake. We'd prolly take a water break, chill under a tree for like thirty minutes, somebody would get to talking shit and we'd be back at it until around five or six, some days later. Of course we'd hit up the Ice Cream Man (Joe!) for that classic fix of Good Humor, Italian Ice, chips, Gatorade, cry babys and whatever else we could afford. Then we would jump in the pool or bust our guns off, son! ...Supersoakers, water-pistols and trunks, girls in one-pieces or flirtatious bikinis... let me stop reminiscing. You see what the heat'll do? Thank the Most High for my good paying 10-6 desk job where the AC stays on blast! Let's try to conserve some energy when we can and enjoy the last bit of summer while it's here.

Fly Away Fridays

2006-07-28T15:06:00.000-04:00

The week is finally coming to a close, but weekends zip by faster than camera flash. As the summer nears it's end I scramble for pool time, sun baked skin and iced tea.

I awoke in a funk this morning. "Time to make the doughnuts." As usual, work calls and bills bark. I have been spaced out a little lately, sans the Piff (surprising). Trying to dig (hardly enough) for motivation and searching for my purpose driven life has been a struggle. No struggle, no progress. Get fresh and get going.

I scrub with the black soap, admire in the mirror, assemble the day's wardrobe and sigh...the first of many more to come.

I pop in G-Unit's latest, pt. 21 Hate it or Love it, with the Game morphed onto the cover as a stripper. The picture is ridiculously foogazi and the Change of Heart skits are shameful. 50 has long lost the title of dope mc, but he is my new favorite comedian. Make sure to look through the September issue of XXL with Lloyd Banks and Curtis on the cover. The only thing worthwhile inside is the feature on New York rap by Chairman Mao, Banks' feature is pretty insightful and Fif's is raw and uncut. I respect the smart and fearless. In his feature, Fifty definitely goes deeper into his past and gets personal.

Hop off train into the heart of The Apple. Go to said job. "Misplaced paycheck," says job. Bang on chest, smoke come out of nose and ears! Reach for something to throw/someone to slap but pause, "God give me strength and patience." -sigh-

I just want to sleep, smoke, hit the gym and sweat, spend a thousand bucks on sneakers and clothes, laugh crazy loud and hearty at a funny movie, make a new song, paint a picture- anything but worry about making a living and what I'm going to do with my life.

You think you know...but you have no idea...because neither do I. This is the diary of your momma's pimp.

Enjoy the weekend

Jordan Era

2006-07-24T11:43:00.000-04:00

I've been alive for 23 years and 24 days.
341 days left of an era...
For me, it's not just another year
I have a new zest for life
Each day one must dig a little deeper, push a little harder, and move onward with an intense focus, passion and faith
I now understand...
...That the future is up to me
The past is ashes and the future, mist/fog/wind
All I have is right now, and like MJ
I'm striving for perfection

How do you become the best?
What do you have to do to take ownership of something? I mean real ownership!
People always want to own things: positions, property, vehicles, jewelry, clothes etc.
But is that all there is?

Michael Jordan owned the game of basketball- they say he's the best ever! How did he reach that stratosphere? I mean, he's not an alien (to my knowledge), I'm sure he played pick-up games, had to learn how to dribble, shoot foul shots and play with a team like everyone else. Michael laced up one sneaker at a time and had to tryout for the Men's high school basketball team, earn his rightful spot on Dean Smith's UNC squad and had to prove his ability in the NBA, playing as a rookie with the Chicago Bulls. Now he's immortalized as an icon.

Growing up, everyone wanted to be like Mike; TV commercials and the streets said so. My friends have collected nearly every pair of Air Jordan sneaker that has hit stores. Some start at around $150. I've only had one pair of Jordans, the elevens in black. I remember I made a note of their arrival date when I was in high school. As soon as the last bell rang to signify the freedom of afternoon and end of school, I raced to the train. 30 minutes gone and on another Manhattan subway I'm at Nike town. Every pair is stacked against the wall in its proper box behind the registers. 5:00 PM and the store is packed with everyone from catholic school kids, construction workers, lawyers, doctors and old ladies. There's one pair left in my size. I try 'em on and they fit perfect. Cash deposited, now it's time to go home and be a star.

Who else has it like that? Are the sneakers that fly? I don't even think Jordan was in the league (NBA) then... There's some type of magic going on and starting July 1st, 2006 I want to know what it is. I want to take hold of my own magic. This light has to shine because... I never really was extremely passionate (in my mind) about much. I enjoyed certain activities and hobbies and often grew excited about excelling. I never gave less than 100% when I had my mind focused. But where's the ownership?

I'm a black man, love playing ball, got a bald head, distinguished manner and wear a size 13... just like MJ. But of course, this whole Jordan era is way bigger than coincidence. I've been reading the book "Driven From Within" which is brilliant. From page one readers travel back with Michael from the very beginning; before the contracts and commercials, championships, sneakers and medals. We take a glimpse at his upbringing, teenage behavior, self-confidence and personal relationships. "Driven From Within" talks with MJ's mom, agent, business partners, teammates and friends as they discuss the phenomenon we know simply as MJ. Most impressive (other than the artwork, advice and blueprint to every Jordan sneaker) is his work ethic and will to succeed. The reader is briefly looking through the window of Michael Jordan's heart and mind. There is no 2nd best or average. You leave it all on the floor.

Often times, there's so much going through my mind. Most of my readers know me through words and understand my situation. I don't have a timeline for this blog, but while it's up I will maximize its content and creative style. I'm studying MJ in this new era. Change is always good, but improvement and discipline are necessary. Travel with me as I strive to take it to the next level.

The One

Audio Awareness: Gnarls Barkley

2006-07-21T15:48:00.000-04:00

Dressed in costumes that identically resemble the star characters of our favorite movies, Cee-lo and Danger establish how comfortable they are being human. As the common artists of today ride their own wave of hype, it appears that this unique duo would... what's this, rather have fun? They love music and feel free to express themselves however they please regardless of popular opinion, corporate advertising and media lambasting? I personally feel that the streets and the hills deserve to know what hood these two 'artists' are from, their net worth, affiliations, as well as the cut, clarity and karat of their jewelry. No dice. Check the cover artwork fool! St. Elsewhere is nothing short of out of this world.

Gifted Cee-lo Green continues to spread his wings on this LP with an inspired energy and resourceful freedom. Dudes in the rap game carve their own lane, but what happens when you take to the sky? This is one of the talented cornerstones that birthed Goodie Mob. Mr. Green was always the favorite. This socially adept- lyrical mastermind, it seems, has been fighting at length to find nirvana within. Allow Gnarls Barkley to ease you into transmission.

Welcome Danger Mouse. No, no, no... not super-producer, basement beatsmith, cry for a Grammy (though, he snatched one on the low) talk on the track hit-man, nah... just Mouse. I won't front like I'm familiar because I never really caught on to Gorillaz, MF Doom and the Grey Album (mixing two giants, a la Beatles and Jay, not a good look). But there is a one-man symphony behind the boards of St. Elsewhere. 14 songs, 2 respectable, the remainder; a large tropical arrangement of fresh produce (let's put the word bananas to shame). What kind of equipment does this kid get busy on?

Is it the voice that sounds like a grown man crying or uninhibited music that has a tendancy to make grown men cry? The electricity throughout St. Elsewhere is so alive and emotional, restating that missed part about 'music is supposed to take you somewhere- else.' Sorry tight suits, but people still think and feel. Brainwash and lobotomy aside, deep down, the masses will always crave what's uncontrollably next. Between these lines you won't find favorite songs or quoted genuis. St. Elsewhere is an experience you've never had and a place you've never been. The collaboration and outcome is very real and surprisingly powerful. So why did two brothers have to leave this country in order to make history?

Drip Drop

2006-07-21T09:51:00.000-04:00

It's Friday. My favorite day of the week has deceived me and it's not just the overcast sky, or the morning funk of not wanting to get out of bed, but the fact that I hate umbrellas and always get caught out in the rain is most proper.

I leapt over lakes and used my briefcase to protect the headpiece from an angry downpour as I rushed into the office. Imagine my mood as wet clothes stick to skin and dry to a cold crisp under central air. "Isn't this the same Gap shirt, jeans and sneakers I wore the last time I got exposed in the rain?" Where's Fonzworth when you need him... wait, is that the sun peeking out?

Saddataayy!!

2006-07-20T18:09:00.000-04:00

I'm back
It's been a minute...
... why the awkward pause like you don't recognize a bruva?
never question the love or the thug!
I wear swagger like polar bears wear white - just all big and smooth and shit
I missed ya'll...
Even if it is only the echo reading it
I checks in though, prefer to cash checks but I do checks in
peep different blogs
the gossip blogs do be having me, with those funny pictures and captions
some folks' stories are interesting
got a few good writers out there
none mind-blowing though
it's been a minute since I read a ill-ass-fall out my chair story or was impressed by a literary beast on the come up
...I guess I gotta sprinkle yall
once again
This month's been fresh (July is me)
I'm in my Jordan Era folks!
23
all that means is that I gotta take it up another notch and be serious about shining
focused on elevation and perfection
gotta make it matter
i'm driven from within
and guided from above

the one

Feature Fanatic

2006-06-30T16:43:00.000-04:00

Make sure to check out my most recent features! Shout out to AllHipHop.com! More clips than a gunstore baby!

David Styles is a self-proclaimed problem. He's adamant about you knowing it, absorbing it, and passing the declaration on to the next man. More often than not, listeners are overrun with gangster tales and tough talk that varies from phony album rhetoric, fabricated industry imagery, and true-to-life hood legends and trap stars that fall way short of below average lyricism and quality effort. Fortunate enough for rap fans and authentic Hip-Hop heads alike, today is a Holiday.

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Styles P: Built to last Part 1
Styles P: Built to last Part 2

A brother with strong business acumen is extremely important in today’s America, especially when you’re dealing with the pythons and cobras of the recording industry. Devo Harris is in a real G.O.O.D spot. He proudly encourages, “Naysayer, please show me one example why Kanye’s crew ain’t the s**t and I could refute you with five,” proving that he has some of the swagger that the label’s known for.

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Devo Springsteen: Whip It!

It's bigger than rap. It's much larger than any brand of clothing, record label of the moment, or 16-bar quotable. If Hip-Hop is life, are we living correctly? What is the voice of this generation of music-makers saying? More importantly, does what we see on screen accurately reflect our surroundings? And are we motivated to move forward in ways other than sexual and financial gratification? These are the questions that Bay area filmmaker, Kevin Epps tackles through the lens of his digital camera, sparking an educational and hood phenomenon.

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Kevin Epps: On Point

McDonald's Fight Klub

2006-06-27T17:13:00.000-04:00

So it's another Friday night and we're all broke and it's raining and I'm home from work feeling slayed. I grab a bottle of Courvoiseir and Baileys and go pick my man C up. After the many hard-earned lessons of drinking on empty we swing over to McDonald's so I can get some chicken selects.

As we pull into the parking lot we spot this big brother outside of Mickey D's, dancing in front of his truck with Cheri Dennis blastin' from his sound system. Me and C start laughing uncontrollably while I'm trying to park like, "what is this foolishness?" We stroll inside and there's this homeless cat (bum, drunk, shabby white dude, whatever's your preference) laid out on the floor, pants halfway down, shoes leanin', eyes rolling back and drooling. The manager and someone else from staff are trying to get him up. He looked somewhat comatose from sippin' on too much of what we were about to. The laughter continues. They finally get him in a chair and he's trying his hardest to gather himself and recognize his whereabouts.

Dancing with the Stars homeboy, from outside, is inside all loud and energetic (A Mickey D's consistent patron perhaps). He's high-fiving people and chattin' it up. We're almost at the register and i'm hungry. As homeboy is leaving, he shouts at homeless, drunk shabby white dude "Come on man! You're a disgrace. Pull your damn pants up!" It's funny how the homeless dude had no energy when trying to get himself off the cold McDonald's floor (it took 3 people to help), but jumped up immediately at this sudden instigation and ran over mumbling hobo gibberish in brotherman's face. The latino managers placed their 5 foot 0 bodies in between the two trying to keep them apart. Homeless dude is animated and obviously has some beer muscles left. All the while, brotherman is inching closer with his fists balled up whispering, "I'll smack the shit out you."

Finally, homeless dude has had enough and tries to push brother man. The correct term is "lay hands." I don't know why he did this. For me and C's delight? Maybe. Everyone else was frozen on the spot while our laughter just continued (we stay with jokes). As soon as homeboy got pushed he swung twice, missed, on the third haymaker he clipped ol' dude and dropped him like Christinia Milian, Larry Brown... basically he fell fast and he must have hit his head on a table or chair on his way down cuz he was leakin'. Bad. Homeboy skated fast and in no time the Coppas flooded the scene. He was out for the count this time. I still wanted my chicken selects and the lady at the register was giving me crap (old-cold-fries). Me and C fell out- it was crazy. The few white people in the establishment looked as if they were about to cry. I don't know if it was because they felt sorry for a homeless drunk, the blood made them queasy, or because they witnessed a black man knock a white man out cold. Who knows? Who cares.

Two things. Though crazy and hilarious, this episode was unnecessary. Brother man was rowdy from git-go and could have easily dismissed the old drunk, instead of poking at him and setting him up for the two-piece. Secondly, you can't be wasted in public with your bare wrinkled ass showing for all to see. Gross! And he ran and stepped to dude! No-no #1, then put his hands on him first, no-no #2.

Regardless, I'm lovin' it. The chicken selects gave me that Mega-Itis!

Good Morning America

2006-06-27T13:49:00.000-04:00

Clothes were laid out from the night before.
It saves time and preparation.
Before sleep, I do a little last minute research and flip through a few pages in order to grasp the internal concept and overall mission.
I call my mom and grandfather just to hear their voices. A warm feeling comes to the surface and I pace back and forth holding the cordless. I wish I were there.
The house is quiet and the air outside remains cool and damp. Making sure every window is closed, I obsessively run back and forth, up and down stairs. Forgetting this. Remembering that.
Wash face, brush teeth, turn my cell phone off and say a prayer. It's off to dreamland.
I don't dream.
I wake up on my own at 7 AM. Yes! I've still got an hour left...
Wake up, look in the mirror and say "today is your day."
I stumble around a bit, scratching sleep away. No radio. I've got to hear something perfect to start my day, today.
"Brown Skin Lady."
The stereo system is on 15 (loud) as Talib and Mighty Mos announce their love and adoration for ebony sisters.
The small stall and powerful shower head get a C-.
I'm clean and running late.
"Morning!"
Cereal, strawberries, banana- microwave, too early for itis.
Summer is bad for sports and I watch as the newscasters on SportsCenter fumble and fake excitement about the World Cup.
"Brazil vs. Ghana!" Cool, but... it's not the same.
Curel lotion, Arrid X funk remover, scented oil from the ave...
Black draws, black socks, white tank top, watch, white collar, yellow tie, navy pinstripe, bostonian polished hard bottoms...
It's time to go.
Is my resume perfect? Portfolio updated? Too late, and my ride is outside to take me to the first of three trains I'll catch this morning.
Why am I nervous? I've been here plenty times before.
Reading the Bible on the train relaxes me a bit and I scan through my portfolio searching for errors, hoping for perfection.
Work.
Everyone treats you differently, especially security, when you have a suit on and briefcase in hand. "Good morning sir, how are you today?" Bow, salute, all of that! In my deepest voice, "Morning. I'm doing quite fine, thank you young man." My 23rd birthday is this Saturday.
Excitement is waiting at my desk.
Now, do I create a huge diversion and find a way to escape or just pack up and leave? With enough time to slip out, catch the 1 train and head over to their office... dabbing my brow with a wet hankerchief, I arrive. Cool and collected.
It goes well.
Why was I nervous? I've been here many, many times before.
I don't really like being in this situation and I hope I don't have to be here again anytime soon. On the brink of validation and disregard, my security, status and ego will hang in the balance.
"Pick me! I'm good. I can play. I'm better than everyone else, better than anyone you've ever seen!" Please. "I need this gig! I got bills. I want to be somebody, go places, enjoy life, work hard and be productive." A chance, a start... this opportunity has me written all over it.
I am not scared to fail or succeed.

What do I want to do? Top Editor Magazine
How long will I have to wait? However long it takes
Difficulty? Prepare for the worst and expect the best

Hats off to the champs

2006-06-22T17:58:00.000-04:00

The Miami Heat are your 2006 NBA Champions

What a come up. Dwyane Wade, young-boy from Chi-town, Marquette balling, late draft pick sliding, full court postseason beasting, quintessential cool demeanor leaving women eager, swooning, Mr. Highlight reel… is the 2006 NBA Finals MVP. Saddatay on the runny kine my brother.

It is extremely distasteful when Hall of Famers, critics, analysts and fans alike compare new talent to Jordan. Jordan will be the greatest for a long time for so many reasons other than the triumphant commercialization of the NBA, popularity of Nike and Gatorade. Other than the 6 rings, Dream Team Champ and personal accolades… he's Michael Jordan. And that's that.

People love to jock the latest star just so they can kick 'em when they're down. I couldn't help but notice the legacy of MJ overshadow DWade's miraculous season; dunking, fading away, sinking free throws, all poised, with the Miami Heat on his back. Considering his supporting cast of all-star veterans; Shaq, Zo, Walker, J-Dub, Payton, it should have been in the bag. But they struggled against the Bulls, Pistons and Mavericks. 2006 was supposed to happen for Van Gundy's squad… oops.

The Riley factor got involved and the mentorship was complete. Pat looked into this kid's eyes and didn't see another Earvin, did not see Phil's Michael, he saw the young-boy from the Chi that got way less shine than Lebron, had an ego 100 times smaller than Carmelo's, but had the game worthy of the name. Champion. {Why couldn't you get the Knicks one Pat Riley, Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyy??? Sorry, still a lil' bitter.} I was rooting for the black coach (Avery Johnson) too, but it just wouldn't have made any sense; a team with no veterans, inconsistent stars and a new coach- Phoenix definitely opened the door for Dallas to show and prove.

But they weren't complete. The Mavericks didn't have the supreme hunger or that clutch *ish that Mr. Wade brings to the table. Day in, day out, Theraflu or IV, the boy is the truth. Antoine's airballs, Gary's unnecessary big mouth and Shaq's tender bunions didn't blow the Heat's chances at victory, you see... this was supposed to happen. No second coming, no Jordan 2, nah… this is a new era, new flavor - potential record breaking dominance perhaps? Let the young boy take his time and develop, people. As of right now, he aint doing that bad. Hats off to the champs.

ToothPasteForDinner.com

2006-06-20T16:13:00.000-04:00

Talk My Sh*t {jewels included}

2006-06-16T11:35:00.001-04:00

It's real in the field folks! All those that are still working hard in school or are in a music video hippie daze, high off of ignorance- mannn... ol' heads know what they talkin' 'bout sometimes.

This whole work thing, making money, survival game gets realer everyday. I'm one of the fortunate ones to be in a field with potential. Nothing in life is gauranteed even with that hard-earned degree. Haha- it was preparation to begin paying your dues. It's a grind out here. (I make paper airplanes with bills) So many folks graduate and don't know what they want to do - can't find a decent job - interning at the bottom level of their dream industry trying to earn respect and collect pennies - or have a high paying job that they don't dig and the micromanaging boss is this close to...

Happiness does depend on your resilience, patience and humility. Being young and fly, our generation knows we can be highly successful and happy now. We don't have to wait until retirement or our 40's to buy a home, yacht, Bentley or have a net worth of $1 million. It's been proven by so many young, smart, talented, hardworking people and that is what our Hip-Hop generation is about.

Right now is basically the beginning - we're blessed to have youth and hopefully a mentor or two showing us the ropes and giving up some game so we don't fall in common potholes. But times get hard and lack of $bread$ can leave you on the verge of nausea, brutal anger and desparation. A friend of mine told me that most folks suffer depression for two years after they graduate college. I not only thought it possible - but I felt it was crazy and avoidable. Although at certain times it pays to sit tight, ride it out, grind, take your time and plan, you've always got to be the master of your own destiny and make it happen everyday. You get in what you put out and you have to constantly step your game up, be strict with following your plans and keeping your goals visible and possible. It's also extremely important to manage your time and money efficiently. Money flows like water on its own. Know when to turn the tap down or even off. Time you can't get back. We waste too much of it. A key of importance is to make time and money work for you. It's easier said than done but if you keep it at the forefront of your mind - it will surely be accomplished.

Watch who you hang with. One thing's for sure, all people change for better or worse. The one's who don't, run from. Stagnation and procrastination are wretched. Align yourself with likeminded folks who can inspire and encourage you to move ahead towards your goals. Positivity breeds good deeds and kharma is real.

I'm just coming off the dome right now... been going through a whole lot. Relationships are not easy to maintain, but nothing good and worthwhile is ever easy. I'm in a stage where me and shorty are learning each other on a daily basis. I'm trying to make sure spirituality plays a part in us because I definitely want to be more righteous for self and live the best way I can. On the job tip, I've been pinching pennies and chasing checks... I've become such a friendly, patient, persistent individual since I began my takeover of Manhattan :) Everyone in the game will make sure to test and disrespect you and I don't play when it comes to pay. A lot of times the ones with the deep pockets and big names aren't the professionals. It's all good, cuz I handle surprise and disappointment like a G. Don't let anyone sell you a dream or gas you. Most importantly, don't ever let skin color or culture fool you. It can be someone of another race coming through in the clutch and giving you a big break and your own people fronting on you and never ever showing love. I'd say it's about balanced :) Be nice to everyone all the time, it's part of the game. But always check what's out of order and make sure folks play their position- Gotta stay professional.
Hit my email and leave a comment if you want to build. Networking is the best part of coming up in the game. Each one teach one.
Peace

The God Of Hope

2006-06-13T22:53:00.000-04:00

Hope is faith that won't give up

Even in the dark;

Hope can blaze into a flame

From just a tiny spark. - Duffin

Jewel for the day- Psalm 42

CHAPEL presents Prince of the Plains

2006-06-09T20:27:00.000-04:00

Holla at a player when you see me in the streets pimp! Peace to everyone. This upcoming week I'm repping Blak Plains. Matter fact, I'm repping the whole 914 this summer! Make sure to request your copy of the new CD from Chapel entitled Prince of the Plains. It's fire!! Click on the link in the galaxy section of this site entitled CHAPEL and that will teleport you to the official Prince of the Plains website/blog. We got music reviews from hometown hero Lostchild and literary superstar Patrice Williams. There's downloadable music on the site as well as an introduction from the man himself, Chapel. There will also be a soon-to-come interview and much, much more! Please leave feedback, criticism, props whatever. Keep it one hunnid.

I Stand Alone

2006-06-09T17:17:00.000-04:00

said i wasn't going back

undersized beds and clothes that don't fit right under the scope of 9 year olds
no
it's not a cold when the flowers bloom i'm doomed my make-up has me OD'ing on
just being me and
wanna see freedom
like my ancestors fleeing
unmotivated by their treason
no reasons so I sink lower and think slower
spit off the dome this shit is classic they confine it to a poem
but a few said I reminded them of Old Mali
Ancient Babylon and Ghana
discredit it
was birthed from my Momma without sedatives
God exhaled and the devils let me live
let me live

The lame often times be the most popular while the dumb crave danger
I breathe life my thoughts are alive my eyes got a story of their own I've got a poem for everyone of you
speak in tongues my spiritual voice lyrical choice
keep the ritual moist dedicated - herbally medicated
...not
going
back

fitted caps brush past building tops cuz my dome contain raps that catipault me through thought
nikes still on the pavement
every color in some form of enslavement
back straight like seventy stories working towards heavenly glory
I stand alone

"I know this chick named Superhead"

2006-06-06T18:19:00.000-04:00

Response to "Confessional Review" on www.ghettouprising.blogspot.com: Shout out to HMC.

This is a comment that turned into a post [I tend to go in folks] I will not honor this post with a picture.
Call it hate, slander, whatever. I feel it needs to be said once and for all.

I wasted a weekend and read the book. I saw the video [porno] as well, she definitely earned the name "Superhead"- Mr. Marcus was scared to death. I personally feel Karrine Steffans is unworthy of any attention and her life is void of true purpose; just a slimey, insincere chick out for a buck. Steffans was bitter and aimed to do damage. She acted like a drug whore, allowed herself to be treated like a drug whore and now wants revenge and sympahty? She is not a star. She made her mouth her only talent, no one was stupid enough to wife her and she couldn't cut it in the business that she's now shitting on. She's taking partial responsibility by making excuses and blaming the industry for her open legs and near death drug binges. An intelligent girl that made stupid decisions; she is not profiting off of her experience, but by naming names and putting people's personal lives in the street and messing up families because she never had one. You can't play demon and angel at the same time.

So now Ms. Steffans has finally found her niche. No more strip clubs, gangbangs, drug parties and wannabe mistress groupie roles infatuated with stardom. Publishing. Damon Dash cosigned this? It makes perfect sense. Oh, how people love controversy! So now she gets the TV time she's always wanted. Now she gets to walk the red carpet. Now she gets the magazine cover and 4 page layout. What a sacrifice...

Confessions... was not in any way a worthy literary piece. She's had a horrible life that is 50% her fault. Many women have had it worse than she did and overcame terrible obstacles and hellish hardship in a more dignified manner. Gossip and sex sells, what a wicked combination. But putting your child at risk many times- then dedicating a scandulous book to him is not the inspiration women need. She could have gone through with the project in a better way to create a shred of credibility and respect for herself. She didn't need to drop names to sell or teach a valuable lesson. "Learn to write or hire a writer to tell your story. Take full responsibility of your life and humble yourself." May God bless her and have mercy on her, because I'm sure that after this stunt, there are many that won't.

I'm not defending the entertainers named in her book. They're rich, who cares about them? It's just like... "Damn, this is what matters? This is what grabs our attention and anchors our discussions?" People, leave the bullshit alone! Karrine, leave the bullshit alone. Get your mind right and check Enigma's latest->
"Unhappy 25th Anniversary" on www.sleeplessinnyc.blogspot.com

Cinema City

2006-06-02T01:23:00.000-04:00

"That’s Kelsey Grammer… the big buff blue furry mutant dude with the suit on… no, really… homeboy from Cheers and Frasier? That’s wild!" This was an early introduction to the new mutant featured in X-Men: The Last Stand, Beast. The final chapter in this new-school epic trilogy proved all that it was cracked up to be, but nothing more.

Viewers get a chance to return to the mystery surrounding Jean Grae’s death and Phoenix’s rise to power. The story is basically an updated version of the familiar: America is still not comfortable with mutants in society (who the heck would be?) so they develop a cure that can change mutants into regular human beings without superpowers. But to leaders like Professor Charles Xavier and Magneto, mutants are as normal as anyone and in their minds; the government is proposing this ‘cure’ to exterminate the mutant population. This poses a serious dilemma and many lives are lost in a war for identity.

I enjoy the surprises that accompany this flick; nothing heart stopping or predictable. X-Men 3 easily moves; standout acting from Storm, witty one-liners and macho heroics from Wolverine as well as the showcasing of new mutants with advanced talent pull audience members in and take them on an intense ride.

Brett Ratner did his thing, I guess. I’m never too sure how big of a role directors play in these Sci-Fi movies. It’s all graphics, computer enhancement, special effects and creepy music. I’m sure the actors felt silly pretending they had superpowers and all, it must’ve been fun reliving a second childhood on screen. I had fun watching it in the theater. The ending kind of dropped off… could their be another sequel or solo spin-off in the works for one of our beloved X-Men? Stay tuned...

1st of the month

2006-06-01T10:13:00.000-04:00

I've been gone for too long... kids have been running wild, breakin sh*t, eatin' cookies and ice cream for dinner, Kool-Aid and BBQ chips for breakfast, talking back and being disrespectful, not doing their homework and keeping their parents in wretched fear. Not to worry, the man with the leather strap is here. Calm has come... no timeout, no therapy, no punishment by taking away video games; just a good ol', home grown, put you to sleep whoopin'!

My fault for being ghost for like a week, so much has been going down, I've been chasing checks -> looking for work -> writing and reporting for AllHipHop.com [Make sure to check in regularly and tune into the feature and review sections as I am an official contributing writer] and freelance factchecking wherever and whenever I can. Yet and still... I feel I can be pushing myself more. I'm young and there's a whole lot to do. Paying dues sucks, especially when hardly anyone wants to give you a chance and you know your worth, capability and potential. The slow grind is the best one... that's why I stay in reggae clubs.

Shout out to my man Al who came to hang with the kid for Memorial Day weekend. We saw the X-Men movie, The Color Purple on Broadway and ate at SpoonBread. X-Men The Last Stand was cool (cinema city to come), The Color Purple was outstanding! I know I kind of threw shade on Sylvias, but SpoonBread is nowhere in the same realm. The atmosphere was booty, we still waited an hour, food was halfway decent and way overpriced. "This isn't Louisianna catfish," says Al after one bite. The cornbread, ice t and collards savd 'em from my belt. Not worth returning... Damn, should I chalk it up and head back down to Atlanta? Dare I embark on an "I Will Spank Your Kids Eatery" in my native New York? HaHa, restaurant /slash/ daycare.

I'm on the grind...
All the time...
Nothing on my mind but...
I aint playin' wit' ya!

Peace and blessings <> Love Life <> Live 2 Love <> God is good all the time.

Audio Awareness

2006-06-01T09:27:00.000-04:00

E-40 MY GHETTO REPORT CARD “Yay areaaaaa/ like that, tell the people that 40-water is back.” I was always a bright kid, just mischievous and easily bored. In school I averaged around a B/C, although some report cards, it seemed as if the teacher had lost all hope. D for deplorable and F for… “You f’d up.” The latter I would hide from my mother or at my boldest, discard in the trash. E-40 is a veteran in the rap game and giant of the Bay Area, CA. His ability to stay relevant and reinvent his sound and unique verbiage has earned him straight A’s on his Ghetto Report Card.

“You hear 40 new shit/ He on there dumpin’.” This wildfire of an album is filled to the brim with gritty street melodrama and sinister production. Two interludes and eighteen songs… I won’t quote a verse as we know how stupidly ridiculous Mr. Fonzarelli gets on a track. He got a well-deserved ‘Hip-Hop Quotable’ in last month’s issue of The Source for his lead off verse from “Happy To Be Here.” This is where you’ll find a more introspective 40 rapping about his upbringing, the trials and tribulations of growing up “poorer than rain” and learning life’s lessons the hard way.

There’s definitely a lot of classic material on My Ghetto Report Card. Even tracks that aren’t as hot as others are hard to resist because of the consistent production. Who would have thought that The King of Crunk (Lil Jon) and E-40 would collide and make bangin’ music? The infectious lead single “Tell Me When To Go” featuring Keak Da Sneak has brought worldwide attention back to The Bay, once again. This was a brilliant way to introduce the nation to the longstanding, fast-brewing Hyphy movement (R.I.P. Mac Dre) . 40 reinvents himself so well over a Lil Jon track you’d question his hometown, and that’s when he’ll pronounce that he’s “loyal to his soil.” Rick Rock also provides that super-duper fly shit on the soundboard which leads to that out-of-the-box West Coast next level feel. A good vacation from what's played out and tired, a perfect fit for a Boss.

Feature Fanatic

2006-05-24T23:59:00.000-04:00

Make sure to check out my latest feature with rapper Obie Trice. Below is the original intro to the piece not included on AllHipHop.com [I saved the exclusive for you!]

From a distance, one would presume things are good for Obie Trice. The artist’s debut album, Cheers, outsold almost every Detroit solo rapper’s projects. He’s a part of the reigning, Shady/Aftermath machine, and he’s fast approaching a follow-up three years in the making. Closer however, Obie Trice carries a wound in his head from a December attack. With the recent loss of comrade, Proof, the artist has a lot more than sales on his mind.

The city of Detroit weighs heavily on Obie’s heart. The hometown that he loves has not wholly embraced the recent success he’s achieved. As he becomes more financially stable, Detriot’s economy spirals downward and rests on the brink of receivership. 2nd Round’s On Me is cultivated by Obie’s maturity, pain and lyrical hunger. Each track hits hard with contributions from Sick Notes, JR Rotem, Eminem and the Doctor himself. This ghetto superstar’s upcoming album is very promising. Grab a seat and get focused as Obie Trice opens up and allows us to delve inside his frame of mind.

Catch the rest of this feature article at AllHipHop.com

Cinema City

2006-05-23T15:50:00.000-04:00

AKEELAH AND THE BEE

Have you been feeling moderately entertained in theater seats lately? At one time, parents could treat their kids and friends to the movies… Nowadays, they can barely afford to treat themselves to popcorn and soda. With that being said, the quality of movies should in fact skyrocket with the ticket prices, correct? Sadly this hasn't been the case for my social life and bank account. Akeelah and The Bee was more than worth it.

I treated my moms to this PG movie the weekend of Mother's Day and we had a good time. Our society's standards, guidelines and morals have gone awry in this recent decade and a parent should question if their children are safe. This movie not only entertained and inspired, it amazed me. It's a simple story of a young black girl growing up in L.A.'s rough urban terrain. She's an 11-year-old sister, daughter, aunt and bright student that needs direction. Every child in her raggedy public school is a D+ student; of course her steady stream of A's on spelling assignments embarrass her.

But thank God for competition and tournament. Her teacher recognizes her brilliance, mentor [Laurence Fishburne] sees her potential, and the principal sees a chance for light to be shed on his downtrodden district and dilapidated haven of education. Akeelah is the key. Watching old video footage from spelling tournament's past [broadcast on ESPN], Akeelah's eyes light up at a possible chance to be victorious, glorious and proud, for once… But she's hesitant.

Her home life is filled with strife as her father has passed on. Her mom [Angela Bassett] is coping with the stress of working constant overtime shifts and making sure her children take care of homework and stay out of jail. Though a loving mother, she becomes a roadblock on Akeelah's path to freedom. Fishburne plays a retired college professor who strictly tutors Akeelah to hone brilliance. The relationship of their characters is the cornerstone of this movie.

The acting is superb! Little adorable Keke Palmer gets it in. Fishburne [once again] impressively plays another oddball character in Dr. Larabee and Bassett is most convincing as the distant-yet-overbearing mother, Tanya. Is this the 1st time we've seen these two since What's Love Got to Do with It? A little 'something' was there [In Akeelah…] and we all sincerely love those two. Amongst the two giants, Ms. Palmer firmly stands tall and independant. Doug Atchinson receives a standing ovation for a very nice film. The story flowed and was proportionate at all times. No annoying actions or characters, void of potholes, smirks, heavy sighs and raised eyebrows. I don't want to spoil it any further… Go see it. Take a child with you! Black children especially need to see this film. Our community must improve immediately and education is a prime factor. Being smart is not akin to being non-black. This must be hammered into the skulls of our children. The truth is out there. There is no place for illiteracy, ignorance or excuse in today's world.

Building with Sevenn

2006-05-23T00:22:00.000-04:00

because we take the best pictures
dreaming through tears
hating oppression
we see through each other's beautiful misfortune in an office - staring out a window - at a clear blue sky
we break glass and leap
trusting God for once

I was just thinking about you, freestylin'
The type of work I'm doing now is always filled with 1st days and new places
Like I'm gritting my teeth and biding my time
so unrevolutionary
"what about my dreams, God..."

to me your poetry is a combination of history and tomorrow
like when I fly on a plane I hear you speaking
my eyes close
your voice in my headphones
and the pilot is calm - secure like the 23rd psalm
and I wait patiently
cuz this part of my life is just a chapter
page - paragraph - sentence - word
just a poem
knowing history
embracing tomorrow...

Happy Birthday Malcolm X

2006-05-19T12:37:00.000-04:00

R.I.P.

May 19, 1925 - February 21, 1965

In loving memory of Brother Malcolm, please take some time to embark on his legacy and visit the official website to view his biography, chronology, photos and more by selecting the link below.

The Official Website of Malcolm X

Make sure to pick up your copy of The Autobiography of Malcolm X

Professing Propers

2006-05-19T11:23:00.000-04:00

How flows it all? I'm colder than a polar bear's pinky toe right now, feeling better than butter soft leather. When cruising the web at work, I often become a tad bored, imagine that? Previously at InStyle, a colleague of mine introduced me to two sites that offer comic relief. I felt like drizzling ya'll with a lil' Diamond Plus dust so feel blessed; I'll be here alll weekend! This humor is an acquired taste folks. Check these two sites that get the propers...

Married To The Sea

tooth paste for dinner

Audio Awareness

2006-05-17T07:30:00.000-04:00

On this week's edition of "Audio Awareness" I've got to give a huge shout out to the #1 Hip-Hop site on the web that gave me my first break: AllHipHop.com. The sample clips below are the last two music reviews I wrote for the site in April. Just a lil' taste of how ya boy shine and stay tuned to AllHipHop cuz I got some features coming through soon [hopefully next week].

Develop[Mental]1
Just because you play the role, it don’t mean you get the part. Mixtape newbies and comfortable vets take heed, Norcal DJ Icewater is exceptional at mixing posse cuts. The shouting echo of mixtape DJ’s was tired the day the trend began. Smooth blends and precise cuts make for easy listening. NatAural High Records give their artists a bona-fide chance to shine on the Develop[Mental]1 (NatAural High) compilation. The balancing of tables in the rap game has made the masses open-minded for an appropriate change in sonic logic. In other words, the Bay has something significant to offer: a vacation from bullet-riddled, doped up, club soundtracks... select link to read more

Bang For The Buck
Relentlessly determined and optimistic, ugly ducklings are the ones that no one wants: the hideously unloved and underappreciated. As the tale goes, the ill regarded fowl eventually transforms into the beautiful swan, adored by all. This isn't the case for the Long Beach rap trio Ugly Duckling amidst the valiant effort they put forth on their latest full length Bang for the Buck (Fat Beats)... select link to read more

It's a new day and age

2006-05-16T13:16:00.000-04:00

How do you go from fasting to catching the flu all in one day? No excuses for why I've been gone for such a long time and the last few posts were extremely brief [Verbal Abortion took a lot out of me] but I'm here, and that's the mood I'm in. I was supposed to start freelancing with Black Enterprise today. Yesterday I was at Vibe trying to get some paper. But halfway through the day I just felt horrible; headache, dizzy, stomach hurt, weak in the knees, I'm thinking it's from fasting. But I came home, took a nap, woke up and felt worse. So I had the in-house doctor prescribe some chicken noodle and thera-flu. I swear, I was shaking like a feen last night! My whole body was ice cold one second, then hot like an oven the next. I'm just now getting out of bed at 1. I aint trippin' cuz God got me, I'll be 100% better in a few hours.

Why was I fasting? Well, this weekend and the weeks prior I've been eating too much. In the past I've been a health nut but lately, my gym membership has turned into monthly donations and I've been eating and drinking everything. I went to Red Lobster this weekend with my lady, then on Mother's Day my family and I went to Sylvia's in Harlem. It was our last time. We waited an hour to get seated, and there were nothing but foreign tourists in there. They have the nerve to charge $20 a plate for soul food with 18% gratuity included. It's a wrap! Check out SpoonBread, that's about to be my next spot. They cater Dizzy's Jazz Club and the food is bangin', way way better than Sylvia's. But anyway, I had the itis all weekend. I had fasted for a week in the past and was real proud of myself. My body felt great afterwards even though it got a little difficult towards the end. Yesterday, I guess was just bad timing cuz I'm losing money and face today. Everything happens for a reason. I'm sick dammitt! Draw me a hot bath and rub some Vicks on my chest!

A lot has been going on in the world today. Did you hear about Bush trying to send troops to the Mexican border? Damn, what part of the game is that... Did you peep the letter the president of Iran, Mahmood Ahmadi-Najad wrote to President Bush, giving him the business? My girl Seedofeve has been keeping me up-to-date with all the suffering of children and devastation around the world... There's a lot going down and if you don't maintain, it can easily break you. I just plan on praying a lot more, hugging my family and telling them I love them, laughing with my friends and treating my lady like a princess. You've got to remember that God is good, but the devil is alive. Be aware and prepared. Always keep the faith.

Place you b4 they do

2006-05-05T11:36:00.000-04:00

Sorry, Subway Rulez

2006-05-05T11:35:00.000-04:00

I will only give up my seat for old folks, pregnant women and the handicapped.

masterpiece mindstate massahpeace myndestayt

2006-05-01T11:56:00.000-04:00

masterpiece mindstate
weigh both sides and let time pay
never hustle hard enough striving for the grind date
who am I and who do I want to be
is it possible
to be lost for eternity
being misunderstood makes it harder for me to comprehend
de-tached lyrics and
rehashed spirits
never been a gimmick
I always try to look the truth in the eye
though it burns i've got to man up and visualize
a clear path
don't wanna be that old head wit' regrets
war stories
the streets never recognize the vets
may be the best but the next is gon' claim their spot
I reinvent who I am just to stay on top...

...but the bottom won't let you forget
walking tall trying to perfect your stride
run through walls
tip-toe for dough
being forced to swallow your tongue and hide your pride
even when the money is slow and hope is low
blessings to be thankful for will show how a rose could grow
miracles make many
doubt causes drought

keep faith close keep faith close
talk to God and study the word> the word is for you to study
direction, advice, honest reflection is nice for the soul to replenish on ice
{pull-a-heist-wit'-ur-heart-on-the-mic-device-strike-smart-like-a-Cobra-precise}

the devil is everywhere — in the world <> in the mind
but there's always help along the way
crown yourself
they won't understand so stand above all and don't break
you can bend like elbows and daddies for daughters
tally the slaughter and war is just apart of the mindstate
peace is ideal
but more is just apart of the myndestayt
you gotta be a slave in order for the master to exist
and freedom
is just apart of the mindstate

Verbal Abortion

2006-04-25T21:36:00.000-04:00

Ponder if you may the ongoing theme of rap lyrics today. After throwing away countless mixtapes, fast-forwarding and shaking my head at weak freestyles in dismay, I wonder… Rap doesn’t really seem cool anymore or worth defending. Where’s the effort, out of the box thinking and creativity? Indeed, it’s extremely important to shed light on one’s social standings, worldly conditions and aspirations but it seems as if everyone is on one block, with one occupation, identical experiences and birthed from the same momma (style-wise).

It's the new escape, revolutionized hustle that's better than basketball! Regarding choices in the hood, Biggie said it best, "Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot." Although most kids hoop dreams dissipitate early [teenage to early 20's], anyone in the world can rap at any age. You don't have to be athletic, talented, or a hard worker [like when qualifying for the NBA]. All can partake; the good, bad, ugly, rich and poor of any race. This is dope because it leaves the art open to infinite sounds and possibilites, so why in Rap America, does it feel like we're stagnated musically, dependant on popular names and themes, sonic formulas and corporate discipline?

The game has been flooded with too many losers and wannabees. Wether Drug Czars or Al Capone imitations, [on the mic] why should fans want to relate and how could they possibly ever believe you? Don't get it twisted, I like this shit in doses people, infused with talent and creative energy. But it has become a style, and the style in my opinion, is getting played out. The terrible condition of drugs, poverty and violence in our community has and always will exist. We're not yet sure if the same can be said for Rap music [God help us].

Let me say this: just because you may have had a common experience or situation does not mean that's all you talk about. Also: having any amount of street-cred does not certify you as an MC at all. At all! Stop it. So what you sold this or shot that person or were imprisoned, why are you rapping? Why? There are also a lot of young minds belonging to many different age groups that feel threatened by the notion of rap being really what it is= poetry and entertainment. It's a business, as far as the industry of making and selling music and a craft/artform to MC. At least it should be.

Don't be fooled by the ones claiming 'realness'. Like Dave Chappelle showed us all [Chappelle's Show: When keeping it real goes wrong], there's a fine line between keeping it real and being irresponsible and thoughtless. Many striving emcees want a rep so bad and are thrilled with certain lifestyles, characters and actions that they go out and act 'extra' just to solidify it behind a 16 bar verse. How crazy is that? Hip-Hop is about being yourself. And Mc'ing is about who is the nicest and most creative. Everyone loves good people; real, authentic, intelligent individuals. And that has nothing to do with your lifestyle. The gangsters and tough guys' story always come to a tragic end [History repeats itself people, please learn from others].

Do you honestly want to go to jail, or end up living the rest of your life there, dying while incarcerated? What part of the game is that? And we know off bat that that's one of the end results of the lifestyle being bragged about on wax. Anyone who's been to prison and has a sane mind will tell you that it's not the place to be. And the way they're being privatized today and the population makeup, it looks like slavery all over again. Death and violence are apart of life but to go out of your way to bring that energy around is viscously wrong. Have you been to a funeral or lost someone close, to violence? A young person at that? It's hell and agony. So why are so many of our young talent speaking these circumstances into existence? Are they voicing what goes on in their environment, or just ignorant and numb to what's real? Just like our elders have a responsibility to guide and give us direction, we have a responsibility to carry the torch on and take it to the next level. Stagnation is not acceptable.

The people dictate what they're willing to tolerate and that's along the lines of music and politics. Anytime the ones in power get too comfortable and start feeling themselves, disaster is bound to happen. Art isn't wealthy and freedom comes at a great cost. I just feel wholly uninspired and fucked up that such an amazing movement and art form is in a state that I can't fully understand, enjoy or respect at the moment.

Happy 50th Post!

2006-04-25T21:10:00.000-04:00

I made it! Happy 50th anniversary to me. 5 months = 50 posts. I will honor this special post with a Hip-Hop quotable from my favorite MC and the unveiling of a new site with a fresh-off-the-press music review for the album Prince of the Plains. The link is in the galaxy under CHAPEL. Make sure to check it out, you might learn a 'lil somethin'. Thanks for all your support.

Glory
Getting chubby like I'm never gon' eat again breathe before the reaper ends my existence
I make love to young queens faking their resistance
Trying to hold off on lust they feel from a distance
Plant seeds in fertile soil scrub flesh with almond soap and bless my frame with Egyptian oils
-Without prayer your existence spoils
Allah is watching
So why should I fear the Bigger Brother when my father promised that I would reign over others
Was once murdered in the millions and thought he didn't love us
My strength is tested on a daily word to Alex Haley
I know you waited for me
And I am here to save you
Without a 38 special pressed against my navel
I won't explain how the game came and transformed me
Before I thought a pen and pad could do nothing for me
I'm 22 and feel close to 40
So when I go I'll leave the world with the truest story

-Chapel

Audio Awareness

2006-04-20T14:10:00.000-04:00

Two for one-> The visitor not only gets a chance to learn about new music from their favorite artists but also is blessed with a bomb interview to match. In this post I will be showcasing two individuals who have a strong tenure in the rap game. These two quality mc's from the South, before it was popularized as being duurty, are on the right track. I was honored to interview B.G. for Hiphopgame.com. As well as Scarface as he presented The Product One Hunnid for Allhiphop.com. I can't give reviews on their actual albums yet [from the songs I previewed the albums should be official. I'd be shocked if it was anything less than **** which is the general consensus in your around-the-way Hip-Hop mag.] These are good dudes that make quality music so go out and support!

Words in green represent the link to the interview I conducted on the actual websites. Words in red represent the link to amazon.com if you'd like to purchase and read a further review of the artist's album.

Scarface & The Product: Training Day
Scarface presents The Product, One Hunnid

B.G. Survivor
The Heart of the Streetz Vol. 2: I am what I am

Long time coming

2006-04-18T03:16:00.000-04:00

Hours turned into days, and days became a week+ without a post from yours truly. A world of events, emotion and energy have passed before me and through me and I'm relieved to say that I have experienced it and am still here, stronger and more focused than ever before. Rarely do I get personal with my posts but I really feel the need to expound on this past weekend. Here goes...

Last Last Week
On the seventh of April I completed my freelance duties and previous internship at an illustrious magazine under the Time Inc. umbrella. The education continued after college as I realized it can be pretty intense and frustrating when seeking employment. I kept a journal of my 1st and only internship experience. Dedicating myself 100% to this magazine peeked my interest in journalism and the publishing industry. I'd never taken a class before but have always been an avid reader and one who subscribes to magazines [Time, Men's Health, XXL, Sports Illustrated, Black Enterprise, KING]. Me beginning to embrace myself as a writer also developed during this time and my blog has evolved before your very eyes. I really learned a lot about who I am, where I want to go and what I'd like to do. I gained an amazing amount of contacts and friends. It wasn't hard humbling myself and seeking wisdom from others. I started thinking less cash- more experience and knowledge. I hustled my ass off, which I felt was pretty basic [Always room for improvement and elevation] and met with interns, assistants, freelancers, copyeditors, top editors, directors, managing editors, executives, editor-in-chiefs and presidents of a few magazines. They all showed me a tremendous amount of love, shared solid advice and encouragement. I've gained a new confidence in myself and feel even more prepared to excel anywhere. I came out the gate saying New York City is mine and I meant it. God is good.

This past weekend
Originally deemed as a 'kick in the nuts' weekend, honesty and appreciation came forth and I thank God for every breath of life and new experience. My Uncle Teddy passed this weekend. He was a great man. I never got a chance to really talk to him at length or know him that well, all I knew was that he was an amazing surgeon at Howard Hospital in DC for a very long time, a great father, grandfather, uncle, brother, husband and friend. He had a good heart and resilient spirit, a stand-up guy with a hard nosed Jamaican work ethic and concrete family values. As soon as I finished the 4-hour trip from NY to DC I breezed through the old Howard campus, then went to the hospital. Family and friends were there and I wanted to see him and show my support. It was rough. He was in a coma and on life support. I just prayed for God to bless the family and let his will be done. I will miss Uncle Teddy. My prayers and condolence go out to the Warner family at this time.

A pollen party and cherry blossom charity, sounds corny, but along with the warm weather, beautiful women, bomb ass interview with an up-and-coming African American director outta Cali and me uniting with a few friends, allergies whooped my ass in DC this past weekend. Every symptom arose and I was eye-dropping and pill-popping hoping for a miracle. The first night when we returned to my former roommate's spot I opened the trunk to my Cam and realized I had forgotten my clothes. What?? Yea homey, the fly button downs, slacks, guess jeans and leather belt was left in the suit bag, in the closet, in the bedroom, in Mom dukes NY castle. Glad I had fresh draws and socks.

Next day, myself and Al, rolled out to the District and I picked up some crispy T's and undershirts. We got to catching up on the latest and bar hopped in Adams Morgan from like 6-12. It was cool and the sky was beautiful. I didn't get wasted either- a few beers, game a pool, boxing match, laughs, convo and good food, and seeing some old friends made for a nice, safe evening.

Saturday I moved out early and got a chance to meet my close friend's 9 week old daughter Mylie. Gorgeous! It was cool seeing my friend as a new father with a fresh new home in a quiet neighborhood. I'm real proud of him. We've been through a whole lot, been in a lot of different spots and I gained tons of knowledge and picked up a lot of game from dude. He adopted me as a little brother when I was 19 and never did me wrong. I got the most love and respect for the big homey and I pray many blessings go to his family.

I met with my ex-girl. It feels weird saying that cuz we never had any serious titles on us to begin with. We just shared a real close bond like no other. I believe we officially got deep like 9/1/04 but after about 5, 6 months it was on and off and the steady relationship part kind of faded. We stayed in touch and confessed our love and appreciation for one another. I got a lot of deep feelings for ol' girl, but I don't think a relationship was the best look for us. Anyway what I'm getting at... we went out to lunch after I left my friend and she told me off bat, she had to let me know that she met someone and that they really care about each other. I guess I was cool with it. I want her to be happy. She deserves someone special to hold her down and it seems like he's here. It was a lil' shock but I could have expected that a year ago. I had done my thing here and there but no one really got to that level with me... I was cool in person but later on I just felt a little hurt. It was official, shorty is someone else's woman now and everything is cemented. That chapter is closed.

Sunday I left early and touched down in NY around 4pm. Got my car washed and went to my aunt's house to celebrate Easter. My cousin's family was up from Cleveland so it was good seeing him as well as the rest of my family. Being there made me feel better after the trying weekend. Some serious convos were in the air about family members, sports and politics. I got a chance to play with my little cousins who are growing up so fast. The food was banging and I enjoyed just enough to make it home in time for the Sopranos. This season has been nothing short of dope. I finally started to feel comfortable... until I saw my phone bill for $135! I'm hoping some serious, SERIOUS blessings are in store for the kid. God is good- 'All the time' and all the time 'God is good.'

PEACE

Are there any bloggers out there with great minds?

2006-04-06T10:02:00.000-04:00

Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.

Eleanor Roosevelt
US diplomat & reformer (1884 - 1962)

25 Favorites

2006-04-05T14:33:00.000-04:00

So I said, why not write a list...

Food Spot
Pizza (Mikes on Lake street)- affordable, simple, fast and a good variety

Drink
'Beautiful' (Hennessy and Grand Marnier)- smooth taste, feel like a millionaire

Fruit
Grapes- Juicy, good for digestion and hangovers, easy to share

Work Out Equipment
Swiss Ball- From crunches to push ups and stretching, you can do everything without feeling the strain

Jeans
Guess- veterans in the jean game, good cut and feel

Top
Winter- Hoodie/Champion
Summer- White T/Galaxy

Brand Apparel
Ralph Lauren/Polo- Timeless, comfortable, simple style

Sneaker
Nike- 'The flyest'- Jordans and Dunks, nuff said

Accessory
Hats- New Era fitteds, Kangol, Tam, wool cap

Weapon
Mind- I control the world around me

Signature move- Fellas
Iron fist- Mass destruction to your whole *ish

Signature move- Ladies
Kiss of life- Opens all doors

Person
Moms- There is no me without She

Place
Howard University- The Mecca

Girl
My woman is amazing- I'll sacrifice

Car
My Camry is family

Console
XBOX- Best graphics

Game
Madden- Different teams, play calling and competitive energy is ridiculous

Sport
Basketball- Anytime, anyplace

Phone
Samsung- T-Mobile and finally, I can't complain

Addiction
Candy- I'm still planning to jux Willy Wonka

Month
July- Perfect time to get fly

Color
Burgandy- Rich, shows depth

Music
Rap- The audio earthquake- forever changing, impossible to control

Leader
Martin Luther King Jr. - Imperfect, yet immeasurable. Fearless, faithful and forgiving.

Champions

2006-04-04T10:09:00.000-04:00

Congratulations to the Florida Gators on their victory over the UCLA Bruins on Monday, April 3rd, 2006. Score: 73-57. This is the University of Florida's first NCAA Championship. The Gators are usually regarded as a superior football team with the likes of the Miami Hurricanes and 'Legendary FSU.' But I'm proud of their men's basketball team. I had an itch they would make a run through March Madness and the tournament, destroying nationwide brackets. With the current string of upsets in the past few years, betting should start to become a lot more interesting.

Last year was one of the best tournaments ever. I watched most of March Madness in Chicago on spring break with my roommate's family. And the finish was picture perfect with my North Carolina tarheels winning the crown.

Billy Donovan's squad played to perfection and went into the final game confident after blowing out the majority of the teams they faced in the tournament. An unselfish, athletic and durable team comprised of blazing shooters and dominant big men spell trouble for any squad they face on the hardwood. Sophomores Corey Brewer and Joakim Noah played like All Stars, with Noah breaking an NCAA record for blocks in the tournament [29] and being voted most outstanding player in the Final Four. Junior, Lee Humphrey shot 3-point missiles through UCLA's hope of a comeback.

This solid young group of athletes work together extremely well. Combining speed, stamina, height, depth, accuracy, power and intimidation... With a relentless coach wearing the championship belt... Does this usher in a new reign for the orange and blue? For Roy Williams' Tar Heels and Bobby Bowden's Seminoles, hopefully not!

Cinema City

2006-04-03T17:34:00.000-04:00

Atlanta
ATL Shawty!! Wow, T.I. actually has dudes in New York saying 'Shawty'. Thank God for Hip-Hop. I was kind of surprised that this was a roller skating movie. It was marketed as a Hip-Hop flick, repping for the Dirty featuring the Southern King of Rap. Well, now he says the King - period.

This is a great teen flick. T.I., 26 year old rapper, pulling it off as a high school student, works. Lauren London is an amateur actress with potential [around the way dime-piece]. Big Boi did his thing as the local drug chief. His charisma on screen was humorous and actions believable. The stylist had his wardrobe, for once, much improved. Colorful, matching and clean. Apparently roller skating is big in the South. The movie centers around young black high school students in Atlanta, trying to find their way in life and avoid the dangerous pitfalls that lie ahead. The script was mediocre, and with that said, you couldn't expect too much from the cast. The biggest star was T.I., 'rappers takin' all the good acting jobs.' The music was tight, and Jazze Pha's big mouth and 'DJ belly' provided the vibrant energy at the skating rink.

As a youth, I was an avid roller skater. Nothing as serious as this flick; with the skating crews, outfits and competitions. Saturdays when my mom had stuff to do, she would drop me off at the center with my best friend and we both tried not to bust our asses too bad on eight wheels, or get shut down by the local cutie-pie. And it's those fond memories that ATL bring back to life and glamourize. I had fun in the theater and there were positive, enlightening gems sprinkled throughout the PG-13 flick. Amongst the fresh crop of new faces, veteran actors Keith David and Jason Weaver represented. David usually provides solid foundation in his films while Weaver has been know to steal the spotlight. I appreciated that the movie tried to spark awareness and provide a message. It was tasteful and the cinematography, color and pace of the film were well executed. Kudos to Chris Robinson, one of my favorite music video directors making the jump to the big screen. More African American producers and directors are needed in Hollywood, and with Will Smith and Dallas Austin chipping in on production, this was a good way to make a grand entrance. What you know about that??

As far as sex goes

2006-03-31T18:13:00.000-05:00

As far as sex goes, is there more pressure on men than women to perform? Men can be selfish and domineering while women are often badgering and particular. What's to be done?

We all know how important a great sex life is. Shit, an active sex life no matter what is wonderful, especially if you're used to loving yourself. But it is a problem when that becomes the preference... hmmm... Does this come from lack of satisfaction or insecurity? Both. The Ying and Yang is prevalent everywhere. Shy people can be slow to move, irritating and bland, why the super freak can come across as overly aggressive, unhealthy and void of limits or standards. Thank the Most High for a middle ground because comfort zones should be smashed and compromises erected (pun intended).

As far as man and woman, both sides find it hard to agree on the above issue regarding sexual merit and responsibility. Let's break it down. Women should be willing and able, as heterosexual men always have their hand raised if a question of the willing should arise. That's about it. Women do have to compete with the media image of 'the beautiful woman' but men don't really care. Men have their perceptions, fantasies and can often be like dogs when it comes to sex. Honestly. Wanting a good woman and good sex are two different goals that men hope to combine and vice versa. So, majority of the time, foreplay takes place in order for the woman to become aroused (If the usual instant boner doesn't happen for men, they take a pill or see a shrink). She chooses if she wants to have sex whenever she's ready. A secure mind, relaxed body, some morning dew on the Queendom and she's ready to go. All the guy has to do is step up to the plate. Let us breeze through a few of the many rules on a woman's tablet for entrance into ecstasy.

The man must have an erection to perform sexually. Women prefer the penis size to be anywhere between 6-10 inches, if not more or less depending on the lady. Stylistically, to each is own regarding details of the member and stroke. Women crave confidence, affection, attention and testosterone. The right combination of barbaric warrior and suave, tender, patient Romeo is ideal. Oh and time. While five minutes of passion is usually inappropriate and may incite violence or verbal abuse, a marathon of an hour to two hours plus can get out of hand. Twenty five minute sessions with breaks is cool. Then the cuddle factor comes into play and... It's a whole lot! And even after all of the good stuff is accomplished, the woman may not be satisfied. Guys survive. Pornos, strip clubs, deep meditation and 60 seconds of utopia. Men are just happy to be there.

I don't have the perfect answers to great sex, I was just trying to clear my head and balance things out, provide a better understanding for myself and readers. Things are crazier than ever nowadays with the sharp incline of HIV patients and STD graduates. At times, it seems our choices lie between a visit to the abortion clinic or a baby shower. Intelligent optimism is a necessity.

All life is magnificent and sex is the best experience on earth. I'd love one million dollars right now, even one hundred million, but if I could never ever have sex again... You can take it all back. In my opinion, the key to great sex is being open minded, patient and generous. No one is perfect. Models, celebrities and athletes included, we were all made purposefully imperfect. So the obsession to be perfect and putting pressure on others to be, is a huge waste of time and insecurities are gross parasites. Open lines of communication are most important and when we realize that having a moderately compatible mate is special, we'll be fine. We should all be happy to be here, together.

Feed the Brain: Another must read

2006-03-30T01:54:00.000-05:00

How to Win Friends & Influence People

I know book reviews are usually given after someone has finished reading a particular book... But I couldn't wait and am always reading two to three books at once [not cocky, just weird]. This book is a classic, copy written in 1936 but continuously revised and updated [Over 15 million copies sold].

Dale Carnegie is a distinguished gentleman and intelligent/brilliant communicator. The book helps the reader play nice with others, diffuse stress and make the best out of every situation so all parties are satisfied. The practice of thoughtfulness and humility will lead to success. Now I must finish and re-read the book. Pocket size make for productive train rides.

"Some fundamental techniques on handling people..."

*Don't criticize, condemn or complain

*Give honest and sincere appreciation

*Arouse in the other person an eager want

Audio Awareness

2006-03-30T01:43:00.000-05:00

“What you doin’ on our turf punk… I got a message for Smokey.” The Education of Sonny Carson, our personal introduction to Dennis Coles, Tony Starks, Ghostface Killah, raw and uncut. Released on Razorsharp/Epic in 1996, the Ironman album came off dripping with juice from the classic 'Only Built for Cuban Linx' where Ghost co-hosted Reakwon with lectures about Gambino crime stories filtering out of Shaolin. Brolic Gold chains, designer coats and of course, the immortal multi-colored wallabees. Do you know how many Clarks I purchased and dyed, windows open, bedroom foggy? The album flew in like a Condor, perched on top of your stereo, and just stared at you. Then it screamed.

Rza should sonically be compared to Stevie Wonder or Curtis Mayfield for the amount of off the wall, doped up, impressive stratospheric music he produced! The man was untouchable. Every cut was strong. There is no wasted energy or bars, the Clan went in and Ghost held back nothing. Young artists of today pay attention, that’s love for the craft and devotion to fans. Camay told me how to talk to a woman. Motherless Child had me walking the streets with my hand on an orange box cutter. Jaws agape, I sat motionless absorbing Wildflower. Black Jesus astonished. I’m not just talking about the rhymes or a hot beat. The whole thing people, front to back. And I’m not a groupie, I’m a hater, but real recognize real. This album constantly gets overlooked and 'Cuban Linx' gets its props, but 'Ironman' was my joint. The Condor flew in with flavor and set the Wu further apart from the world.

“Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump. Let me get mine first, after that ya’ll can do what you wanna do.” This really could have been Cuban Linx part two- the storytelling and guest verses from Cappadonna were ridiculous, Rae came off remarkable. Daytona 500: Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac’ relax layback sell a grenade a day it pays black- Reakwon.
260: Peace Kiana, what’s up wit’ your girlfriend Wanda/ she drive a cream Honda with legs like Jane Fonda- Ghostface.
Winter Warz: You stuck on stupid like I’m stuck on the map… Bitch, you aint got nothing on the rich/ every other day my whole dress code switch-Cappadona.

From the bottom of my heart, I miss music like this. I’m glad I got a chance to experience and appreciate this when it came out. That era sadly… is long gone never to return.

The Lewinsky Files

2006-03-30T00:17:00.000-05:00

Friends and family turned against me like Clinton did Lewinsky
And the only thing my mouth ever came close to was a mic
Call my open mics fight night divided souls battling wit precise contact bloody wounds ignorant babbling I rap like cocoons
Life force shatter when I glow like the moon illuminate and flow ‘till the whole entire world is doomed
You want to be spoon-fed
I lead you to no stream use chopsticks and intuitive optics to separate and finalize my plans on getting cream I apologize
I often stray from the topic when my eyes are on the prize.

Right
They turned against me even after I offered them a Bentley to stay
Satan temps me with angry thoughts for them to go far away and decay I pray that my prey find a way to avoid hell because I carry it in each shell.

Gun blasts for the mass population for hatin' my Jamaican ass all of creation plus half of Mars population gave me shaft
Fuck you too
I’m the shit that tricks you into stomping on the flaming paper bag on your doorstep I wish you knew
Never forgive or forget slaughter all those participating in new world orders
Quarter of a century almost reached
Contract founded on respect breached now they use the Internet to teach and raunchy uneducated unfaithful insincere rap lyrics to influence my children’s speech
But ima stay building even with their backs turned
Willingly compose those pros that outweigh the convicts I oppose like little boys losing the innocence of they butt holes in convents
By someone whose supposed to be God-sent
Because the ones turning their backs on me are filled with nonsense
So me unfazed doing 360-degree backspins on my axis will always be constant.

Cinema City

2006-03-29T18:14:00.000-05:00

Inside Man

Denzel as a cop… again? Oh, this time as a charming hostage negotiator, right, big stretch. Luckily we love Denzel in any role and he stands out exceptionally in every film he’s done. Is it his comfort on set, interaction with co-stars or his confident familiar energy and surreal emotion? It was good to see Denzel and Spike together once again. Even better that Spike didn’t make a special guest appearance. I appreciate Lee as a director because he assembles the best cast; soundman, cine, stunts, score, edits, everything was official! What I like most about this piece is that there was no lag or break point. Ricocheting like a pinball machine, an audience member had no choice but to laugh at the simple boob-humor, salivate over the money/jewels and ponder what really happened way back when to make this bank-robber so cool and set on victory.

Spike proves successful and complete when directing movies for a broad audience. This isn’t 'Dog Day Afternoon' or 'Heat'. It was a simple, smart, classy bank robbery captured through Mr. Lee’s lens. The flick is star studded: choosing Jodie Foster to play the sexy business go-between, Madeline White, was new. Christopher Plummer, as Arthur Case was the tame millionare banker with a questionable past and Clive Owen, as Dalton Russel brilliantly planned an impeccable bank robbery.

These are pros ladies and gents, most have gold statues. Even the co-co stars and extras ‘acted’ and made you forget you were in the dark trying to avoid stepping on gum and restraining from chastising the teens chatting near the front. This movie is worth seeing. I didn’t leave disappointed or with any lingering question marks or angry exclamation points over my head.

A Course in Miracles

2006-03-24T17:50:00.000-05:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear our presence automatically liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson

Words- B.E.

2006-03-24T11:11:00.000-05:00

My poems are usually a reflection
I feel like that's what creativity is: a reflection of truth inspired by God
Someone will always try and judge, cage, kill, package and sell creativity and truth

The people are responsible for it's freedom
And their own

Rob the jewelry store, tell 'em make me a grill!

2006-03-16T22:35:00.000-05:00

The Come Up
*Peace to my mentors guiding and encouraging, keeping me strong, humble, hungry and focused. My love and appreciation, now and forever... God sent you.

You've got to get it... you have to go out and get it. Anything you want in this world, you've got to balance that aggressive edge and patient nerve then make it happen. I have picked up so much jewelry this week! No trips to the Diamond district, Jacob or the Iceman... jewels, gems, wisdom... that priceless sh*t. "God is good-> all the time, and all the time"... yeah, you know the rest. I've been blessed to be introduced to, sit down and have conversations, chat briefly on the phone with and print out email correspondence between brilliant people and myself. August 9th was a big day for the kid and to think, I was once anti-internship. But yeah, the rose gold Cuban link knowledge and advice I've caught since... I'll freak it like this:

*Focus your energy
*Manage your career and finances
*People are important [Make an effort to network, show appreciation and respect]
*Embrace yourself [Only you know your heart and true capabilities]
*What works for someone else might not work for you
*Listen first
*Keep a positive attitude and strong faith
*Plan
*Polish your craft
*Consistently reevaluate your life
*Strive to build a golden reputation and work ethic
*Stay healthy [Mental, physical and spiritual]

That's just off top, you know there's a book with like a thousand joints but a dozen or so should hold you down. Every human being has something valuable to offer, whether it's their story, their experience, inspirational joy or humiliating mistakes. To listen and learn is better than a check. "Money can be lost or stolen but knowledge is golden." Ahhh, you like that right there, that was a freestyle [No gun, crack or whore reference necessary].

Regardless if rappers have made it a trend, everyones favorite movie is Scarface. It's a classic and not for the tacky accent or excessive violence, though that proved humorous and exciting, the acting was brilliant, set design, wardrobe, edits, score, cinematography, there were a lot of good people in front of and behind the camera. Shout out to those in the office cutting and collecting checks. What I feel people loved most is the story. This criminal/refugee, paying his dues and coming up from nothing, who honestly believed the world was his and took it all in to make something for himself: 'no chicas, cars, clothes, ahh the f**king onions, shootouts, and of course the pathetic lack of money.' But that's when I loved Tony the most, because he wanted what was coming to him so badly he could taste it, was willing to die and kill to make it his; "the world chico, and everything in it, so... smile for me daddy."

*10, 9, 8, 7... Countdown to the unveiling of the new and improved:
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I wish I had another hand, to give this child 3 thumbs up!

2006-03-14T16:13:00.000-05:00

Poet Autum Ashante, author of "White Nationalism Put U in Bondage"

The truest definition of keeping it real, honest, educated and courageous. Preach!

The Journal News

ABC: Video

All or Nothing

2006-03-14T00:52:00.000-05:00

I recently had the chance to watch Through the Fire, a documentary on rising basketball star and NYC high school legend Sebastian Telfair. The two hour doc on his rise from the hardships of Coney Island, to leadership of Lincoln's 3-time championship basketball team, and stressful ping-pong between attending the University of Louisville or making the jump to the NBA, is filled with explosive athleticism, sneaker deals, bentleys, homicide, courage, disappointment, and jubilation. ESPN presented the documentary to audiences nationwide this past Sunday. It is by far, the best basketball doc yet. It's real, yet not depressing, beautiful and not contrived. This is the story of every young black boy in America... has been for the past 20-30 years. Jonathan Hock brilliantly captured the Telfair story and showed the huge part that family played in supporting their young prince. Hard work, dedication and faith will take one a very long way.

Gordon Parks, 1912-2006

2006-03-09T22:51:00.000-05:00

An American legend who will be forever appreciated and truly missed; the embodiment of inspiration.

A Revolution

2006-03-08T02:18:00.000-05:00

Now
The revolution is rarely whispered as old niggas chastise and new niggers baptize themselves in alcohol
Intellectual debates on grey goose and old english
Fucking up while the goals diminish
Fucking ‘till the soul’s finished
Daddy used to be our spinach
Until he left
Now Momma gotta be all things
Big and small
We mumble into cell phones
Yell at the tv
Rarely ever wonder about our history
Or whisper of a revolution

B.E.

EYES

2006-03-08T01:25:00.000-05:00

I see eyes that cry
That hurt and lie
Eyes that seek and hope and hide and fear
Shining eyes that paint the world and translate the unspoken
Your eyes I see when mine close
Two unique gemstones that God chose
So fierce I will not melt under your eyes
My face warms and a smile appears
There’s love here
Colors so bright unbearable to sight
I turn away and cover up
Don’t want you to see
Can only let you read in segments
Pieces of heaven
In me

B.E.

Week in Review

2006-03-05T22:05:00.000-05:00

I fasted for the first time last week, just to prove to myself that I could do it. It wasn't easy or hard it was just a matter of discipline. The body can actually go without food for quite some time without beginning to feel hungry. It's a mental thing. Funny how we often let our brains takeover instead of being in total control. I saved money and feel good physically. When fasting, make sure to pace yourself and get a good amount of rest. This will provide conserved, focused energy for the day.

This past week I also began to read the Holy Quran. It's a new step. Although raised Baptist, I'm not declaring a new faith I just need to know about the world around me, politically, historically and spiritually. I'm enjoying it so far. I used to read the Bible a lot when I was younger and teachings from the TAO, but I've yet to read the Torah or Quran. A few pages every morning has been positive, healthy and insightful thus far.

With a few colleagues from work I saw Cyris Chestnut and his band perform at the Lincoln Center. I don't remember the last time I enjoyed live jazz. The music and food at Dizzy's was exceptional. I enjoyed myself and the attractive company. I realize every moment how blessed I am and demand myself to live, enjoy and appreciate all that life has to offer.

I purchased two CD's: Michael Jackson's #1's and Rick James: The Ultimate Collection. The best CD's I've bought in a very very long time. Every song is a 10. I drove miles and miles this weekend with my new car stereo system and was just in a zone. That's therapy for me; taking a drive with some good music. I felt sad listening to Michael. No matter what, he will always be the best ever. His musical excellence, talent/image and influence transcends color, time and genre. It's just a shame how things went down... also, I realized how much of a beast Rick James was! An extremely talented guitar player with an amazing voice. His music was alive, passionate and fun.

I've been getting some great feedback on my blog which really means a lot. As an intern last year, I wrote a journal just to preserve the memory and started writing music reviews. The next step was a post on my own blog and it's just grown amazingly. I really and truly appreciate the support and comments. I'm real relaxed with each post but I try hard to make sure that the story is on point, not too subjective, has solid research and is perfect. I will continue to stay up to date, post relevant issues and venture outside of the box.

The world is yours...

Dave Chappelle's Block Party

2006-03-02T16:58:00.000-05:00

I have genuine love for Dave Chappelle, who with his raw talent has basically devoted his life to comedy. Professionally making someone laugh is one of the hardest things to do and he excels and amazes time and time again.

Freshman year of college, my best friend and I watched the “Killin' Them Softly” HBO special everyday in the dorm. Comedic genius, a natural, the 2nd coming to RP; this around the way joe never once misused our attention or betrayed our loyalty.

When the War on Terror gained momentum, D.C. came to the rescue with “Chappelle's Show”. Combing political satire and slapstick buffoonery with timeless humor was the remedy for everything wrong and unsatisfied.

Then it all became still… $50 mil, Africa, supposed psychiatric help, mental and emotional breakdown linked to drug use… what happened? The media loves gossip and celebrity crucifixion, many times sparking both. If you haven't seen Dave on Oprah or Inside the Actors studio with James Lipton you missed out big time. Dave is doing all right. He's a human being and creative spirit that felt the pressures of an overbearing corporation, responsibility to the African American community, an "I'm rich bitch!" contract increase, and the normal issues of being a Black man in America. Hollywood is crazy and entertainer's lives are public property: the price of fame.

I urge everyone to go out and see Chappelle's Block Party. With the price of movies and snacks nowadays, it's more than worth it. Michel Gondry puts together a heartfelt masterpiece. A free block party was thrown in 2004, Brooklyn-style. I got a sneak-preview pass to the film, and even in my seat it was one of those 'I should have been there' moments. When or where would you ever be able to see Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, The Roots, Dead Prez, Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, Kanye West and The Fugees perform all on one stage hosted by Dave Chappelle? If there was ever a no-brainer… see it twice. And, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane made a guest appearance with The Roots. Damn! The other parts of the film were real cool. Viewers get to see Dave interact with fellow residents of his small town in Ohio. He passed out free bus and hotel tickets for people to come see the show in New York and invited a local high school marching band to play. A human, compassionate side of Dave was shown… the characters and jokes is entertainment baby! I could go on but I really don't want to say anymore. If I see Dave in the street I will shake his hand, tell him that I'm real proud of him and to keep up the good work. That brother is very necessary.

http://www.chappellesblockparty.com/

My Rushmore

2006-03-01T17:32:00.000-05:00

The Great American Storyteller

Toni Morrison displays black brilliance and a universal conscience in her writing. Combining poetry, supreme literary skill and imaginative genius; the opening of one of her many novels is a door to another world that may indeed read closely familiar. She tells our story better than cinema or schools ever could.

Phenomenal Woman

Maya Angelou's soul is poetry. Words from the heart of mother earth touched lives and wiped eyes. She spoke America, exalted womanhood and told us all to rise. Embodying blackness clothed in grace, Maya is authentic history, downtrodden pain, hopeful futures and proud progress.

Ladies First

U-N-I-T-Y still remains on my brain 'til this day. With the way misogyny has exploded onto the Rap scene and the theme of 'Sex Sells' being an industry staple, it's long overdue for the Queen to release a follow up record. Afro-centric, confident and talented, Latifah went on to become a bona-fide star and Renaissance woman. Smiling at the entertainment world in the palm of her hand, the glamorous biker, Grammy winner and Oscar nominee is a force to be reckoned with.

Mic Check

MC Lyte came on the scene fierce. Hard-hitting verses, a dope flow and groundbreaking content, Lyte smacked the Rap game a few times and demanded respect for the sisters. Could it be; a beautiful, intelligent, young black woman that could skillfully mc and simultaneously have love for rough necks? Sending an electrifying shock through music, inspiring all women and representing the art form to the fullest, MC Lyte is without a doubt a legend in Hip-Hop culture.

PREACH

2006-02-27T17:32:00.000-05:00

This is Harriet Tubman. Harriet Tubman is the truth. She took her freedom and gave others their own. Do you understand the magnitude of her triumph? Her bravery, courage and leadership is immeasurable. No one is seeing Harriet Tubman. She was smoking fools who dared stand in her way; shotgun, 9mm, 357, musket or whatever they used, white or black she licked off.

Following the star north and never turning back, dragging hundreds of blacks to freedom and safety, escape she did, broke chains she did, oppression and hell, fire and lashes, African babies turned to ashes damn...

Thank you Ms. Tubman. I appreciate and honor you. Harriet= steal away= underground RR= Revolution. The pain she suffered, horror she witnessed, hope she gave, faith she nurtured. Our country is crazy. They had the Fugitive Slave Act (Section 10) banning anyone from helping run away slaves. Black folks were cattle/property and it was okay! It was some real brutal/devilish/mortifying shit going down and the world wants us to forget it and party in the club and waste money and play ball? 'Do your thang playa' but please PLEASE don't forget one drop of your history. Dive in because there are endless discoveries and unopened doors. History repeats and if you study the past, you might better understand today. Slavery is still in effect on many levels for the black, brown, poor and ignorant. Don't wait for another Harriet to come through and save your ass! Don't sit around waiting on another MLK speech! Stop wearing that Malcolm X shirt and be the revolution!

Thank you again Ms. Harriet Tubman, love you. I just had to get a few things off my chest...

Visit the link below
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/0history/hwny-tubman.html

Top Ten MC's Part 2

2006-02-27T16:00:00.000-05:00

KOOL G RAP

ICE CUBE

BIG PUN

MELLE MEL

BIG L

EMINEM

GHOSTFACE KILLAH

KURTIS BLOW

COMMON

SCARFACE

Excerpt from "Man Know Thy Self"

2006-02-26T00:53:00.000-05:00

For man to know himself is for him to feel that for him there is no human master. For him Nature is his servant, and whatsoever he wills in Nature, that shall be his reward. If he wills to be a pigmy, a serf or a slave, that shall he be. If he wills to be a real man in possession of the things common to man, then he shall be his own sovereign. When man fails to grasp his authority he sinks to the level of the lower animals, and whatsoever the real man bids him do, even as if it were of the lower animals, that much shall he do. If he says "go." He goes. If he says "come," he comes. By this command he performs the functions of life even as by a similar command the mule, the horse, the cow perform the will of their masters. For the last four hundred years the Negro has been in the position of being commanded even as the lower animals are controlled. Our race has been without a will; without a purpose of its own, for all this length of time.

Because of that we have developed few men who are able to understand the strenuousness of the age in which we live. Where can we find in this race of ours real men. Men of character, men of purpose, men of confidence, men of faith, men who really know themselves? I have come across so many weaklings who profess to be leaders, and in the test I have found them but the slaves of a nobler class. They perform the will of their masters without question. To me, a man has no master but God. Man in his authority is a sovereign lord. As for the individual man, so of the individual race. This feeling makes man so courageous, so bold, as to make it impossible for his brother to intrude upon his rights.

So few of us can understand what it takes to make a man - the man who will never say die; the man who will never give up; the man who will never depend upon others to do for him what he ought to do for himself; the man who will not blame God, who will not blame Nature, who will not blame Fate for his condition; but the man who will go out and make conditions to suit himself. Oh, how disgusting life becomes when on every hand you hear people (who bear your image, who bear your resemblance) telling you that they cannot make it, that Fate is against them, that they cannot get a chance. If 400,000,000 Negroes can only get to know thesmelves, to know that in them is a sovereign power, is an authority that is absolute, then in the next twenty-four hours we would have a new race, we would have a nation, an empire, - resurrected, not from the will of others to see us rise, - but from our own determination to rise, irrespective of what the world thinks- Marcus Garvey

AAGGHH!!

2006-02-23T16:32:00.001-05:00

Dammitt! I am tired of this... How much longer must we coon? How much longer will black men have to wear makeup and dresses? This shit is demeaning. I can't relate and I no longer find it funny.

Madea and Big Momma's house is straight coonery. When an ex-girlfriend of mine introduced me to the Tyler Perry plays, I thought they were hilarious. Growing up I was a huge fan of Martin and still love his work. In an African American studies class, the students were hyped about the first Madea movie coming out. Our professor chastised us and noted it as coonery. We paused, startled. "How long must a black man have to wear a dress," he said. In 2006, are we still on that tap dance Minstrel bullshit? Oh yes, very much so.

These movies do not set trends, encourage anything positive, break stereotypes or educate. It's crass, slapstick entertainment. I'm not high and mighty, it's just that recently these images have struck a certain chord within me. It's defamatory to black men. White actors don't have to do this shit. The last white dude to dress up in a dress was Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie and that was a long time ago (1982). The movie was considered a classic. Are we chasing that? Black men are only strong or taken seriously when they work for the government: cops, FBI, army, judges etc. Other than that they're seen as ignorant, guilty, colorful pimps, drug dealers, murderers, thieves, rappers and athletes; never as good husbands, fathers, and outstanding professionals with brilliant minds.

When you're treated like a coon in public and referred to as Big Momma or Madea by non-blacks, you'll get my point. I know they are trying to entertain and have a good ol' time; that laugh to keep from cryin' nonsense. But I'm not only unimpressed, I'm nauseous and done! Ya'll have officially ruined my Black History Month.

Let's stay together

2006-02-21T10:22:00.000-05:00

*The following is an authentic conversation between a Black man and woman that took place the week of February 13th 2006*

You wrote that poem? It was beautiful and everything, but there are not a lot of brothers out there who feel that way about us. How many of your friends are all into sistas like that? If they were, this would be a different world.

BLACK MAN:
This is the lapse in communication. There are a lot of brothers out there feeling the same way. Many also believe sisters don't want to give them a fair chance. 'Fiercely independent, disgusted by the thug, laughing at the nice guy, checking for the bank: in great need of a hug.' Sisters, akin to brothers, are often confused about what they want and are on similar parallels of construed insecurity and identification. History, society and economics play a major part in how we interact and what we see in the mirror. Trust, with the epidemics that plague the black and brown relationship, there are brothers and sisters out there avoiding one another, shunning contact and feeling apprehensive to love. Where is the honor and respect? Who will take the first step of initializing the spiritual and social breakthrough?

BLACK WOMAN:
I know some women walk around with the angry look, and I've definitely been one of them. And sometimes it's just because we're hurt and disappointed. We're hurt that Black men (our own men) can't even acknowledge us as women. There have been so many times when I'm walking down the street (dressed respectfully) and I'll have a man or even worse, a group of men speak to me and leer at me like I'm some video hoe! There seems to be a way men treat their mothers (with respect) and then there's how they treat the rest of us. I may not be anyone's mother yet, but I should be treated with that same respect because I will be a bearer of life one day.

We're disappointed that Black women seem to be going out of style. If I see one more Asian or Latina chick in a hip hop video, but the Black girl's no where to be found (except shakin' her ass in a corner) I'm gonna scream! A Black woman on Dr. Phil stated, "these men turned me into an evil bitch." I can honestly say that I partially understand her. Though I refuse to treat all men with a bitchy attitude just because of a few bad apples, I do understand the need to build up this wall and put on a mask after you've been hurt over and over. Often times you will see years of pain, disappointment and anger written all over a woman's face. Some women choose to let that hurt take over them, while others are still open to giving men a chance. It's a shame to say it, but one of the first and only times I felt truly appreciated, wanted and beautiful was when I was with a white guy and that's a damn shame! This is one of my friend's main reason for sticking with white guys, but for me it's a strong reason to hold out for a good Black man who truly knows how to appreciate everything about me.

Just as women have issues with men, we also feel men have issues with us that keep them from seeing who we really are. Yes, I'm a Black woman but that doesn't mean that I'm a jezebel or an excessively materialistic gold digger. And yes, I'm ambitious and independent, but that doesn't mean I'm going to try to emasculate you. This is what I feel most Black men think of us.

Black men and women are not perfect, and at times can be pretty fucked up. But we are united through history, ancestry and spirituality. At this rate, what will the future hold? It's bad enough that we have others stereotyping us, we need to stop stereotyping ourselves and just give each other a chance.

Top Ten MC's

2006-02-17T23:42:00.000-05:00

This will forever be a heated debate because it's based mainly on opinion. This is what makes Rap music so dope; there are tons of artists, albums, songs and lyrics to break down. The world has been blessed with 50+ great mc's but these brothers got it locked.

Often the hot topic in classrooms, local barber shops and 'round-the-way corner stores; 'Who is the best' will always be the question on everyone's mind. It's a difficult, subjective question to answer. There are so many factors: the era, the competition, effect on the people and so on. I will cut the fat and give you my ten in no particular order. These are the best right here! I am judging based on ten important factors that a Supreme MC must hold:

1. Originality 2. Personality 3. Voice 4. Intelligence 5. Lyrical dexterity 6. Style 7. Versatility 8. Stage presence 9. Influence 10. Battle skills

I wanted to combine the strongest from the 80's with the strongest from the 90's into a top ten list. The following go unmatched...

RAKIM

NAS

KRS ONE

The Notorious B.I.G.

LL Cool J

2PAC

Big Daddy Kane

Jay-Z

Slick Rick

Snoop Dogg

Then->Now->Eternity

2006-02-15T22:23:00.000-05:00

I am glad that we have Black History Month. We should be more conscious of our history and need for unity as a culture/people, annually and globally. Maybe I'm in a bubble, but I get the feeling that many don't really appreciate the advancements we've made as a people or care about our history. Sadly, I wonder if we care for one another and see beauty/love or hate in the eyes of black men and women. Are there those that go unaffected, and don't care to know?

My mother showed me the movie ROOTS when I was 8 years old. I was not the same. Certain holidays we celebrated Kwanzaa and learned it's tenants and principles, gaining respect for African culture and ancestry. I was enlightened. As I got older, I read books, searched diligently for knowledge of self, breezed through the Ave and soaked up game from young cats and old heads. I became prepared. Sometimes I honestly feel like... "What is we gon' do??" But then I laugh and hold my head up... "This is what I must do."

I will always strive to gain knowledge and unravel the hidden secrets and complexities of our world's history. I have no choice but to be a leader and make history on my own.

Below are different zones worth checking out.
Peace

EVIL: Willie Lynch Theory

IN DEPTH: Jelani Cobb

MUST READ: Selwyn H. Carrington

Wu-Tang Clan at Hammerstein Ballroom

2006-02-15T15:33:00.000-05:00

I fell in love with the Wu-Tang Clan, the music they created and the movement that unfolded. The fiercely talented and rebellious group of kung-fu/gambino mc's staged a takeover of Hip-Hop in the 90's. Poised as every rap fan's ensemble of super-heroes, we stuffed ourselves with classic material; Enter the 36, Liquid Swords, Only Built for Cuban Linx, Wu-Forever, the list goes on... but not that long. Individuality within the group spawned many solo projects, few living up to the standard of the Wu reputation for releasing hardcore, originally creative songs. An extremely powerful vortex to maintain, the albums of late by the Clan as a whole and individual members has not been acceptable for this fan.

The Hammerstein Ballroom was packed last night. Walking towards the line that stretched the entire block, I saw white kids screaming "Wuuuuuuuu-Taaaaaaang" and running around in jubilation. The place was jumping for real! We had to wait an hour on line in the cold plus another two hours before Wu actually came on stage to perform. 'Standing room only' had us annoyed as we shook our heads at the idiot mc, sexy-female DJ and loud opening band (I'm being nice).

As the lights dim, they come on stage one at a time. No gaudy jewelry or buffoonish costumes, just street shit, raw rhymes and passionate style. They killed it, I must admit. Method Man crowd surfed as soon as he got on stage. He was literally walking on people; shoulders, hands, dome-piece and grill. The fans went wild. Ghostface Killah glided through, draped in supreme Ironman armor. The lights went from red, gold, to green and blue then pitch black. Lighters and cell phones were raised in honor of Ol' Dirty Bastard's memory. His mother was recognized on stage and I realized how truly I missed Dirty's life and amazing energy. The scene was beautiful. Every song performed rocked the crowd and kept them in a frenzy. RZA instructed, Ghost impressed, Reakwon kept it bossy, Method Man electrified while GZA, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa and Cappadonna spit razor sharp bars. U-God, Street Life, Killah Priest and Theodore Unit did their thing as well.

It was worth $50 to see the entire Wu-Tang Clan perform (Recommend seating arrangements for the weary and impatient). I honestly feel that this is all they have, because other than Ghost's decent run and Method Man's dibble and dabble, classic collective Wu is the best we'll ever have. They criticized today's rap scene as being lackluster while giving props to the old-school. When they asked the crowd if fans wanted another Wu-Tang Clan album, the uproar was...moderate. I was silent. That night the Clan performed a few cuts here and there off of solo projects, while the bulk of the show came from Enter the Wu-Tang and Wu-Tang Forever. 1993 and 1999? Wow, maybe one song came off of the W and none were performed from the Iron Flag- 2001. I'm content and was blessed to see the Wu-Tang Clan, the adolescent in me would have been ecstatic.

Is it a wrap for rap?

2006-02-12T00:04:00.000-05:00

A middle-aged professor at Howard University spoke with me at length outside of a Starbucks in the spring of 2005. “Rap will soon die,” he proclaimed. “It will either dry up or be washed over by a new wave of music more innovative, rebellious and less corporate.” “Riiight,” I said, looking at the prehistoric B-boy in his collared shirt and turtle shell glasses. What began as an interview of an original participant in the birth and early eruption of Hip-Hop culture resulted as a worrisome thorn in my side; will Rap music die? Is it dead within me?

You can research any of the great literary scholars of Hip-Hop (Nelson George, Greg Tate, Toure) and find its definition. Hip-Hop was taken from its form as a spirit, movement and culture, and bottled into music (Rap) and imagery for global capitalization. But who benefits from this new medium? Where do the profits go? Does destruction wait in the midst or are we in the Terror-dome?

Following numerous reflective conversations I realized that many fans of Rap music were depressed. I asked myself a myriad of questions as to why: am I just getting old and out of touch? Do I respect the music that young people enjoy? Is overt criticism rearing its ugly head? Does Rap suck because of the unbalanced availability of music and corporate control of the art form? There are so many questions, contradictions and opinions. Many have always disliked Rap music, felt one-sided about its commercialization or underground presence, and have drooled at the opportunity to profit from it; rich, poor, white and black. Technology advances form, while money will always taint art.

I am considered a Hip-Hop baby, born in 1983. I forever viewed Hip-Hop as a way of life. From the time my meteor hit earth, the phenomenon known as Rap music and the culture of Hip-Hop was already present. I don’t believe I am old or out of touch, but I do recognize my growing maturity and persistent quest for knowledge in conjunction with my past experiences. We are in the era of the beat-smith where lyrical content, dexterity, intelligence and uniqueness (extremely important) are not of value. With art and music programs being cut in various public schools nationwide, the future for creativity and genius looks grim. Who’s making Hip-Hop for adults? For the rest of our lives, will the majority of the great Rap music that we enjoy be from the 20th century?

Its murder music, drug dealer rap and club anthems. What I once occasionally enjoyed has overwhelmingly become the norm: an honest piece of black life processed through the form of Willie Lynching. A few reasons snatched out of the endless well of ‘why black families are in danger and drastically becoming extinct’: in the land where cash rules, if a large number are constantly out pimping, hoeing, drinking, getting high and shaking their ass at the club, who’s taking responsibility for the children, their minds, environment and future? If you don’t discipline your kids, the streets and the government will punish them. If you fail to see the value of love or family, the community will fail to exist.

The music is becoming more soulless. From slavery to freedom, the Great Migration, Civil Rights era, to the Black Panther Party; Hip-Hop was the next wave to transform the urban plight to great heights by combining music, poetry, art and dance. Currently I feel a huge gap in history and a void of soul. At 22, I find myself listening to Marvin Gaye, Ray Charles, Gladys Knight and others just to hold onto that soul. I need that. Today in Hip-Hop, young people are aligning themselves and their music with a substance that was strategically implemented by the U.S. government to destroy black communities across the nation: crack. I don’t respect that but I understand that they’ve lost the soul. Cash has bridged the gap so we all can look back and see what we bought and how fast we spent and realize how dumb we presently feel.

Rap music can be like food or drugs. Delicious, wholesome, healthy food is warmth to the soul and nutritional nourishment for the body. Fast food and junk food tastes very good but is of the lowest quality and can be extremely unhealthy over time. Drugs can take you to a whole other world. Top quality marijuana, heroin and cocaine can get you hooked and lost in space. Low caliber grass, pills and crack will destroy every part of you quickly. Drugs and alcohol can be like playing with fire: a hard demon to control. Many have drowned in their personal battle with drugs. What do the artists of today want to serve the people? How much of it are they bringing into the temple? Music is powerful and certain genres transform while others become classic. Rap music has had the unique ability to sustain and evolve.

Although many individuals are employed and have found their true purpose today because of the fruits and network of Hip-Hop, corporations owned and operated by white males are the majority that benefit from the culture. Today new jails are built more often, funeral homes net millions and our black leaders are fading fast with no replacement. If we view Rap as a supplement for greed, instead of a way to lead, then it will die. Fortunately for the evil and pitiful, we have righteous soldiers fighting for its survival. But it’s not easy when everyone wants his or her fifteen minutes of fame.

BEAUTY

2006-02-04T15:19:00.000-05:00

As quiet as lust and
As loud as a heart beat
Her rhythm pulsates through every inch of me
As soft as breath held
And expectant as its release
I deny myself the truth in knowing

I’ve known you for eternity through patchwork
And potluck and mismatch
Forgiveness, infatuation and turmoil
Many pray for
Scribe literature and paint oil portraits of
Praise, cower and attach themselves to myths
That follow your existence.

B.E.

Eye See All (revised)

2006-01-31T00:28:00.000-05:00

It’s a youthful mind state. Bright colors and shiny objects instantly fascinate infants and children. Kids run around and play cops and robbers shooting each other with prop pistols. You get hit, spin around dizzy and drop to the floor meeting death. Afterwards you laugh, brush the dust off of your clothes and stand back up once again. A corpse becomes the dust. Men rot in prison, some forever tortured by a foolish mistake or irrational action spurred by an imbalance of emotion. Families mourn and are drowned in heartache. Shiny objects such as jewelry and other inordinate accessories have no intrinsic value. It’s given its worth by the owner and life has to be worth more than looking good. Once the money is laid down, car driven and clothes worn, the item is no longer new. Flashy imagery and loud/bright colors belong in art, while in fashion they make a statement or indicate a feeling. Be careful. Our society is only an elaboration of the jungle. Your appearance will undoubtedly be unique and should blend with the terrain. Who honestly wants to be spotted by a predator?

Was this youthful mind state forced upon or adopted by the people? It’s most likely a combination of both. Those geniuses in the corporate and government offices brainstorm enough ideas to cause the continent to shift on a daily basis. The industry that I work in worships the celebrity. It’s business. Walk with me: the gun maker gets promotion through violent forms of entertainment. “Guns are cool and necessary, I need that power” (Matrix, Terminator, Casino, State Property). Violence has beset man from his earliest walks on earth. It’s that instinctive rage and carnal fury, not to mention political/emotional motive that may often bring about death and destruction. The gun maker profits billions. Poor folks struggle to survive and often turn to crime. People feel the need for added safety and security other than the business of the police force, ADT security systems and all other locks and alarms one can purchase. More guns= more death= more criminals (eyes on the government and economy). Jails are constructed (eyes on the justice system) and funeral homes are up and running. Money is steadily winning the race versus the value of life. Do you see the business configuration and how certain political strategies, products and philosophies go hand in hand? Study your history; look around at your society. Set yourself apart from religion, politics and standards for a moment and just think. An objective analytical mind is a most valuable tool.

So the present lags or seems to blast by. The income and amount of possessions is never enough. Orgasm rarely equals satisfaction today and the existence of purpose is questioned in our lives. As maturity creeps in, I take a look around and witness more and more how much of a consumer-based society we’re living in. The local shopping mall and Best Buy is always swamped with costumers especially on a Sunday, once considered a ‘holy day.’ Impulse becomes the necessity because it seems as if life is one big advertisement. In your face, through your ears and leeched upon your mind is this pressure to spend, consume and want more always. Simple business does not exist and corporations will stop at nothing to suck the world dry of resources. Pimping and pandering is global and transcends all arenas.

That being said: a big part of life is about having goals and aspiring for better. Pride deserves a place in your life and at times you must defend yourself to maintain a spot here on earth. You can renovate the structure a million times over, but the blueprint for the building will remain the same. I just wonder where our morals and ethics stand today, what value if any do we place on human life, and are we working towards financial freedom? For some, is it even reasonably possible? I know without a doubt that there are entities that enjoy enslaving and destroying others. Only when the poor get weaker and more disillusioned do the superior ranks gain strength.

the REAL

2006-01-28T10:31:00.000-05:00

If I had hair… I would be pulling it out
If I had hair I’d be pulling it out

Basically
I got my check and it was screwed up and beat down and lipo-sucked cuz at my job the payroll department is stuck on stupid
The hours that I slave don’t reflect the hours that I’m paid on paper it appears that Master is a traitor to his word
When I perform my Boss is digging me but passes responsibility off to the next incompetent jerk for a moment frontin’ and foamin’
Where is my bread?
I can’t pay rent no groceries the pastor’s gon’ lecture me about tithes unable to pay the note on my ride so I write a short essay…

If I had hair… I would be pulling it out
If I had hair I’d be pulling it out

I shoulda coulda and wouldn’t pay you to further degrade you but get that work in or we will trade you for the unemployed
60-minute lunch please enjoy
But if we unexpectedly want you to stay late or happen to karate-chop your hours in half to better our position in the accountant’s math you can bet your bitter ass we shall
We will
We kill…
…Your plans to save shop and have a life outside of 9-5
Go home
Take a shot of Patrón
Watch Conan and go to sleep
At least you have enough to afford Patrón…

If I had hair… I would be pulling it out
If I had hair I’d be pulling it out

Receipts for timesheets and pay stubs in hand
Where is my loot?
My scrilla?
Mi dinero amigo??

“Our bad… we didn’t put the timesheets in on time, missed the appropriate deadline so it didn’t get counted.
Chillax Bro:)! It’ll be in the next check 4 weeks from now.”

Dammitt.

Let the pen speak

2006-01-24T20:54:00.000-05:00

I try to converse when writing. The most incredible example of writing comes in the form shown by Spike Lee’s X: The Honorable Elijah Muhammad appearing in a golden glow before Malcolm Little/Detroit Red (played by Denzel Washington) in his 8x10 prison cell. It was as if the words came alive and the author materialized in front of Malcolm as he was reading the letter. This was a life-changing moment for Malcolm and in the grander scheme of things, this letter, a greater love shown in the form of words eventually led to the entire world being changed forever through the life of Malcolm X. Although some cases call for objectivity, I personally believe the letter to Malcolm from The Honorable was non-judgmental or meant to be impressive. Purpose is the cornerstone of writing. Honesty is the wife of creativity and both must be in union to produce classic material.

I view writing as a heartfelt relationship with the reader. In the process, one demands expression with the moderate hope to affect. I am forever amazed by the multitude of literary styles and a reader’s reaction to certain writers. If you study my complete profile and some of my favorite books you’ll see a wide variation in the authors and stories that I enjoy. From Toni Morrison's Sula, Robert Greene and the 48 Laws of Power, to Iceberg Slim’s PIMP, different parts of me are 100% present in the conversation. Every reader seeks something unique from a story. Many don’t even know what they’re looking for until WHAM! It hits ‘em and they can’t put the book down or they become unexpectedly emotional and reflective. That’s power. As a writer, one should push to continuously grow and release that kind of energy. The people undoubtedly depend on it.

Don't Let My Kids Go

2006-01-23T22:21:00.000-05:00

Immortal: not subject to death, everlasting, never to be forgotten, capable of indefinite growth

Damn Hip-Hop has come a long way! I could be suave and literary and intellectual but I just had to say it. I’m proud. I am a baby of Hip-Hop. They had the ‘baby boomers’, I will be the corniest I have ever been and say that we are the ‘baby boom-box, pop-lock, get it now and boost corporate stocks’ generation. This was an ill documentary. I couldn’t really focus the way I usually do with the hot popcorn, Vanilla Coke, Reeses Pieces, stereo system on and lights off when I watch movies at home because I was at a friend’s house. Plus he was in my ear about the flick’s ‘weirdness’ and lag-time. But through it all I saw what Bonz Malone and Kris Palestrini were trying to present: Hip-Hop class 101.

Narration by Bonz was poetic, funky, factual and intelligent (much appreciation for the combination). The B-roll with Bonz personifying Hip-Hop and the various themes of the piece was helpful and gave the doc flow. A lot, I mean tons, of celebrities were interviewed from Rakim, Bow Wow, Cypress Hill, Kool G Rap to Busta Rhymes, Xzibit, Shock G, Marley Marl, Snoop Dogg, Gangstarr, MC Lyte the list goes on. So there were constant fresh faces giving their quarter-piece on any given topic.

The history, music, graffiti/bombing, sex, fashion and industry were some of the areas touched on as limbs of Hip-Hop. The body was broken down and the culture dissected. There was no lack of content in this film for it served as somewhat of an intellectual debate. Opposing views clashed. Veterans of the game see the music form of Hip-Hop today as (essentially rap=Hip-Hop, sad) crap: a bubblegum disgrace, while the youth and artists of today could care much less about a legacy or an old-timer’s jewels. The commercialization of the Hip-Hop culture through music via Sprite ads and any other form of non-cultural money making ventures was hammered upon as the ‘flesh-eating soul snatching disease’ destroying Hip-Hop today.

The editing and graphics were tight. I was going to say basic but it had its shining moments (Wyclef outro) and most importantly was not half assed or distracting: always a plus. The shots were clean, well lit and the soundman did his thing. Could I have asked for more? Better? Nah. It was mature and heartfelt. I believe it preserves the essence of my culture and is an accurate reflection. It was a Hip-Hop documentary from the entertainer/ industry head’s point of view: individuals who felt responsible for it, and or profited from it. Hmmm… whom else does it affect and what do they have to say? Let’s see if part two will be as complete and worthy as part one.

Breathe to Live

2006-01-19T23:51:00.000-05:00

I began writing a piece on cheap-ass cologne and the people that wear too much of it. As I dove deep into paragraph two (I was writing and working at the office simultaneously) I tried to close out of a job-related assignment and accidentally exited MS Word, thus losing yet another potential classic. Hilarious I might add. But I’m curious… is this a sign? Should I not be checking people on their horrible halitosis, funkdaified bodies and in this case, loose grip on the perfume bottle? I still believe it is a topic that we can all relate to and is hard to stop. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE THESE THAT CAUSE US THIS DISTRESS?? When my breath smells, it bounces off of any surface nearby and smacks me right back in my face whispering “brush your teeth fool, grab a mint- do something.” When I haven’t showered or have forgotten the deodorant a rare morning, the fumes slither up to my nostrils and a neon red sign goes off with a loud buzzer: Funk Alert! If I dab a bit too much cologne on, not paying attention, I react immediately, gagging for oxygen as I race to the bathroom clamoring for soap and water to scrub away my folly. So I ask again, who are these people with ‘temporarily out of order’ noses? I say temporarily out of order because when it’s Pizza Day at work, fresh muffins in the cafeteria, or chronic smoke being blown nearby, these people find their way to the crime scene.

And you know what, no; I’m not being too harsh. I’m no sissy, I sweat and pass gas and roll around in the mud when it’s necessary. I’ve seen riper moments in my time, but I recognize them and work to avoid them. I’ve always felt this way about these abusive offenders but a situation today really lit a fire under me and I had to write about it.

O.k. I hate to start a sentence like this but, last night I drank a little bit too much. You know, busy working hard all day you don’t really eat, go out for a few drinks with friends you haven’t seen in long time, bad combination. And I drink. Early high school is when I began; college is where I won gold medals… basically a beer or a glass of wine is cool. A few mixed drinks (no chase, just liquor mixed with stronger liquor) in tall mugs are not a good idea. I got wasted and had to work today. I’m hurt, for real, once again. As I pray to the heavens above for mercy, I shower, crawl to get myself together and drag my ass out the house to work. Good, I’m on time for my train. Ginger ale and saltines in hand I hug the corner of a seat, stare out the window and try to relax. “I’m a big boy now. College is over, I have responsibilities and I’ve got to get paid: A hustler everyday, no days off. Find your Zen.” As I’m searching for my zone, corporate businessmen and women board the train. Someone’s wearing too much cologne. Someone bathed in fucking cologne this morning. Maybe it was more intense because I was recovering from the hard night and all my senses were alive and raw, but I usually react when the funk hits or when someone has broken a bottle of Cool Water over their damn head. There are different white-collar middle-aged dudes with a lot of cologne on. I don’t know if it’s a sexy co-worker they’re trying to impress, if that’s just their style or are God and Satan watching The Chappelle Show and laughing at my ass, but the shit is disgusting. I’m ready to hurl again and I take out my brown paper bag and breathe like I’m hyperventilating on a Delta flight (It’s way out of my character but whatever, emergencies happen). I close my eyes and zone out and just force myself to be cool until I get to the city, then I can hop off of the train and get some fresh air. I make it, but I forget my city stinks as well. Thank you corporations, small businesses, transportation and taxpayers for pollution. I appreciate it.

Moral of the story: everyone stop wearing cologne and perfume- period. And if you funk up easily, have B.O. or just carry heat, take a minimum of two showers per day. Please and thank you.

RIZE

2006-01-17T20:35:00.000-05:00

Rize was a superb documentary about dance, struggle, passion, emotion, heartache and freedom. I saw Rize last Saturday evening and was captivated from beginning to end. It was only like eighty minutes and at no point did the story wane. David LaChappelle did his thing and I always say that you have to have guts to be a director. You have to be brave and dedicated because the majority of this film was shot in the hood, South Central Los Angeles.

It all starts with Tommy the clown, who is accredited with being the inventor of clowning. Circulating throughout the L.A. streets slinging drugs made Tommy a prime-candidate for jail. After his two-year stint in prison he vowed to turn his life around and upon release, got his independent hustle on. Decked out in a colorful clown ensemble, Tommy traveled hood-to-hood dancing in the street and self-promoting his clown act with an urban twist. His idea was to set-up another option other than sports or gangbanging that the youth could enjoy and be a part of. Tommy’s dedicated hustle transcended into hosting private birthday parties and eventually a dance school. There are about fifty different clown groups today in L.A.

You know what, it doesn’t start with Tommy it actually starts with L.A. The doc was opened with footage of the sixties’ Watts riots and the L.A. riots after the Rodney King verdict was handed down. I’m sure the audience is familiar with these two occurrences but I didn’t really see how it tied into Rize. I believe a lot defines L.A. other than those two events and more should have been shown. The footage was decent- mostly fire, but it was kind of abrupt. The slow motion dance scenes, stripper-dance scenes, sunrise and beach shore scenes were excellent. It provided an artistic/ music video type feel that gave depth and beauty to the artists (A David LaChappelle specialty).

I appreciate competition being shown in this piece. From the time of the Romans, battle and contest has always been sought out, if not inevitable. Former students of Tommy the Clown, like Dragon and Tight Eyez specialize in Krumping, which may include some face paint and a whole lot more intensity, drama, physical dexterity and power. These two groups come into conflict played out in a thrilling dance-off competition viewed by hundreds of spectators.

LaChappelle takes the time to dive beneath the surface and shine light on each character’s story, giving them a fair chance to briefly narrate their own journey. The audience gets a chance to look the artist/dancer in the eye and absorb some of the pain, understand parts of their struggle, and be blown away by the awesomeness of their spiritual movement. It’s a unique documentary that is worth checking out. Just don’t try to get up off of the couch and mimic any dance moves.

Eye Candy Conundrum

2006-01-14T11:49:00.000-05:00

“Ladies, my Mercedes, hold four in the back, two if it’s fat.”(Biggie) Today’s debate outside of withdrawing troops from Iraq and the new NBA dress code is the objectification of black women in America. A lot of people are disgusted with ‘booty videos’ laced with scantily clad dancers, models, and various other assortments of eye candy. It draws me to ask the question why?

Hmmm let’s see, when Julia Roberts played a hooker in Pretty Woman (1990), it was a classic. Demi Moore hugging the pole in Striptease (1996), pure seduction. Models in bikinis bimbo’d out in Motley Crue, KISS and Van Halen music videos in the 80’s was cool, a knee slapping’ good time.

With the growth of Hip-Hop music mainly through the popular explosion of the music video, the protesters and activist are out and up in arms. America loves sex, money and violence. But with black people involved it becomes the despicable nymphomaniac whores, greedy materialistic thieves, and barbaric murderers who should be FED EX’d to death row. Why? Can the brothers and sisters get some? The more things change, the more they stay the same. I hear you Cornel; race does matter.

When was the last time a black man and woman were romantically linked in Hollywood, or on TV (no coonin’ or bullshit included)? The powers that be don’t want that image shown. They want it to be a mysterious dream: beautiful black love. The media wants black people to be beautiful and sexy on their terms. The directors, artists and models of these music videos have a right to be as creative and sexual as they want to be. Secular religion has tried to suppress the sexual urges of man and woman for ages because they know the power and truth behind it.

All men enjoy beautiful women and the powerfully erotic image of a woman of color must be seen in a variety of ways. There will always be a market for sex and sexy. Please, when you get a chance, Google strip clubs in America, or lingerie/toy shops just to see the numbers. Do you know how many men and women worldwide shed a tear each day and rejoice over the abundant amount of porn available on the Internet? These are billion dollar industries. They’ve dealt with their share of conflict, but publications like Playboy, Hustler and Penthouse (nude mags), don’t receive the amount of heat that King, Smooth and Black Men’s magazine (non-nude mags) do today. The powers that be do not want black people earning large sums of money, investing and becoming entrepreneurial or philanthropic.

And please, stop with the name-calling. These women are trying to do their thing. Whether modeling, dancing at clubs or posing in magazines is their dream, a hustle or a gateway to open doors, these women are taking control of their lives and grinding to get things done. Trust me, they’re not thinking about you or really care about what you think. Their actions do not reflect you and men aren’t going to treat you a certain way because of how these women look or act. Men who act like dogs have it in their nature as opposed to homegrown gentlemen. Choose wisely and deal with both accordingly. The fear may come into play and arouse insecurity because the standard that these women set for beauty and physical perfection is extremely high. But it’s always been like that and should not inspire an inordinate amount of jealousy and fire. Don’t let the extreme version of Karrine Steffans set a horrible example in your mind of the black woman or the video vixen, please don’t. Women need to compliment one another, stop competing, focus on self and encourage positive growth. Remember, we all have fantasies that the next person isn’t always willing to fulfill and an individual’s choice is their own responsibility.

What Up Tho

2006-01-11T00:10:00.000-05:00

The blog thing has been kool so far. I've just been picking the 1st feeling that comes to mind, polishing it and posting it. 3P's. I'm trying to update the blog more as far as style-wise, photos, music and links but I'm unsure how and usually lazy. I try not to get too personal with it, but still have a closeness to it while posting material that's interesting or can be somewhat helpful. I saw the movie Mean Streets this weekend, by Martin Scorcese and watched New Jersey Drive again, produced by Spike Lee. Both are really worth checking out. The next two flicks I see I'll write a review for each. One is a vintage classic, and the other just hit video so be on the lookout for those reviews. Here are a few sites that are worth returning to. Holla

www.allhiphop.com
www.amazon.com
www.bbcnews.com
www.clubplanet.com
www.hiphopgame.com
www.thecrusade.net
www.thelunchboxfund.org
www.toothpastefordinner.com

Meditation

2006-01-08T23:50:00.000-05:00

Do not let False Expectations Appear Real

I’m in harmony with everything
Balanced, just the way nature is supposed to be
Growth: unpredictable, learned, yet undetermined- at times we face brick walls and are hanging on by a stone on a steep cliff, I have no 1 true passion, I have no 1 true love, I do what I can and sometimes feel responsible to do but the moments take control, moments change people.
Everything fits into the schedule of the life cycle
It’s not like grades or a report card as they would make it seem, you only choose and are responsible for so much, there’s a whole lot that we will never know, that we may wonder about but should never know and yet, I am in harmony with everything
Let go of fear
You can’t control other people but you can control the role that they play in your life
I am the playwright; I’ll always wonder what they see
The truth only comes out behind your back or rarely: (bluntly/dramatically/ smoothly in front of your face)
It hides from you
But realize that it isn’t necessarily your truth; your truth is one way like the earth is one way and it can only be perfect
You must recognize it
Become it as so
How will I know whom I’ll remember, especially after they’re gone
Pictures fade
To cleanse oneself
The immortal and eternal power will find you
God is before symbol and will be after existence.

Early Early Morning Thinking- Archives

2006-01-08T02:21:00.000-05:00

Chapter 3
7am/Saturday/March 19, 2005

Imports- Government agencies, human population dependant on drugs- cocaine, heroin, marijuana, ecstasy, fast food, nicotine, caffeine, alcohol, dietary or medicinal supplements: all drugs. With the American justice system, certain products are deemed illegal (foreign grown products). Whether the U.S. government actually cares more about the health of human beings over the economy will always be in question.

The government can tax drugs brought in through ports they regulate: car, train, bus, boat, plane (security heightened since 9/11, but the drug abuse and mortality rate has only increased.) Agencies such as the DEA, task force and different narcotics divisions in police departments have been erected. More jobs= more money, it’s a game and a cycle. While most wholesalers and large distributors of drugs are Caucasian, the main individuals who suffer are Blacks and Latinos (pushers). Poverty, drugs, money and violence have destroyed urban communities and peace within the culture.

The government infused the Cointelpro movement headed by J. Edgar Hoover, who was on a mission to destroy the powerful Black Panther Party and cause dissention in the black community. Drugs were implanted in poor communities along with guns to succeed in a two-part plan of financing white gun makers (Government, KKK, German and Jim Crow affiliates), and setting the stage for genocide in minority communities. Suffering has been apart of the human condition for a long time, since the first wars for territory and power in B.C. Africa and A.D. Europe. Drugs numb the suffering, expedite the downward spiral and place the majority in poverty and fatal health conditions, while at the same time feeding many, and making a few extremely rich. The fight over quality product, territory, distribution and clientele for the most money/ profit result in massive casualties. Jails are privatized and government funded, don’t let them fool you about taxes the common man and woman pay towards jails, in all, the government makes money off of arresting and imprisoning minorities. Prisoners tried in a court of law by a jury of “their peers” are not only caged for their crimes and rarely ever re-habilitated, but still have to work (for corporations) on the inside. The capitalist motto: “if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense.”

We’re losing in different corners of the game: poverty, violence, imprisonment, health conditions, prejudice, lack of education and awareness. Assistance from the U.S. government is minimal and we are not a perfect people. We lack unity, zest for life and knowledge. The plague of depression is deep rooted within the history of the U.S., which will not tolerate another revolution, they’ve studied on how to prevent and dismantle them. The media is a powerful tool that imposes, leads, controls, carves and shapes the human psyche. Are we the most susceptible to it, why are we the poorest and yet the largest consumers?

Martyrs: Marcus Garvey, Nat Turner, John Brown, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Tupac Shakur. No coincidence- real minority power is refused in America, Africa, basically the entire world unless it is forced and demanded. Sad to say that studies show, revolution = blood, change = pain. Frederick Douglass, slave and abolitionist leader “ If there is no struggle, there is no progress.” (1817-1895) California Blood, Crip, and Latino gangs that have spread nationwide in Black and Spanish communities, to East Coast drug Czars that are instant millionaires, Nicky Barnes and John Gotti get heavy media coverage- the youth’s role model’s, negative effect on community and show a future of the penitentiary or the grave.

Cook up the coke, wholesale, find distribution, hand to hand sales, drop offs, consignment, territory, expansion, college crowds, relatives, transportation, location, network, communication, corners, spots, lookouts, police payroll, protection, assassins, enforcers, crack babies, 5-10, bids, RICO, snitches, Benzes, Lexuses, Cadillacs, Chevy Impalas, El Dorado, Range Rovers, Rolex, Chains down to my dick, Diamonds, Rubies and Sapphires in Rings, Fur Coats, sluts and gigolos, fellatio, Sex, AK 47’s, Mac 11’s, Double Barrel 12 Gauge Shotguns, Calicos, 44 long, Colt, 38 special, revolvers, scope on a Remington snipe, Taurus, Ruger, Smith N’ Wessun, 357 Mag, 45 ACP, Stiletto blades, Alligator shoes, gold money clips, 24 karats, paranoia, sleepless nights, death threats, family & children, Witness protection, 25-life, incarceration, anger, hate, parties, Las Vegas , confusion, disillusion, tears, regret, sorrow, titillation, violence, kilos, pounds, ounces, grams, rocks, bricks, eigthballs, crack viles, syringes, blunts, Dutch masters, bongs, pipes, love? LOVE?

The Civil Rights was the beginning of something beautiful/interesting, equality, sacrifice, determination and fight, desegregation and unity, white and upper class black America pushes it in our face now to show that everything’s supposed to be better today. The Vietnam War, Reagonomics and the fall of the Black Panther Party were the beginning of the end again. Hip-Hop was a glimmer of hope and resurrection for black people; it was about having a good time, enjoying life and uplifting the people with truth, calling for unity, constructive and productive energy, B-Boy, breaking, graffiti, styling, dancing, Mc’ing, B-girl, creativity; it was transformed into the power of the dollar and “image” by glamorizing and putting a spin on the negative aspects of black culture; bitch, nigga, hoe. The gangster and drug dealer hero, aggressive violent nature (shoot first think second) and vivid sexual exploits including nymphomaniac porn stars, bravado, macho pimps, and the larger than life lavish enormous wealth-less materialistic lifestyle is playing on the primal instincts of man.

No developed thought, no depth. Financially and through media outlets, Caucasians control hip-hop: BMG, Universal, Viacom, Hollywood, Public News. I’m reflecting on some thoughts and darker sides of our world, streets, communities, history and reality. The truth always taste sour and is painful when read again. The streets are real. I may be aware of the situation and dependent on the need for safety, but I know the detriment of guns; the purpose is to destroy life (hard to make easy to take).

I smoke weed and drink and love to smack girls asses when I have sex but I also know about love, it’s power and importance. I also know about self-control, responsibility and moderation. Being promiscuous in today’s day and time could be fatal. AIDS, Sexually transmitted diseases; some are re-ocurring, while others are life-long or even fatal. There’s so much going on. The way drugs work in our society is so interesting and complex. It gives people a false security in fast cash, hollow power and actual longevity; this shit really is not a game. How far can you go? What will inspire you to stand up and make a change? Recognize your enemy, it's power, mindstate and influence. Then do the knowledge of self.

R.I.P Tookie: Part II

2006-01-03T20:12:00.000-05:00

FOOD FOR THOUGHT IS BETTER THAN A MEAL
{Farewell to Stanley Tookie Williams by KRS ONE}
HipHopGame.com
Read: KRS One Writes Farewell to Stanley Tookie Williams

They killed the teacher! Said Snoop Dogg at the funeral services for Stanley Tookie Williams yesterday at the Bethel A.M.E. Church in Los Angeles. Rev. Jesse Jackson, Bruce Gordon, Minister Tony Muhammad, Stan Muhammad, Rev. Dr. Lewis E. Logan II, Minister Lewis Farrakhan and Tony Robbins all listened as Snoop Dogg brought the packed Church to its feet with a poem dedicated to Tookie entitled; Till We Meet Again. One line that caught my attention was when Snoop said, food for thought is better than a meal. This phrase stuck with me because it reminded me of man may not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedth from the mouth of the lord and coming from Snoop showed a level of maturity that I wish his Girls Gon Wild, pimps up hoes down, gansta nigga audiences would adopt.

And I am NOT being critical of Snoop at all! Ive been watching Snoop settle his beefs with others, start programs in the hood for at risk youth, seek God and denounce gang-banging publicly. But this is my point. When has a man done enough to be called rehabilitated? What must one do to be actually free from past wrongs? When is a man truly forgiven?

I arrived at the Bethel A.M.E. Church to a beautiful scene. Several blocks before we got to the Church helpful, pleasantly spoken, informative Black and Brown police officers were stationed at strategic corners directing traffic toward the Church. When we arrived at the Church we were greeted by the Fruit of Islam (F.O.I.) and escorted to the press balcony. There was literally nowhere else to be. Even members of Stanley Tookie Williams family were in the press balcony! When this was discovered, Rev. Dr. Logan II requested that the first ten rows of people give up their seats to these additional members of the Williams family and everyone promptly did what was asked.

The Church was so packed that many people were in another room outside of the main knave watching the proceedings on a huge flat screen television. When I walked into this room I saw Tookie on the screen saying, If a man must fight, let it be to the death against the beast within himself. Win that battle? No man, no woman, no racial hatred, no system, no vindictiveness, and no Machiavellianism can ever defeat you! And then he said on behalf of the children; teach them how to avoid our destructive foot steps. Teach them to strive for a higher education. Teach them to promote peace. And teach them to focus on rebuilding the neighborhoods that you, others and I helped to destroy. And I cant front, I was renewed even in my own spirit. To know that one of the most significant outlaw figures in modern American history went from criminal minded to spiritual minded gives all of us (especially those on the frontlines of ministry work, counseling, mentoring and rehabilitation work) hope in the transformation of the human heart. That our work is not done in vain.

I was totally impressed with the organization and security of the F.O.I. Hundreds of people was jammed in the Church with even more people outside trying to get in. Yet the Church and the whole block itself (Western Ave) was at peace. It was beautiful.

But as beautiful as it was, the Church was still teeming with suspicion as to why a completely rehabilitated man could not be offered at least life in prison? How was Tookie (the co-founder of the famous street gang the Crips) who spent 24 years in prison, wrote nine anti-violence, anti-gang, anti-drug childrens books, received an honorary Doctor of Humane Letters degree from St. Moses the Black Theological Seminary, was nominated six times for the Nobel Peace Prize, and received the Presidential Call to Service Award from President George W. Bush for his volunteer efforts to help steer youth away from gang lifenot rehabilitated? Theres even an award winning movie starring Jamie Foxx entitled; Redemption: the Stan Tookie Williams Story that teaches the path of rehabilitation and forgiveness. All of this, in addition to his website and phone mentoring of young people from prison, and let us not forget his plea of innocence, could not have granted this man a stay of execution. He had to die? He was that dangerous to society? Well, no one at the funeral thought so.

Tookie is dead, said Rev. Jesse Jackson. We must kill the idea of killing to stop killing. Remembering his own prayer time with Tookie, Rev. Jackson quoted Tookie saying; I admit I was a predator upon my people. We were programmed to attack Black people. Whites were safe around us; I will not be killed for what I did do, but for what I didnt do. Id rather die than lie to get clemency. And the whole Church erupted in applause and cheering! It was like they were ALL used to this process of having to lie along with the police and the District Attorney in hopes of achieving lighter sentences or no jail time at all and Tookie represented that person that never snitched or sold out to the corruption of the Judicial system. Id rather die than lie for clemency seemed to resonate with everyone there dealing with an already proven to be corrupt California corrections/prison system.

As Rev. Jesse Jackson brought to mind the fact that Charles Manson who is responsible for killing pregnant Sharon Tate and seven others is still alive in California on death row and that President John F. Kennedys assassin is also still alive, I was reading some of Tookies own words of transformation in a booklet that was being handed out throughout the Church. One paragraph read; Its impossible for a discriminable mind to fathom the miraculous transition of a redeemed soul. Contrary to the popular misconception, redemption is not a biblical ethos, exclusive to saints, prophets, elitists or the holier-than-thou. It is of earthly accessibility through human initiative. I aver that the process of being redeemed is available to any individual regardless of gender, race, color, creed, social stratum or background. Yes, even a wretched Black man, akin to the former me, can transform and be redeemed.

As I read this, I couldnt help asking myself over and over again, did Tookie have to die? Did Tookie have to die? Did Stan Tookie Williams really have to die? Son, husband, father of two, grandfather of three, minister, changed man. Was there no other way to pay that debt back to society other than the execution of a transformed man who held on to his claim of innocence all the way to the end? Tookie had to die? I dont think so. However, I find myself at a peculiar cross road in American history. First of all it should be clear to all that the title Department of Corrections is false. No one entering the prison industrial complex is being rehabilitated or rather corrected. With Tookies death it seems that no matter what you do to correct your past errors, the American justice system will still show you no mercy. Once a criminal, always a criminal.

Secondly, the idea of an Austrian born White man using the American legal system to murder a Louisiana born Black man just doesnt sit well with me. And I am not being selective or even prejudice here. But does Governor Schwarzenegger really know enough about American history, even African American history to have made a just decision on Stanley Tookie Williams life? Does Governor Schwarzeneggar care anything about the message he is sending throughout the African American community; especially to African American youths? Stanley Tookie Williams murder by the State also proves the powerlessness of the African American community and its leadership. But I wont get into that here.

Finally. In a time when Americas State and Federal agencies are being severely criticized for their seeming lack of care for the suffering of African Americans in wake of Hurricane Katrina, Governor Schwarzeneggar missed an important opportunity to restore African American hope in the Department of Corrections and America as a whole. While African Americans are dying by the dozen in Iraq, Tookies execution by the same regime African Americans are defending seems a little hypocriticaljustice wise. In a time of so much racial disunity and mass American despair due to mass unemployment, now might not be a good time for Americans to be murdering Americans legally or illegally. Governor Schwarzeneggar could have set a new precedent for our time as Americans by turning away from violence and granting Stanley Tookie Williams clemency. But thats all over now. Violence wins again! Or did it?

Tookie admitted his wrongs and paid the price of total transformation. Before his execution he talked a lot about being redeemed meaning to recover ownership of something by paying a specified sum for it. In a spiritual sense; meaning to restore to wholeness, to be saved from a sinful state of being, to return to honor and self-worth, to be free from guilt. In his last moments on earth Tookie wrote; Here and now, I bear witness that Gods bequest of redemption has replenished me with a mission and revealed that the impossible is possible. This is a strong affirmation for us today.

Stan Tookie Williams was murdered by the State of California on December 13th, 2005. We will miss you, teacher.

KRS ONE...Posted on 12.22.2005 @05:17 by deejekyll

R.I.P Tookie: Part I

2006-01-03T20:08:00.000-05:00

Perspectives
Stanley 'Tookie' Williams speaks from death row
By FinalCall.com News
Updated Jun 28, 2005, 10:09 am

[Editor’s note: The following two messages were delivered by Stanley “Tookie Williams” on June 19, 2005 while residing on death row at San Quentin Prison in California. He recorded these messages during a historic visit by the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, along with a delegation think tank working to stay his execution. He wanted the messages to be played during Min. Farrakhan's address to the general prison population after meeting with him on death row, but he was not permitted to do so. The messages were specially tailored by him to address members of street organizations that would be attending the first quarterly meeting of the Southern California Gang Intervention Summit the following day, June 20 in Los Angeles, California. His taped message was played to the audience of nearly 300 gang intervention activists and gang members.]

Stanley Williams co-founded the Los Angeles street organization, the Crips, in 1971 at the age of 17. Eager to get him off the streets, the Los Angeles Police Department charged Stan with four murders. Stan has always maintained his innocence. His conviction was based on circumstantial evidence and the testimony of several witnesses who were felony offenders testifying in order to lessen their sentences. In 1981, Stan was convicted and sent to San Quentin’s death row.

From death row, Stan embarked on a journey of redemption. He decided to break away from the Crips and speak out against gang violence. He wrote a series of children’s books that discouraged gang activity. He also set up the Internet Project For Street Peace, which encourages gangs to end their fighting. A combination of his many efforts earned him several Nobel Peace Prize nominations.

An appeal has been sent to the Supreme Court. If it is rejected an execution date can be set as early as this summer. An increasing movement continues to work to stay that order against his life and end the unjust application of the death penalty in American courts.

Win the battle with the beast within self

Greetings to all of you. My name is Stanley “Tookie” Williams. I have been residing here on San Quentin’s death row for over 24 years. Indeed, it is an honor to speak to this noteworthy audience today, not with a “holier than thou” sermon, but with a viable message that promotes transition and redemption.

Admittedly back in the day, I used to be my own worst enemy. Oft times, I engaged in personal battles of turmoil. I didn’t know that to restore order with any conflict, be it internal or external, it begins with me.

Being incarcerated, akin to a caged animal, I inevitably had to challenge my existence with this simple self-analysis: Am I a man or a beast? It wasn’t until I was in solitary confinement during 1988 to 1994 when I was able to answer that question.

Gradually, my transformation began to develop through the disciplines of serious soul searching, education, spiritual cultivation, edification and redemption. It was during that critical phase when I discovered my humanity.

Henceforth, I chose the path of inflexible resistance, meaning I refused to allow the animalistic prison conditions, anyone or anything to define who I am. That’s when I knew I was not a beast.

For over a decade, I have developed an understanding that I’ve written and I’m obligated to share with all of you. The legitimacy of war is not with man. The nemesis is the enemy within oneself.

To conquer this personal demon brings life. To be defeated by it evokes death. Those who shy away from this life-altering battle will remain locked in mere conflicts with other men that have no true purpose or spiritual worth.

If a man must fight, let it be to the death against the beast within himself. Win that battle, no man, no woman, no racial hatred, no system, no vindictiveness and no Machiavellianism can ever defeat you.

Today, and forever more, I can honestly say to all of you and to the world that the war within me is over. I’ve battled my demons and I was triumphant.

Without trying to sound preachy, each of you possess the innate ability to transcend these prison walls by virtue of your own positive message to your loved ones in society and/or in prison. Teach them how to avoid our destructive footsteps. Teach them to strive for higher education. Teach them to promote peace and teach them to focus on rebuilding the neighborhoods that you, others and I helped to destroy. As men of honor and integrity, it is our responsibilty to reach out.

In conclusion, may all of you achieve your goals and reclaim your freedom. Moreover, I want to thank Minister Louis Farrakhan and Mr. Roderick Hickman for making this opportunity possible.

Bumani—That’s Swahili for “peace.”

Embrace the science of a social agenda

Greetings to all of you. Before I begin, let us pause for a brief moment of silence for those who have lost their loved ones to senseless violence.

Thank you.

Indeed, this is an honor for me to speak to all of you. My name is Stanley “Tookie” Williams. I have been residing on San Quentin’s death row for over 24 years. I also have the undesirable identity for being the cofounder of the Crips, which today is a genocidal legacy I regret.

Across this nation, countless Black youth and adults are ending up in juvenile halls, youth authorities, prisons and/or being murdered, due to drugs, gangs, crime and violence. Clearly, we, Black folks, have become our own worst enemy. To live nowadays is the greatest challenge you will ever have to face in life.

I say to all of you that we are going backwards, not forwards. Each time we initiate Black-on-Black brutallity, Black-on-Black crime, Black-on-Black drug sales and usage, and other anti-Black acts, we are going backwards and perpetuating our own extinction. It’s time to come anew.

My Brothers, there’s no disguising the social problems. We can no longer allow ourselves to remain victims of the negative conditions. Just as there is a science to boxing, playing basketball, rapping skills, computer technology and parenthood, there is a scientific approach to our problem.

To legitimately survive in this country, we must embrace the science of a social agenda, meaning a plan that will promote better access for all of us to an education, honest employment, health care, affordable housing and spiritual growth; a social agenda that won’t cause harm or death to another Black person.

Such an agenda can be initiated by any one of you.Take a page out of my peace protocol. Learn how to establish community meetings by contacting community leaders, parents, church leaders, local businesses, youth and adult centers, local politicians and other interested parties. Get in touch with local rappers, entertainers, professional athletes and other entrepreneurs-turned-multimillionaires to discuss their participation in helping promote social change. That, my Brothers, is social power.

With that in mind, I call on all of you to unite your thoughts, energy and fortitude on a new battlefield. Therefore, I, Stanley “Tookie” Williams, challenge each of you to stand up against this long war of crime, violence and drugs, to proclaim a new and visionary struggle.

I challenge each of you to discard your anger for wisdom, and to shed the skin of vengeance for peace. I can’t do this alone nor can anyone else. We need all of you.

In conclusion, may all of you develop a united front to address the social dilemmas within your community and across this country. I also want to thank Minister Louis Farrakhan for making this opportunity possible, and other persons. I thank you, my brother.

May the Almighty bless us all.

Bumani—That’s Swahili for “peace.”

© Copyright 2005 FCN Publishing, FinalCall.com

Money Matter$ Pt. 2

2006-01-01T22:48:00.000-05:00

THE MILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR: Surprising secrets of America’s wealthy

Don’t you hate the word ‘Bling’ and despise shows like ‘Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous’? Like an infant zoned out on the illumination of a cell phone or the dangling of car keys, precious cash and the many things it buys are the majority of every human being’s top priority. Everyone wants to be rich but in reality, it’s a pipe dream that doesn’t last and turns up very hollow.

Advertisers spend millions on commercials and marketing in order to sell you a product or service. That is the essence of America and it’s economy. We’ve entered into the era of global capitalization and the astronomical rise of the consumer; ‘attacking malls in a single bound, leaping over clothing racks and tackling electronic appliances with super-human strength and a pouch filled with coupons.’

Thomas J. Stanley and William D. Danko open the floor to a term that should be significantly important in every individual’s life: Financial Independence. This book was a great read on the train ride to work, on the couch before dinner, and even in the bathroom after a burrito supreme. I enjoyed it, it’s only 258 pages and the chapters are interesting. The authors encourage research, investment and most of all the art of frugality. The reader gets a chance to get insider tips from lawyers and accountants, as well as brokers and real-life millionaires.

The reader gets a chance to meet real life millionaires that buy used, non-luxury vehicles, earn under $100,000 annually and live in middle class neighborhoods. No expensive jewelry, clothes or frequent lavish getaways. These ‘real millionaires’ could lose it all today and survive comfortably for the rest of their lives debt-free and pension-less with a net worth of anywhere between 1 and 10 million dollars and growing. With sections like ‘You Aren’t What You Drive’, ‘Time, Energy and Money,’ and ‘Find Your Niche,’ the finance tutorial and millionaire grooming process pushes forward into full swing. Net worth is all your assets/investments combined minus debt/liability, or annual income divided by age times 10. Terms like ‘Big Hat No Cattle’ keep it real to those who flash as opposed to those who stash. The authors even speak about buying cars by the pound: a four door full-size Buick sedan is $6.00 a pound vs. the Mercedes Benz 500 SL, which is $22.00 per pound. And this was in 1996.

After finishing The Millionaire Next Door, over three years on the New York Times Bestseller list and over two million copies sold, I am truly inspired to save the little bit of money that I have and make good investments. Most millionaires have no college education and are entrepreneurs who began saving and investing at an early age. It takes a lot of sacrifice and discipline to build longstanding wealth and achieve financial freedom for your family and generations to come. No ‘get rich quick scheme’ here, but a valuable lesson on defining one’s lifestyle.

The Year is 2005

2006-01-01T00:46:00.000-05:00

My memory often fades and I will try my greatest attempt of recapping all of the year 2005. First I must say that I am blessed to still be living, healthy and happy. My family is well and I have hope for the future. Tomorrow is tomorrow forever. Today is all I have. Let me speak on ’05…

A year of harsh growth, change and newness. My biggest accomplishment was graduating from college- May 14th. I worked really hard (came close to getting straight A’s for the first time ever), partied hard the night before and dragged myself across the red carpet the next day in my cap and gown. The best feeling I’ve ever had is having my family proud of me.

I didn’t have a lot of sex in 2005. The drought was prominent. I came out of some serious relationships and crazy romances from the year prior. I was really focused in ’05, not as much time to chase tail as I would have liked. A few one-nighters here, flirtatious evenings there and I am basically ready for ’06. I didn’t really make that much money either. I worked at a camp after graduation for a week- then started interning. I was balancing 21 credits and working hard on a music project, some artwork and a documentary, so getting a good amount of legal money wasn’t as big in the picture as I would have hoped for. So yeah, less money and time is fewer babes homey.

My friend was murdered in 2005. It affected me, but not as much as it would have had we been closer in the final days. He was like a brother to me earlier on and we kind of fell off over stupid shit as friends do. It really took awhile to register- death is so permanent. And it’s a shame when it happens to someone so brilliant and young. They still haven’t found his killer, but cops don’t really care when someone black is murdered. It happens too often for them to seriously care, the streets ‘aint talkin’, and it’s one less minority to worry about. I’ll always miss him and remember the good times. I gotta work 10 times harder, be 10 times flyer and flashier, and strive to grow intellectually and physically, as well as know my history and my true self. That’s dedicated to his memory.

I moved back home after 4 years, 2 in my own apartment. It was kind of weird, definitely comfortable but I have to respect my parent’s space. I’m not going to stay for too long but it is good to chill and save money. When you’re gone for good you stay gone. I’ve been talking with my parents a lot more lately. They’re real cool, good people. They do a lot for others through their careers and I respect their nobility. Just having dinner together, cocktails, going out, having intense conversations (without arguing) is something I would have never imagined but am extremely thankful for.

I started and finished an internship at one of the largest magazines in the world for the biggest media company in the world. It wasn’t bad. The people were real cool and the work was easy (nothing is as intense or difficult as the movie-making process, especially independent). I met some great people and made real valuable connects. It’s a definite shock and reality check when you’re done with school, and are sending out thousands of emails and phone calls, fixing and re-fixing your resume so it’s never perfect, hunting and stressing over finding a job. Anything. You can’t afford a vacation and the graduation money is wearing thin and you’re starting to get tired of sitting around the house eating and watching MTV while your friends that didn’t graduate or even go to college are looking at you with a smirk like “you’re not so hot now huh college grad?”

But it’s all good, because it’s just another year of your life that you got through. And the memories and experiences are now apart of you. And things will get better. My heart goes out to the victims of Hurricane Katrina, a devastating natural disaster and despicable display of patriotism and heroics by the U.S. government, they made a life and death situation racial and economic. The world has seen the panties of the United States of America and people must recognize that politics is real. We can’t even protect, serve or save our own, but international heroics is a definite when global politics and disaster come into play. To the many un-earthed, without a home, lost family members and a shattered way of life, I will do what I can to help and my prayers are with you. Earthquake in Pakistan, riots in France, genocide in Africa, poverty in South America- my heart and prayers are with you all as well. 2006 is definitely a year for charity and community service.

What else, the MTA strike in New York was crazy! The streets were flooded with people walking for miles and miles, sun-up to sundown. Cabs had flat rates of $25 dollars per trip and commuters trekked across the Brooklyn Bridge in 20-degree weather to earn their paycheck, poor tourists. No bus or subway. Workers were fed up with bad working conditions, retirement plans and pay. The money’s never good enough. Exploitation is real but thankfully to the city of New York an agreement was made right in time for Christmas. The Union was fined $1 million per day by a federal judge for the illegal strike.

It is now officially the year 2006. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst. I plan on being extremely productive, positive, disciplined and focused. I will definitely get my Mack on and paper-stack on. Best advice: laugh often and save money. 2006 is going to be amazing. Hopefully I will see 23 and much more, and let’s pray that an abundance of blessings are in store. Peace

Money Matter$ Pt. 1

2005-12-30T09:58:00.000-05:00

Chapter 1
Vintage-> (7/7/2004-Wed.7pm)

Let’s get the bullshit out of the way, 1st thing on my mind is money. Stressing over money has me losing hair and sleep. It’s terrible. The people with money see that it isn’t everything and that it doesn’t buy happiness, people without money work and slave their entire lives for it. Why? Capitalist society claims the dollar as its god, so to exist comfortably and have access and power in this world you must have money; plain and simple. Money is never constant and never definite. It gets earned and spent and stolen and invested and worshipped. Even though it can take an individual extremely far there is a limit and height to its power. It’s a paper bill with a dead white president’s face on it. People kill other people for it. Money, property, power and control are colorless and timeless. The war and struggle has been going on since day one throughout all races and will continue forever.

Ok, get to the point. Life is about work and the pursuit of happiness. Money is a reward or compensation. That’s it. You can buy many things and hopefully help another human being less fortunate. The value lies within the struggle, within the grind and the work.

My mother’s first car was a Plymouth Horizon back in the 80’s, old, used and white (like Liz Taylor--damn). She now drives a black BMW 300 series. I know the difference but I don’t really feel it. It’s a car. Drives from point A to point B. It looks much nicer, is a better car, attracts a whole lot more positive and negative attention, costs a lot more, causes more worry and is harder to keep up. My mom looks good in it but she’s always looked good. She deserves the best but the automobile does not sanctify or equate to my mother’s 25 years of working 2-3 jobs, pinching pennies, cutting corners, dragging herself to work everyday so she could support her family and teach society’s bad/dysfunctional children. She is making a difference. And when we go out it’s not me and my moms in the Beamer, it’s me and moms going to the supermarket to get some orange juice.

So we’ve established that money is definitely needed to survive, gain power and access and feed the many desires of man and woman, you can also change a lot of people’s lives. In life your goal should be to do whatever it is that you want to do as long as it doesn’t harm another human being. That’s too broad but it’ll do for now. I should include honor, humanity and integrity but to each is own. The little things in life should make you happiest.

Right now I’m so concerned about finding work and earning money and paying bills while hoping to get a fresh wardrobe, drive an expensive new car, have an abundance of women, be creative, move up in status, have a house, own real estate and travel. But when I was younger all I wanted was a 12 speed; a pair of new Nikes that would last 1 year. The sweetest and prettiest girl in the neighborhood I would write a letter to, asking to be my 1 and only girlfriend. I would play basketball from 7am to 9pm all day long and that was joy. That was bliss. Drugs, no way! What for? How has life changed so drastically? What has society and experience and curiosity done to me? Television, magazines, corporate advertising, propaganda, war, lack of value on human life is what’s real. An idea. A pen and a notebook. A keyboard and a beat machine.

Why does everyone in the world want to be a star? What’s so glamorous about it besides the money? The world gives celebrity’s power and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying and appreciating, even envying their talent. But once you’re public, you are no longer your own. The fans and the media own you regardless of what you say and how you feel. You’re in this entertainment box void of being seen as a regular human being any longer. Achievements glorified, mistakes enlarged and taken out of proportion. They crucify you if you are anything less than perfect. It is all entertainment, good and bad, not far from the days of ancient Rome. But this is what every human being wants to be, a star. Not a noble firefighter that combats fears and risks his/her life all the time to save another’s, or a teacher who has the biggest impression and impact on an individual’s life from an early age. No, we want the money and fame without having the talent. And if we do have the talent, we’re too lazy and uninspired to work to cultivate and perfect it. From my perception, they advertise the route to getting rich as being quick and amazing, resulting in a cumulation of ‘things’, all the ‘things’ in the world no matter how stupid or rare for a price that no longer matters to you. When in actuality the route to attaining real, lasting wealth is not easy at all, and you often have to avoid splurging for those ‘things’ to keep your money safe.

What I’m saying is, you have to laugh and enjoy every bit of life without money being a major factor. Good and bad in one’s life will always exist and hopefully be at a balance. Don’t get it twisted, I’m building my portfolio and gaining wealth for my family, but charity is the real mission. There are a lot of people in this world that need a great deal of help. It’s funny, certain people around the world look at individuals in America, that are really struggling in poverty, as living in luxury.

Music review: Get Rich or Die Tryin' soundtrack

2005-12-29T16:18:00.000-05:00

In today’s rap world it is impossible to talk about music, beef, fashion, entrepreneurship and success without mentioning G-Unit and its fearlessly talented leader, 50 Cent. For however long it lasts, this is the way Curtis Jackson planned it.

On the eve of his major motion-picture acting debut, Get Rich or Die Tryin’, Fifty gives birth to his first full-length soundtrack which follows the tried and true G-Unit philosophy: "If it aint broke, don't fix it.” The well-to-do gangster rarely strays from the beaten path. A winning combination of R&B hooks and nostalgic street tales have bolstered Fifty’s confidence in hit making. The first single, “Hustlers Ambition,” is a fireball of motivation. “I need you to hate, so I can use you for your energy,” says Fifty atop a Frankie Beverly & Maze sample. A steady flow of crisp infectious production (Dr. Dre, Hi-Tek, Ron Browz) serves as the backdrop for essential rider music. “Window Shopper” sends marvelous chills through the listener as Fifty boasts of his enormous wealth over angelic keys and brash chords proclaiming royalty. “The top feels so much better than the bottom,” says Fifty to all haters and non mega-millionaires.

Although his crooning at times seems monotonous and lukewarm, Fifty comes strapped with an arsenal of firepower from a revamped roster. The lyrically adept G-Unit gorillas Young Buck and Lloyd Banks step to the plate and hit grand slams with the exceptional cuts “Don’t Need No Help,” a guitar heavy F— the police anthem, and “Get Low,” a song to make you sweat in the middle of December. Hood veterans and newly signed G-Unit members, M.O.P. and Mobb Deep fail to disappoint on “When Death Becomes You” and the Nate Dogg-assisted “Have a Party.” The gray areas lie with Ma$e’s badly out of place verse on “I Don’t Know Officer,” and a lackluster track by Tony Yayo, “Fake Love.” Oh yeah, and where’s Olivia? Does Fifty really have to sing a solo on every hook? If he decided to share the mic, it could be like a Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson Christmas special.

This soundtrack to a ghetto epic is on pace with the film’s various bright, somber and aggressive moods but does not fall short of the G-Unit reputation for producing solid material. The few sparks of creativity will be more than enough to satisfy hungry fans but Fifty does not venture that far outside of the box to recruit new ones.

The Intro

2005-12-28T21:11:00.000-05:00

I’m trying to start my 1st blog and this shit is stressing me out. I have no patience, none at all for this high-tech popularity pseudo communication type shit. But alas, here I be…

I think technological advancements are cool, my generation is the shit and we’re tough and fly and political and funny and more internationally united than ever. The Hip-Hop generation has corporations salivating. I think that ‘label’ transcends music and includes slang, technology, fashion, literature, the nightlife, dance, a mindset/psychology, love & hate, culture, freedom, expression, sports, art, global politics and economics, poverty and success (just to name a few). We want it now!! And there’s nothing wrong with that; just be willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Some of us will never know what we want and that's cool too. Shit, everybody has a place and a part to play in the script. A revolution that started in the black community in the 70’s- pure and fiery now stands for a generation. As we wrap up 2005 I realize how fast time is moving. The world isn't perfect, but fuck it! I gotta live my life while I'm here baby. Young entrepreneurs, leaders, revolutionaries, superstars, brilliant minds (and nerds like myself) I salute you. Welcome to my blog. And if they get out of line, break shit, make too much noise or fuck up my high… I will definitely spank your kids!