Back to the grind soon...

"...At this point of my life...I'm looking at it like a hustle...Superfly's last number...come outta tha game on top, before they pull me unda...that's what it's bout...Range Rover the winters, in tha summers I do the drop...with the right shoes on and the top gone...soft porn...watch out for 'im...OG...ya oldheads vouch for 'im...they know me...and the shit that I'm on...cuz I seen it all, like I bought the box set, complete season dawg...them bitches is runnin' outta tricks pimpin'...barely catchin' my attention...I'm dealin' wit' 'em...but strictly for the physical...she fallin' deep in love...but I'm really not that into you, sorry girl...but at least I kept it trill witchu...evils that this game'll do...have me concentratin' on that paper, and playin' you...this hustle is a bitch...so is this hoe, who tryna make a playa choose...yeah...but it's Jet's up over bitches nigga stick to tha script..." 

(c) Curren$y, "Job" off that Verde Terrace

Spitta never ceases to amaze me with his consistency...other than Max B...Rick Ross...and to a lesser extent, Nipsey Hussle...there haven't been many newer rappers I've checked for like that. Point blank, the nigga makes good fucking music. Glad to see there are still artists out there that understand that the primary fuel for the engine that drives their million dollar dreams is the actual music they put out. Too often, rappers nowadays put so much energy into crafting their 'character'...or their 'movement'...they forget what actually gets people interested in the first place. Good quality music. I'm keeping an eye on this Kendrick Lamar kid too tho...he seems to have a good head on his shoulders, and can rap his ass off...Jay E needs to stop playing the fuck around and drop a damn album. Sick of his bullshitting. Nas hopefully drops his new album this year...so it's looking like people like me can have something to look forward to music wise before the year is over...good shit.

What a sucky summer...earthquakes...hurricanes...NFL lockout...money was funny...my kid's mom being a pain in the ass...sucky projects at work that are so time consuming and work intensive, that even though the payoff is pretty good, it still just doesn't give me the motivation to want to do them...then, I find out that because of me being a transfer student, who also transferred within the school...my records were all screwed up, so I wasn't getting an accurate accounting of what classes I had left. I finally got it straightened out, but now instead of 8 classes to graduation, I have 18. I'm only part-time, so I won't be graduating til 2013...and that's going straight thru, summer sessions and all...

*Sighs*

It hasn't been all bad of course...just got back off vaca...me and the kids went back to Ocean city again...had a ball...beautiful weather...the waves were gnarly...women looked like the gym was actually working for them this year...or was it that they actually did what they was supposed to do at the gym? Either way, kudos to those women who got into their bikinis and felt good about it...plus...our place was less than a half a block from the boardwalk. Even better, the water park was on our block too...there's only 6-7 actual rides, but we killed 4 hours in that place easy. I wish I would have had my camera, because the view from the top of the tallest ride was awesome...watching the sky and ocean meet on the horizon...boats lazily floating across the Atlantic...it just doesn't get any better than that homey. I smoked real good this summer too...Sour Diesel and Blue Dreams are not to played or trifled with...all summer I had niggas waiting for me to come outside and fire up that loud just so they could catch a whiff and get a contact. I finally knocked out some classes this summer, something I haven't been doing (but judging by the new accounting of classes I have left, SHOULD have been doing), but I got some A's. My kids grow more beautiful and intelligent by the day...fatherhood fills me with a joy I had never thought possible...even in my darkest moments when things are effed the eff up...they'll find some way to put a smile on my face...and for them I am eternally grateful. I'm gonna have to do it real big next year and take them somewhere special...we'll revisit O.C.N.J. in a couple years or for a weekend getaway real quick during the summer...but I just wanna do something different for them, so we'll see what the future brings. Oh! And we had a ball for my b-day...at some lounge downtown...I usually don't hang in such places...but we ordered the bottle service and got soooooooo roasted...there were many fine females in the place...and nobody stepped on my nice Italian loafers. I'd say that's winning. Thanks to my cousins, friends and sister for coming thru and making it happen...

In any event...no grandiose long-winded bullshit this year (or was this already long winded bullshit anyway? *shrugs*). I'mma let the bitch breathe. I basically just came thru to drop an update, and try to get back in the swing of things...

*Cues 'Story to tell' instrumental in the background as sign off music as we wind this entry down*

With school starting and everything getting back into full swing next week, I'm just gonna chill out and recover from the vacation...LOL! I'm beat...and while not all of my plans came to fruition last year, a good portion of them did, and despite the haters and crabs, your boy continues to shine...brightly. I do want to say to my compadres, 'The Committee'...keep ya heads up...like Uncle Face said...there's 3 stages to life...you either headed towards a storm...in the storm...or comin' out the storm. we continue to be shaped everyday not only thru our successes, but moreso, our trials and tribulations too. Know that you all are always in my thoughts. Committee or die fool.

Aight peace til next time. Don't worry...I got goodies...LOL!

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Listen...

Cop this NOW. Grab the first 'Pilot Talk' too, while you at it...but definitely get this, and put it into rotation, ASAP.

That is all.

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Yeah...I know...

*Note: This was actually written in September, but I got busy with things, and so...here it is*

So it's been a while, huh? I know...my brain has those little 'lulls' in activity from time to time...plus...going to school...working full-time...and having 2 active young kids kinda takes precedent. Lately, I've been plotting a plan again, and we draw closer to the time when cool things will be revealed...and that makes me happy. Also, I'm apologizing in advance, for the long-winded bullshit to follow...I know I promised to keep it to a minimum but...hey...it's a work in progress...and with that...please board the plane in an orderly manner, and get to your seats...

 This past weekend, I installed a screen door. For some unknown reason to me, or the 10 million I've asked for some guidance or clue that perhaps only I couldn't think of, it was removed, and lay haphazardly on the porch. Now...ladies and gentlemen of the court...what happens when you have a block full of kids, and a wooden screen door? SMH. I'll leave that one to your imagination. In any case, I marked off a day on the calender...bought my materials...scraped and sanded...painted, in 2 colors, with a nice design...redid the screen, re hinged, and added the little pump that keeps the door from slamming. It turned out pretty nice, if I do say so myself. It took a little longer than I had originally planned...about 8 hours...but everything fits tight, it looks good, there's no undone trim or anything. I basically saw the job, made a plan, executed the plan to completion, and enjoyed success...even in the face of an awful buzzard squawking about my ears and head (Don't ask. It will make sense in time, though I suspect some already know of what I speak), naysayers and backseat drivers...I succeeded. It's cool to know that stuff like that still happens nowadays.

Moving on...a female friend of mine sent me a new Lauren Hill song...I'm not sure how new it is, but it's the first time I heard it, so it's new. In any event, somehow we winded up discussing her rise and fall, and she remarked that she 'felt sorry for her'. I don't know why that irked me so much, but in my normal fashion, I quipped back, "Why on earth would you feel sorry for her for?". I truly didn't get it. Let me go on ahead and add this little disclaimer: I really used to love Lauren Hill. I still got love for her, and I wish her no ill will. May her days ahead be filled with sunshine and rainbows. Having said that...let's be honest...the woman was a habitual line stepper, sleeping and having babies with married men. Yeah, it's kinda effed up that she had to get sued and all, and the whole publishing issue with her album...but...it could have all been avoided if she hadn't so vigorously defended her position, and just said, hey, lemme break bread with these dudes. Same with the Wyclef thing and the Rohan thing. It all could have been AVOIDED. Listen, we all do dumb stuff. We all got things we look back and shake our heads in disgust while we ask ourselves, "Why?". Thing is...I don't recall asking for a pity party either. Nothing tragic happened to this woman that wasn't a direct result of decisions and actions she made. Peruhd. Now I'm not judging her...simply observing...she chose this...and THAT happened. It is, what it IS. Further yet, regardless of her poor decision making, and the scorn or disdain with which people probably DID judge her...for the most part, she's still well off enough to not have to work and support 5 kids...and she's generally acknowledged as one of the best to have done it, STILL. Perhaps she needs another 'creative brainstorm' to push out another plate of 'misunderstanding'...or the number to a really good baby sitter so Mommy can hit the strip and get that money up...but sympathy? Eh. She'll be fine.

What really yanks my chain is that women...yes...women...seem to have ALL the answers...all the scorn...all the 'uh huh, that knigga ain't...' any other time...but when one of their own is SQUARELY in the wrong? There's a million and one excuses...double standard? OF COURSE. But, you ain't complaining when the double standard benefits you, huh? LOL! Ladies...knock that shit off!

Even more astounding to me is, no one really stands up and calls them on it. Listen...I'm no woman hater...and I definitely don't defend the Tiger Woods' of the world...stupid is as stupid does....but don't try to tell me Leann Rimes is an angel either. This hoe broke up not one, but TWO marriages, and the REALLY sad part about it is, on that episode of MTV Cribs when they showed that pillow on their bed? The one that said 'Tonite/Not Tonite', clearly she was doing something back then, because when she tried to front and turn it over to 'Tonite', her then hubby, kept it all the way real, flipped it back over, and said, "Hey...she wants YA'LL to think some magic is happening, but as soon as ya'll leave, she's gonna be too 'tired' to do anything...". Not only was this sad and disturbing, it certainly should have been a clue to him, that his wife, was already moving on to greener pastures...yet...no 'outrage'? A silly debate about her being on a magazine cover, she cries, and says stop picking on me, and it disappears not even a week later. SMH.

Let this be a lesson to all you youngin'skniggas, and call a spade, a spade. We can do numbers and statistics and I can disprove ANY of your arguments that tries to say some shit about women not cheating as much as men, and yada yada yada. At the end of the day, all that crap is BULLSHIT. They are just as bad as us, peruhd, and to believe anything else makes you either dumb, naive, or both.

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Guess we'll start here...

"When I was 10 got the truly dict...My uncle pulled me to the side, And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit...You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid...Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker, if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives...He got hit up that same night...Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight..." 

Cam

I'm an August baby...Leo, last day...so when the summer draws to a close, my real year draws to a close. September is about beginnings for me. If I was a business (soon to be, but not yet), it would be the beginning of my 'fiscal year'...the budgets have been argued...the beans have been counted...people have more of an indication of whether they'll be promoted or demoted...it's turning the page basically. You look back on what you succeeded with, what you weren't so successful with, make the modifications, and then have at it...a new year's grind.

In any event, I just hit a big milestone this year...I turned 40. Right? Sounds weird just saying it. Part of me feels like I'm still 25...ready to get it poppin', bed 50 wenches, drink a case and a 5th to the head, smoke a ounce of some premium green, bed 50 wenches, and wake up the next morning and play a couple games of full court ball (creative license people relax.) Of course the reality sets in, and honestly, I don't think I've lived like that since I was...26...so there that go. 

Thing is...I'm not sure I can call what the other part of me feels, 'old'. It's more like, seen some things...done some things...and still wanna see more. Though I'm nowhere near as agile and adept as I was in my youth, and the pains linger a tad longer...they still do go away (with a little good "medicine" that is). I feel like, based on some of the dumb shit I did, and the horrid decision making that haunts me, even to this day, hell, I'm lucky to be here. I have experienced some of the silliest, wildest shit known to man. Yet for all the bravado, and fond recollection of times you managed to survive the nonsense, it's still things like, witnessing the birth of my children, watching my mother finally get her degree, and go on to graduate degrees in the sunset of her life before she passed, and seeing the successes and obstacle dodging my family and friends have achieved, that really stick with me.

So, what's to come? I have some plans and ideas. Willfully, I will stop procrastinating/bitching/spending the money on something else and really begin to 'unfold the scrolls & plant seeds to stampede the globe' soon. If you can't be a part, be a witness. Hallelujah. One Nation...Under God...and so forth and such. So let's see where this thing goes, eh? This blog will house all of the manifestations of the shit going on in my noggin'. What I like, my opinion, shit I find funny, etc...etc...etc. I'll try to keep these long winded bullshit blogs to a minimum, but from time to time, I just gotta say something about some of the ig'nant, perverted, clown show quality crap that I see going on every day in life. I just gotta, sorry. 

With that, I bring the first entry to an end. As I sit here listening to "Tears of Joy", by Bawse Rawse (So far, he's making way better music than his enemies), and reflecting on the past week at the shore I had with my children, I guess I can say, I'm fortunate. I'm still alive, parts working and moving...my mind still sharp...my kids are provided for (read: spoiled rotten), loved, healthy, and beautiful...I'm not in too much debt...I got a pretty good steady gig (Oh but these assholes pulled a move on me...I connected the dots while reflecting over a continental kush breakfast in Ocean City, NJ...and revenge...it will be sweet, mark my words)...soon to get my degree (fina-fuckin'-ly as my old earth would have said were she here)...the clan is still kickin', still strivin', and learnin' everyday...and the few whom I consider friends, have continued to stick by me, humor me at times, correct me when I'm off track...and just show love and support even when I'm being onery and obstinate. I'm a LEO...what can I say? When I'm happy, all in my kingdom are happy...I'm generous...loving the ladies...dapping the fellas...and generally maintaining peace on earth. But lo...when he's angry...the skies darken...prices go up...and the iron fist slams down verily on those who have drawn my ire.

Enough of that tho. Light up, take a swig, or whatever your vice is. The plane is now boarding...destination...anywhere. Enjoy your flight.

"Jets nigga, now where haven't we been yet?" Curren$y a.k.a. 'Hot Spitta'

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