off the wall

busy week. tis it is. tis it is.

more problems. more headaches. more cold weather. more rain. more meetings.

man...i CANNOT WAIT til JAMAICA. Hopefully, I'll have my passport delivered in the mail before it's time to depart. I sent it in on Saturday, so my fingers are crossed that no mix-ups occur.

but man...when your peoples let you down, they really let you down.

let's see...how do i count the ways?

maybe i could talk about Busta and his double-speak. yeah yeah yeah. street credibility. too many guilty parties and you still making music talking about shT that has your former bodyguard's family now mourning. i can't get with that, bus-a-bus. it just ain't right, son.

or maybe we should talk about Cassidy and his fresh-out-of-jail rhymes about going back to jail. is it me or is this b!tch bragging about not serving much time? yes, i know how macho it is to skate on minimal time, but really though. kinda reminds me of that Nas verse from Verbal Intercourse. "It's like a cycle. N!ggas'll come home. Some'll go in. Do a bullet. Come back. Do the same shT again." It just hurts your head so much for such bullshT to get more props than people out there doing shT the right way. Very muthafuqing frustrating indeed, B.