Been spending time with my friends and they chirrens. Playing with the little boogers, exchanging stories and discussing parenting in general. And you know what I think EVERY time… I really miss soulful’s 456 (and jose!). Kid kept me sane. Although she didn’t really get to see our bond, it was OURS….Before I start spilling my soul… I just miss him.
Category: LOSS
Everything Is Going Fine
I got my hands by side I said ‘bye’, wow didn’t see you in a while that was nice, I must admit a few feelings reawoke, after all it’s been it a while since we spoke, my how times flies I wanna rewind it, I’m still standin here thinkin bout yo fineness, so you say you got a new man in your life, that’s nice, but deep down I really wanna cry, but even though that’s sensitive it’s hard now to admit it, cuz when we broke up something inside me shifted, I thought I had it figured out, but now I don’t get it, I figured if you saw me again then you’ll feel it, I suppose I was wrong did we switch apparel can somebody turn on some Ella Fitzgerald, so now the moon is high I wanna howl at it, cupid done betrayed me again how bout it, now maybe I’m naive maybe I should leave I’m standing here the whole time rubbin on my sleeve, I feel like I never get the girl like Steve, it irks me out when your perfume leans and grabs on to my snout you flirt you tease, get out – get out, my mind, ok, well fine, what you say, you tryin to make me lose ain’t you, I bet you think I ain’t the recipe for danger that you lookin for, actually I’m layin in the fuckin boat up shit’s creek, and no it ain’t the best feelin but I heard somebody mention that the fishin ain’t too bad if you mess with it, so admit it are we that different?, gravity is not really a fact is it? Well how would you explain why I’m fallin, huh, how would you explain why I’m fallin…. In love with you, I’m fallin in love with you I’m fallin in love with you I’m fallin in love with you I’m fallin in love with you. . . Stay fallin in love with you Stay fallin in love with you
Obsession: Taxi
‘bags packed at home lookin lost, trippin out ended up where you start’*
Since the preview of this track dropped in December i’ve been hooked. Just like the rest of the internets. The beat has me on some zone out spaced out shit. And Mos? FIRE! Wish he was on all the verses
*tell me about it
Slippin
See, to live is to suffer, but to survive, well, that’s to find meaning in the suffering
Im losin it
Having emotional and mental breakdown..
A little bit, or a lot
I shed tears today. Haven’t in a sec. I deal with my emotions in a very unhealthy way. That way is: not dealing with them at all. Storing them away. Not letting it out. Not sharing. But what’s to share really? I’ll figure it.
Reality might be setting in. Idk. I’m gonna keep fighting. Hoping. Without hopes and dreams what do we have…
And it weighs a ton
feelin a little heavy hearted so I turned to Suite for Ma Dukes. Fall in Love (above) and Nag Champa are genius enough. But these interpretations are incredible. It always fucks with me that the GREAT artists end up dead before they are supposed to….
Welcome home back to LA
I’ve had a nice welcome by all my friends and family. Is it where I wanna be? No. What I want? No. But at least everyone wants to help and wants me to be successful. They understand where I’d rather be, but reality is that that’s not happening. So LA, I’m here. Let’s do this
ode to the boy
told the boy i was leaving, this is how it went:
me: tomorrow I’m leaving. I won’t be back anymore. ok
the boy: you leaving to your house
me: yes
the boy: then you coming back here
me: no i’m not gonna be here anymore buddy
the boy: but you love my mama
me: *instant tears*i know, but i won’t be here anymore
the boy: (repeats 3 more times) you love mama, druw
the boy will be 4yrs old monday. He will be in my heart forever.
When Nas – The World leaked I loved the production by Kanye. The lyrics meant nothin till The Boy was brought in my life. then at least a part of them were ever relevant.
a new life soon begins, like I told you “when I’m in, I’m in”….baby girl had a son he was 3, yeah i took him in now she call him little me, i even look like him, naw i mean he look like me, a couple shades darker. . ..
I’m leavin
not on a jet plane. but i’m gone. the pain, it runs deep.