Redman - Freestyle (Video)

Redman with a fresh freestyle for that ass!

Broken Glass All In My Mouth

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t know who that is staring at me. Who’s that guy weathered by stress and beats himself down to a pulp. Does he fail to realize that he is divine? I know that I am divine but sometimes I look at myself and it hurts my eyes. The reflection I see…the guy that is inside of me..asking what’s it like to be free…ooh free is just a state of mind…a simple feeling…strikingly blindly to the depths of the ceilings…of caverns of my thoughts…I was bought….hell, well I can’t be bought when all I ever had is to soon to be lost…I scraped, scratched, and fought for the world to be easy…found out that I was much more than the dirt so she could see me….maybe she would give it a chance to derail my train of thought….so we could get beyond all the soon on here and after thoughts…but the timing of these events just didn’t seem to come here on after…I stated and forgave her for me crying and her laughter…the soon of a broken thought made the jokes a bit badder…like climbing to the top then realizing it’s a broken ladder…

Refurbished Dell

Fingers working almost overtime at a double pace while the notes of a piano play through the raggedy speakers of this refurbished Dell laptop. A song by Atmosphere playing in the background; he types away at the keyboard hoping for something inspirational to jump out at him like a panther pouncing on its prey in a jungle. But, there still is nothing inspirational coming into the background or even his foreground as he types. The clock on the desk blinking "2:23 A.M." from the power outage two hours and twenty-three minutes ago. His ironed-on tightness of a face begins to give in to two large dimples. His pupils are now wider as the song comes on. The song he had first heard back in January that has made him a fan of this particular band, Band of Horses. As the tempo of the song begins to go back down, his heart rate becomes parallel with the bass line slowing down as well. The chorus comes back in raising the tempo (and his heart rate) once more. He finds himself staring into space looking for some inspiration. Damn it, some sort of inspiration somewhere around this room. He looks at the bright colored shoes below him thinking they might have some sort of worth in this writing. He shrugs and continues to type away, but finds nothing to write about. Another blog finished.

Play list on Random and An Imagination

I am sitting here on this couch writing and even typing away at these keys hoping and wishing for something inspiring to hop into my mind to be spilled onto this blog, but nothing seems to be coming to mind. As "Knife Prty" by the Deftones plays, I am still finding myself flow into this writing navigated by the tempo of the percussion and guitars whaling throughout the remainder of the song.

I could float here forever...We're all anemic.
-Deftones

Chino Moreno has become one of my favorite rock vocalists for the simple fact is this guy can actually sing his ass off unlike most American front men of rock bands. What I have been noticing in the rock scene (music scene in general) is that the demand for a person with a great and original voice is not an antecedence like it was in previous decades.

Dieselboy is a drum and bass DJ based out of Atlanta, Georgia; his music that he has produced has engrossed me deeper into the drum and bass genre. Drum and bass being one of the many immense sub-genres of the electronic music category within itself has grown on me more infectiously than I ever could imagine that any kind of music with electro elements could.

This blog was basically just something that I wrote with no since of direction but that of the music in my play list playing at this current time.

Take care.

...this is what it sounds like when doves cry die

10:33 PM
i sit here
at this laptop
and i ask myself what does it feel like to die
what does it feel like to watch someone cry
the night their mom, dad, brother, and sister died
i fell yet and split my lip the gist to get by
realized in the moonlight that you wished i would die
forgive me if you must for i gust out one last sigh
you watched my autodafe at the stake burned to a crisp, walk on by
another bitch in the proverbs of my notebook as i let my pen cry
and this is what it sounds like when doves die.

Overstaying My Welcome

So I'm sitting here in the middle of my room watching my fingers race at this keyboard trying to understand why I am so uncertain with what I am to be doing with my life currently. Why does this thing called "college" seem like a big waste of time? I realize that receiving a degree would be a great accomplishment, but something in me just doesn't have the drive to want to finish. I think that maybe travelling over 3,000 miles to this college in the remote rural land of Maryland from the lively urban California is becoming more than displeasing. I have thought that maybe going back to California to complete my degree might be a great thing for me to do after I have realized that my graduation date has yet extended back another semester. It was projected for this December of this year of 2007, but it's looking more like May of 2008. I am already 22 years old and I feel like I am much too old to be here fraternizing with such young and puerile kids running about this campus, all hormone-raged and such. I was fine with being here at the age of 20, but now at this somewhat stale age of 22, the campus life thing is becoming a bit mundane and annoying. Getting drunk on the weekends for some sort of self-escapism from the bowels of this humdrum campus is getting a tad bit annoying.

Alas! There maybe is hope for me, yeah? Maybe if I sit here and attempt to search for some sort of solace within myself, I can find the driving factor that will give me the ambition to get the hell out of here. Yes! Now that would assuredly be great; yes, sir it would be nice.

I guess that grad school abroad will have to wait a few more semesters, yeah? It's okay; I need to prepare myself for what's beyond the Atlantic anyway.

You celebrate holidays unwillingly! WHY?!?!?

I don't have the courage to get up and leave this room. I don't have the strength to get up and be bombarded with the red cliche of today. The bullshit of this so-called holiday but let the people seem to forget that caring more about teddy bears, cards, and candies won't cover up the shit you have to do today. Having one day in the year such as this Valentine's Day (Christmas, Memorial Day, etc) shouldn't be set aside just to celebrate one thing that we encounter everyday. Christmas now is more of a commerce holiday than it is a religious one in such. If you disagree, why are we opening gifts for ourselves to celebrate someone else's birthday? Christmas being the perfect time to have a great holiday...just in time for the year end clearance sales for these major stores owned by conglomerates such as Viacom. Selling all of the year's leftover product for a greater profit than holding onto the product for the new year when it becomes obsolete. Perfect timing, yeah?

Why is Memorial Day set aside as a day that we mourn those that have died for this country unjustly? Why can't we mourn and remember those that have died for this country everyday and not just set aside one day of the year to do so?

I just don't understand why people take the time to "celebrate" these things without truly really realizing why they do so. The media has for more of a greater influence in all of our lives than most of you think. The one day that we all wake up and all of our material possessions are destroyed or disappear will be the day anarchy will reign. That will be the day that people's third eyes' will begin to open. But, until this great day, the general masses will walk around with the media's "horse blinders" covering their third eyes' sight of introspection and visions of the world at large.

I hope and pray one day that the general public will really ask and question themselves on why they do the things they do unwillingly and how senseless the majority of the things we do and believe in are. This day that I talk of is almost upon us. In some shape, form, or fashion, we will all see the truth that we have been blinded from. A revolutionary hip hop artist, Immortal Technique said in a freestyle that "Capitalism being a religion and Satan is its god, we all walk around with idols we worship in our pockets and lives subconsciously." (I think I misquoted the lyrics, but whatever.) It's true! Maybe that day will come. Open up your eyes people before it's too late.

Check out these links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_eye

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Freemasons

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shriners

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Order_of_the_Eastern_Starhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masonic_Lodge