They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chop serum

I tried to hold on but before long I dropped
When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop
Trapped in the barber's chair
Oh no, they're gonna try and cut my hair
But that can't stop the Prophet

-Jeru The Damaja, "Can't Stop The Prophet"

my sights were set
on inner visions
of furthering my bling
i had a thing for the green
but the sticky-icky prevented me
from fully doing my thing
so i had to settle with simply a fling
and a week's salary ring

i flailed my arms in the air
but to no avail
because my despair fell on deaf ears
the frankie cutlass in me
wanted her to fuq me for free
but still i had to get my wieght up

so i stayed up many a late night
trying to burn those nocturnal oils
and plow through the toil and torture
but still could only muster up a measly 'have a good night'
WTF?!

apparently...I need to sleep more often

Make the love, Paint the picture, Write the song

...the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean.
-Atmosphere (Slug)

It's fuqing bright outside already but I'm still considering it Saturday night. I ended up getting a last, last-minute call and invite to the Steppin Out event to benefit the Dimock Street Health Center. It was rather swanky affair, but definitely had its share of eyebrow-raisers. And oh, how I loathe not having my whip handily available. (Side bar: If you're lost, stay lost). So anyways, it was a good look. Ran into some folks I haven't seen in a while and some others that I see every so often. Also managed to weave in some networking to boot, so it wasn't a completely wasted night. But I'm still up trying to expunge all this extra energy. I need to take a fuqing jog around Jamaica Pond or something. This night owl shT can get crazy at times.

I'm energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit

So just move like I'm Simon and I said it.
-Grand Puba, "I Like It"

There comes a time when you have a chance to sit back and relax and just soak in the good tidings that you've been blessed with. Nahmean? My man A* called last night, head the sickness in my voice, and scooped up the midget today. What a nice guy. So basically, I'm not feeling as a anti-everything as I was yesterday. I thin I will take my uncle up on his suggestion that I write his brother. I' not saying I will write immediately and mail the shT tomorrow, because I procrastinate way too much that. Hell, I have some shT that may get recycled by the dry cleaning folks if I don't get my a$$ over there pronto. So anyways...that Puba line came through the tube today and I said to myself, 'Word." It's not like I don't say it enough, but it's not everyday that we get to sit back and smile at the successes we've had in life. Some folks have the benefit of good luck, inherited wealth, and ill skills, whereas others just do their thing on the daily. We grind it out on the humble and don't ask for handouts, but stil reach for the stars. Our arms aren;t too short to box with God, but we still pray for a better tomorrow. Feel me? I caught up with some of my peoples from across the country today and felt blessed to know so many people of varied interests and passions all working towards a common thread; happiness. Whether it's my homegirl Ty* striving for succes in the mdeical field, while balancing it with the demands of being a new mother, or my homie C* in Cali focused on getting a gig in NYC, but not quite sure how the hell to make the square resume fit into a round position. One day it'll all make sense, right?

Though I know to grow I gotta learn to let go

Though I know the dough I gotta bring it back to the ghetto
Arrows on Tarot cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind
-Common

Sometimes, folks just can't ever seem to get it right. and it sucks, but it is what it is. this life shT ain't rocket science. nahmean? Just found out about this a wek or so ago amd got asked to today to write a letter. But of course, the only thing I can think about are two songs. Nas' "One Love" and Outkast's "Git Up, Git Out," in which Cee-Lo spit oe of the illest verse ever. I should just copy and paste, huh?

...you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
N!gga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...
Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?