A fool can't play the wise but the wise can act a fool

been slackin on my mackin like a mutha, but it's all gravy

mad muthatfuqas just up and stopped writing all together, adding to more stress in trying to locate alternative voices and thoughts that i want to read. there's plenty out there, i just ain't feelin 'em all.

so anyways, it's type hectic in this life sht right now.

from regular growing pains, to new leaves, mushy sht, and niggarama, it's a wonder what busy people do to keep themselves sane...cuz i ain't even that much of a busy no mo.

yes, it's damn near 3pm on a monday and i'm BS'ing, but i got a flexible gig like that, and whut.

Fuck what your ego say
Don't take shit for granted homey we don't play
All's fair in love and war, piece of cake
But beef is rare like a bloody piece of steak

hell, i can't even remember all that's been going on to give an adequate recap aside from saying that i'm trying my best to walk the straight and narrow and and thankful i got some good people on my team to hold me down.

like the atlantic's waves or a geechie creek's tide, the high and lows of this year are a mix of joy, frustration, enlightenment, and tension.

each day i take a step to be more activein the lives of local youth and then it seems a step backwards was taken at the same time.

Love or fear, the fear last longer
But love is stronger, so I stay loyal to love with honor
You got those who wanna take that for weak
Be prepared, they'll test you in front of your peeps

for example, i hit up critical breakdown last night. it was a great event, good and boisterous crowd, and dope performances. but i'll be damned if less than 10 minutes the show was to end, a fuqing fight broke out upstairs. just and ugly ending to a beautiful event with a focus of proving a safe, drama-free space for youth expression. same shT, different decade is all that runs through my mind. but then i can kinda feel the apprehension of adults to even get involved. on one hand, you wanna jump in and break sht up, but then you don't wanna end up getting shanked your damn self. so it's a catch-22 that's existed for a long time, yet no resolution ever seems clear. make me think of the stories my grandfather used to tell me about his teen gangs on the Lower East Side back in the late 40's and 50's.

You'll never fit up in my shoes so don't try 'em on
I always tear it up, I'm 'bout as calm as a quiet storm
Legendary lyricist, nice guy persona
My songs celebrate life and you can play 'em for your momma