Whenever I see the bullshit on Worldstar and some of the dumb shit that I encounter in the inner city… I often ask myself “Damn, Did the Civil Rights Movement even happen?!” because with the amount of bullshit I see, you wouldn’t think any of those monumental events ever occurred.
D’Angelo is BACK!!!
Deon Cole is Hilarious… but everything he’s saying.. reality
2
I was cast away one Saturday afternoon,
War torn, restless, defeated, and starved,
Unwanted by Venus,
Therefore my form is of an infuriated Mars,
“Who does to stare at thee unloved” my disposition screamed from my soul’s summit,
Turned away the food of warmth and tenderness from my cold stomach,
“Your charity in a piteous chant is unwelcome yet appreciated”
Swimming deep in the wells of misguided hatred,
I drown only to find that pleasurable pain and painful pleasure are one in the same,
Finding strength in my wounded state creates valor and vigor,
Either that or I need to thank the healing source of brown liquor
I waited a while to write about this album. This is probably one of my favorite albums of 2011 and I’ll continue to play it’s music. My issue with the album wasn’t with the production or the artists but rather with Hip-Hop fans and “purists”. I defended the album so hard on twitter, you would’ve thought my name was in the liner notes. In hindsight, I should’ve just ignored their opinions because after all, we as individuals are all entitled to them but my mischievous side never allows me to chill out when it comes to a argument.
First, I would like to acknowledge the argument that it isn’t cool to talk about wealth, materialism on records when the country faces financial turmoil in a stifling economy. Jay-Z and Kanye West are two young, black and wealthy hip-hop artists who are far from impoverished so why would they continue to write and perform songs about something that’s no longer an issue in their lives.
You don’t have to tell me twice about how ridiculously difficult it is to find a job. Sending out countless resumes without any chances in hell of getting employed. When I heard Watch The Throne, I looked past the talk of cars, women, bottle popping, and endless stacks of cash to find something that I aspire to be: affluent. Living from check to check doesn’t do much in terms of boosting one’s morale and I could be a lot more powerful with a nice chunk of change in my back account. I’d love to have the luxury of travelling to Paris, London, and Tokyo without worrying how each trip would affect my pockets. Being a broke is a joke that I refuse to find hilarious.
I admit, some people may listen to Watch The Throne and only hear tales of extravagance and decadence because its all that they desire or it’s all that their closed minds (and ears) absorb. In my opinion, being materialistic makes everything in life superficial and though you will be rich in assets, you will be poor in spirit. Watch The Throne may not be everyone’s cup of Earl Grey tea but before you denounce it because of its apparent opulence, check out “Murder To Excellence” to get an idea of what the fuels this album.
Miles Davis’ 60 Minutes Interview (1989)
Miles was a legend and I wish I could’ve met him… His attitude and perspective on life is one for the books.
I never liked saying that word. I was taught to never utter such a profane term while referring to a woman. And why would I? Especially hearing Queen Latifah talk about punching someone “dead in his eye” over it as an impressionable preteen. I remember getting in trouble for playing with the word and this girl’s name in class and almost catching wreck for it in the 5th grade. And it wasn’t until high school that I notice my fellow classmates substitute the words for girl, woman, etc. for the unflattering “terms of endearment”.
So what was a nice, well mannered, young brother from West Philadelphia supposed to do in a climate where “respect” for the other gender lost its luster? I almost got into a fight in college with these younger guys who worked for dining services over asking this question about a girl he saw me with: “So Mike, is that your new bitch?” I had to politely tell that kid to chill but then since he lacked class, he automatically tried to act tough but of luckily, nothing came of it. Ironically, the girl I defended actually put me through some of the most uncalled for, unscrupulous bullshit of my collegiate junior year and the summer that followed. But is she a bitch? Nope. Just a goofy broad who actually did me a favor. Blessing in disguise.
I’m almost 30 years old. Well, I have like 2 and half years to go but you’ll get the point. I’ve dealt with women who were beautiful inside and out and I’ve also dealt with a few ladies that I wanted to put in eight consecutive headlocks. I’ve dropped the “b-word” in conversation with a limited number of friends only while expressing my frustration about any woman who decides to bring forth bullshit in my path. I’ll probably never call a woman a “bitch” to her face because that’s not how I get down but I can never say “never” right? So I’ll do my best to maintain my composure.
What I find really find humorous are the women who call themselves “bad bitches”. “Bad Bitch” usually refers to a woman who’s on point physically and maybe mentally (I don’t think I’ve ever heard Trina discuss the Pythagorean Theorem in her songs but she could be a rocket scientist). I have no problem stepping out with a very attractive woman but if she ever said to me “Mike, I’m a bad bitch yada yada yada” I’d have to treat her like she’s expendable. A woman with confidence is a must have but there’s a difference between that and a false sense of entitlement. In conclusion, if you refer to yourself as a “bitch”, don’t be surprised if you receive that kind of treatment.
| — | Edwin H. Land |
Jealousy should be a felony, especially when you’re a grown man angry because a woman is feeling someone else instead of you. Gossiping, throwing dirt on another brothers name, etc. is whack by any means. Keep calm and chill the fuck out chiefs.
As a member of the male species, I can say that sex is a beautiful thing and very necessary in sustaining my sanity. I watched my fair share of pornographic films over the span of 20 plus years and I’m not shocked by anything anymore. But do I still see certain women and fantasize about doing wild things with them? Yes very much so, especially with so many talking the talk.
We live in a society where the Amber Roses, Kim Kardashians, and World Star Candy models thrive off their sexuality. I’d be lying if I said that if any of the women named offered me a risk free night of fucking that I’d turn them down because I’d certainly would not BUT would I seek a relationship? Nope. I have nothing against those women but it’s like if other brothers (a multitude of them) have been intimate with them then by all means I’ll take the pass on that.
Every chick who I’d have crazy fresh out prison type sex with isn’t who I’d want for a relationship. It’s quite a few women in Philly who I’d whip out the beecho for, you know, slang the almighty Alabama Night Stick on but its all based on sexual attraction not for anything “legitimate” reason like personality, level of intelligence, or even their overall likability.
When I was younger, I learned the hard way that you can’t “save” them all if they don’t want to be saved. I treat all situations differently because not every woman’s the same and neither are their motives. You have to know the game in order to play it. Although I’m not about playing games but when you’re in Rome, you do as the Romans do, no matter how retarded or ass backwards.
I said once that I’d never get a tattoo. It wasn’t really my thing and with the numerous young, uncouth dickfaces in my neighborhood adorning themselves with the ugliest body art ever I removed tattoos from my mind. I remember last year I thought about a tattoo based upon my astrological sign but my friends quickly shot it down and showed me the error in my goofy ways.
I remember talking to my good friend MP about tattoos last week and for some reason the Japanese Irezumi body art came to mind and I’ve been committed ever since. I contacted my cousin about something music related and somehow the subject of Irezumi reared its wonderful head mid conversation and he volunteered to design the artwork. We came up with the characters for the design and he emailed me early sketches this earlier today and I can’t wait to show everyone once it’s finished.
When I said I wouldn’t get a tattoo, I said I especially wouldn’t allow myself to brand myself for life with a symbol, picture, etc. that had little to no meaning. This tattoo represents the next phase of my life. The death of the old and birth of the new. I’ve played by the book my entire life and I’m tired of not getting my just do in life. With the economy and unemployment, it’s my back against the wall. But even though I’m outnumbered, I refused to be outgunned. My tattoo will represent humility in the face of adversity. I don’t brag but I’m confident especially when it comes to my creativity especially since its all that I have to separate me from the mediocre mongrels that inhale and exhale bullshit on a daily basis.
The tattoo will represent change. How can I change anything externally if I don’t start internally? You already know the answer…
1
On a dusty June Morning, I was awakened by fire engine sirens,
From a dream that featured a faceless Nietzsche and Lord Byron,
Warning me that lust is an ever growing anti-spiritual tyrant,
“It devours all those that it’s empowered” they said,
The air swirled with arterial blues and blood rich reds,
The surface started to pump something beneath me,
Amidst the floors convulsing, I felt my mortality pulsing and suddenly cease.
Was I alive or dead?
Was this unearthly vibration somehow contrived in my head?
The smell of the city swept through my room swiftly,
To my left, she laid in sweet slumber,
Another uneventful fling from last summer….
All I want to do is liberate you physically,
Fill your mind with a multitude of ecstasy,
Fourplay Lesson A,
Lesson B? A connection of a higher power,
Steamy glass doors with impressions of our bodies after long showers,
Tasting the nectar of your sweet flower,
An incomparable deliciousness,
Your body is a temple where I worship,
I believe all of your imperfections are perfect,
My fingers trace along smooth curves of inner thighs,
And much more,
A voracious look in your eye is what I lust for,
Lost in your sensual caressing,
I take every kiss on my body as a blessing…
