There Are Songs

That I hear sometimes that I absolutely fall in love with. I feel like one day, they'll describe the exact feeling that I have about someone, something, or a moment in time. I'm happy that I can finally use this song as a placemarker for the time that I'm experiencing with you right now. Enjoy.

Swag.

R.I.P

You were an old soul in a young body. You saw more troubles in 27 years than most people see in a lifetime. I always had hope that somehow, you'd come back. That you'd make a u-turn on the dangerous road that you were so foolishly speeding down. Today I wokeup and heard you were gone. I was shocked. But at the same time I was relieved. Relieved that your troubled soul could finally rest. I still wish you could have given us more. More music, more life, more time here on Earth. But maybe that was what brought your life to an end. Endless giving. Maybe there was no more left to give, so you gave yourself. Thank you for the music, thank you for your stories, and most importantly, thank you for your life. Your a legend now. Rest In Peace Ms. Whinehouse. There will never be another.

Music to Shake Your Ass To.

You Made It.

I love it when authentic people make it. Hopefully he doesn't sell out now /:

Congrats Homie.

I Finally Found Someone

Who is willing to go to war for me.

You don't know how good this feels.

I'm trying my best to savor it while the sea is still calm.

Maybe I was wrong.



 Maybe I was wrong.

The Barbershop Adventures.

Sometime last week I went to go get my haircut at the local barbershop that I've been going to since I moved back to Ft. Worth. I've gotten my haircut there twice, by different people both times. The first guy did the best job, the second guy was good as well but I still liked the first barber more. This being my third time, I planned on getting my haircut by barber number one. Once I get there, to my surprise, neither barber number one, nor barber number two are present. Instead, there was a lone barber. One I'd never seen before. This fellow was a dark skinned brother with a clean shaven face and an inch long ponytail. He said he was "new" and that he was the only barber in the mornings. My gut instinct told me to turn and walk away. But I knew I wouldn't have time to get my haircut any other day of the week. So, I sat in the chair, and this is happened after that:

Needless to say, I've been walking around with a sub-par haircut for about a week now and I will never ever ever again get my haircut by Uncle Ruckus. Even if I'm in a rush. There are just some rules that can never be broken. Every black man knows that there's two people that you don't get your haircut by:
1) the new guy
2) the guy with no one in his chair.
I did both. I can only be mad at myself.

Live and Learn.

August 5th Bitches.

 "I made Jesus Walks, I'm never goin' to Hell."


Not only the day that yours truly was born, but also the day that "Watch the Throne" drops. In case you've been living under a rock, that's the name of the collaborative effort by Jay-Z and Kanye West.
Play time is over.

Cool.

Classic Yeezy Beat.

"Talk to me maaaaan."

Friday.

A$$

From the album Finally Famous: The Album. Review Coming Soon.

Everytime

I start to think I can unpack my bags, my flight changes.

Everytime.

I'm picky of places I choose to visit, which is why I'm usually content with staying on the plane.

But it seems like the few times that I actually scope out a destination... the few times that I actually look forward to undoing my seatbelt, everytime I get ready to unload my carry on... my destination changes.

Goodbye palm trees, good bye mountains, goodbye beautiful skyscrapers. Goodbye..

I just want to find a destination already. Maybe I'm stuck on this plane forever.

More peanuts please.