August 30, 2009 § 1 Comment
I haven’t done one of these in awhile.. But before I begin. I want to
clear up and misconceptions on what “Picasso speaks…” post is. Its
not a poem. And its not a random internet rant on some popular topic.
But it is. Me literally talking to you… As we if we face to face I
just begin to talk….and there lies the beauty of it. Its done here
on my blog. Do you choose to read it alllll the way through just as
you would choose to listen if we were face to face. But either way,in
both scenarios, I get my point across.
Now. On to the good stuff…
A few months ago my mom approached me asking about school. Ya kno,
asking about teachers,the work, the people, etc. And for the most
part my responses were very generic. About a week later she comes to
me & says she doesn’t want me here. (Meaning at home, in this
city.)this time next year.so from that statement I was a little
confused on she came to me and said such a thing.she goes on to say,
she notices that I’m not happy here. I’m like “what…? I never said
that.” she responded & says you didn’t have too… I can tell… Him.
Coming from her it was a valid point….long story short she TELLS
me, to transfer schools and get out of MD. I’m still a bit shocked by
this topic between me & her.. Soooo of course I think about it. And I
realized that she was right…I’m not happy here….
Now. By NO means do I HATE the DMV. By no means do I HATE anyone here
in the DMV. Soooooo PLEASE don’t send texts,emails, & what not
talking some bull about “what about meeee premo?” shut up.
Ok. Back to my point.
I do love this city and I love where I live. But as I revert back to
when I was sooOOoooo determined to go chicago and start my life and
my career goals. That I was the happiest then; than I am now. And I
think it was because. Starting my life in chicago was something to
look forward too…but that was thwarted and since then. I haven’t
had something THAT big to look forward too… So that’s probaly why I
am unhappy in this place that I just coexist in.
Sooo to cheer me up. I have something to look forward too…… Its
chicago.(again). Within the next year I am preparing myself for that
moment when I can hit a restart button on my life, and wake up in the
south loop of downtown chicago.
THAT is what I’m looking forward too. The new faces, the places, the
new me. The new of EVERYTHING is more than enough to give back that
motivation I’ve been missing…
to be continued.
August 26, 2009 § 2 Comments
JEEEEZZZ my phones cam is IILLLLL!!!!
August 26, 2009 § Leave a comment
Three Hundred Sixty Five days and counting…
August 26, 2009 § Leave a comment
“Heart of the City” (Aint No Love”
Uh, uh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov’
What’s up you all niggas all fed up ’cause I got a little cheddar
and my records moving out the store?
Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
“More money, more problems” – gotta move carefully
’cause faggots hate when you getting money like athletes
Yung’uns ice-grilling me, oh – you’re not feeling me?
Fine; it cost you nothing – pay me no mind
Look, I’m on my grind cousin, ain’t got time for fronting
Sensitive thugs, you all need hugs
Damn though mans I’m just trying do me
If the record’s two mill I’m just trying move three
Get a couple of chicks, get ’em to try to do E
Hopefully they’ll menage before I reach my garage
I don’t want much, fuck I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Bird-ass niggas I don’t mean to ruffle you all
I know you’re waiting in the wing but I’m doing my thing
Where’s the love?
And then the Fugee’s gonna break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got something to say
What’s all the fucking fussing for? Because I’m grubbing more
and I pack heat like I’m the oven door?
Niggas pray and pray on my downfall
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
Now I don’t wanna have to kill southpaw
Don’t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I’m not looking at you dudes, I’m looking past you
I thought I told you characters I’m not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam
Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where’s the love?
Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I’m successful you’ll pull this shit
Nigga I’ll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let’s end the speculation, I’m talking to all you
Males shouldn’t be jealous that’s a female trait
Watch you mad ’cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
You all don’t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don’t make me shit – where’s the love?