Ahhh...Here comes that part of tha therapy that, we make anotha breakthrough. Ya ever open up that part of your life, that makes you..YOU? And when ya do, it make you give thanks to those that contributed to your "inner makeup" ? I'm havin' one of those moments as we speak.
I always had some understandin' of who I am, and what I stand for. But recently I felt an overwhelming sense of soul-searchin' to dive deeper into tha nasty-azz abyss that makes me....ME.
With that said, I feel a need to thank those that have contributed to who I am, as well as, tha ability to do and achieve tha things I've done. (WARNING: May contain harsh reality.)
DEAR DAD:
Ya never were tha easiest person to talk to sooo.. I hope ya get a chance to read this. I would like to say THANK YOU for tha gift of life. Thank you for instilling in me, tha definition of being a man. Thank you for showin' me tha meaning of "Stand for something or fall for anything". Thank you for teaching me to never back down from no man. Thank you for showin' me intelligence wins over brute strength. NOW...
We never had that "Courtship of Eddie's father" relationship that others had. most of what you've shown me, came by observing, not by teaching. Some of your words were cruel, harsh, and mean-spirited. And then sometimes.. I got tha impression that you just did'nt give a damn. With some of tha things you've said,and done to me, I've "Swallowed a LOT of razor blades". Out of tha respect of you bein' my dad. When or even if, you read this, just know that I still respect and love you.. even though some things are still bitter pills.
DEAR MOMMA:
THANK YOU for tha gift of life. Thank you for instilling in me tha emotion of love. Thank you my sense of humor. Thank you for my "Wordplay". Thank you for my ability to make music. "MOMMY.. You're tha reason my words, my beats, and my soul make a marriage, why I act and write above average, and without you...I aint shit". Thank you for givin' me tha gift bein' blunt,harsh, and radiant, all in tha same breath. NOW....
While you are tha most loving woman in my life, You've said some things that have crushed my spirit. Your brutal honest nature, has always left me sometimes, in tatters. While you are tha prototype, for tha woman, I would want to marry, You're also tha woman I fear. Also in tha same breath you rip me to pieces, you give me tha strength to bounce back. You are tha classic "Enigma wrapped in a riddle" AND... I LOVE YOU AS THA DAY IS LONG.
Aiight... there ya have it. No fancy way of endin' this rant but to say...This is how I look, sliced open.
Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or... FaceBook me..Orrrrr. follow my sliced up life on Twitter (Mayhemm09).
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Spread yo-self out.
Short..sweet and to tha point. I don't think this is gonna be a long, drawn out rant. (Stop tha damn clappin'.) All I really want to stress on this trip, is that...life's tooo short to not inspire, encourage and help others around us. You got to where you are, by emulatin' someone you've come across.
It's reaaallly important that we take what we learned, and PAY IT FORWARD. You don't realize, that your errrrday life inspires others. People sometimes choose their paths by tha company they keep. If that's tha case, then you need bring yo "A" game when it comes to inspiration.
Keep in mind, we cross each other's paths for a reason. Whether it's 10 seconds, months, or years...we have tha potential, to pass on tha radiant in us.
AIIIGHT! back to our regularly scheduled program.
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It's reaaallly important that we take what we learned, and PAY IT FORWARD. You don't realize, that your errrrday life inspires others. People sometimes choose their paths by tha company they keep. If that's tha case, then you need bring yo "A" game when it comes to inspiration.
Keep in mind, we cross each other's paths for a reason. Whether it's 10 seconds, months, or years...we have tha potential, to pass on tha radiant in us.
AIIIGHT! back to our regularly scheduled program.
FOLLOW ME On Twitter (mayhemm09) or FaceBook me. orrrr mayhemchild007@yahoo.com ONE LOVE.
Monday, September 14, 2009
This sh*t's a religion.
*Stands in mirror in "Chicago Cubs" fitted cap pulled down imatating Jay-Z's "Tha Black Album"album cover. Steps to mic...puts earphones on.. Waits for tha beat* Let me tesify in 5...4...3...2...
FRIDAY NITE.
MANNN....Can REV'S in Country Club Hills IL. get any more on damn fire?!? Tha scene that nite was like more like a church revival, (Like tha Blues Brothers)than a club. How many nitespots you know, that are on and poppin' at 10 tha hell o'clock? (Think bout' it...I'll wait.)
Tha spot was packed at 10!!...Ten?!? yeah, I said it..TEN!! And it only got reallly crowded towards 11:30/Midnite!! And tha music....and tha phuckin music!!...TWO WORDS....SIMPLY AMAZIN'!!!.. ONE LOVE to all tha DJ's of tha nite. DJ Blendz, E-Smoove, and Liddell "NUNU" Townsend. Tha music was tha stuff , addictions are made of ! Tha beats of tha nite, drove tha crowd into a damn frenzy. NOTE: THERE IS NOT A GENRE OF MUSIC AS ESTATIC AS HOUSE MUSIC!! (Stop me if I lie!)You can tell tha music, healed a lot of souls on this trip.
And tha people?!?!....Mannn listennn... Tha music was tha paint , and tha people were tha canvas. (My poetic azz.) It did tha heart good, to see people lose themselves in tha moments. Well..there were some honorable mentions (Herrre we gooo...) Like tha dude that was dancin' wit tha speaker. Look... I don't mind any guy, that's by hisself to do tha "Two Step". But.. when ya start makin advances to tha speaker.. to quote my Grandma Cleopatra "That's jus nasty baby" What happens if tha speaker, don't like you like that. Don't be surprised if it brings you up on charges.
And to my ladies...if ya decide to do a "Ladies nite" out..be careful when tha "Inner Nasty Azz" flag goes up...that people don't witness those "Experimental" moments. (Ya know what i'm talkin' bout') Oh yeahhh..ladies some of ya'll should have to go through an application process to wear sleeveless...uh any damn thang! When ya arms resemble a flyin' squirrel underneath...go wit short phuckin' sleeves at least. Oh fellas.. stop laffin' cause' uh...It's a party setting. Why did some of ya'll come in wearin' shorts and muscle shirts, like we're playin' a pick up game at tha YMCA?!? Spend tha damn money and get some jeans and a decent pair of shoes...not those broke-azz Protege's ya wearin' (P.S. them shits is ugly..Women are not feelin' them)
And, ya gotta love Tha Black Star power that was in tha building. ONE LOVE to tha grammy award winning producers of Hula and Maurice Joshua and Azza K. Fingers, who were tha "Tha Conglomerate" of tha nite. And don't think I did'nt notice, Chicago's Tightest Female DJ..SunDance (Talent, Brains and Beauty...My lawd..) Totally holdin' it down wit tha crowd. All in all..this shindig was alll FAB.. ONE LOVE TO MY TRU'S ...Arlene M..Marc A., My dude Quincy, Big Eric D.,Tha Divine Ms Keeba.Tha Sultry Ms. Shon... and tha Beeeeauuutiful staff at Rev's.
SATURDAY NITE.
Back to tha scene of tha crime. (Yeah.. I realize It seems.. this is tha only place I go..but hell... At least I support..how bout' you?!?) This time, this is tha Saturday Revelations set featuring Byron Burke. (Ten City) I gotta show extreme love to tha Divine Ms. LaToya ST. Clair, and her street team of Lastreet Promotions, for some Sophisticated Grown and Sexyness. Tha music AGAIN was eclectic and colorful Big ups to DJ Debonair for takin it back to tha days of "Karate" shoes and "John Wayne" shirts (Don't act like ya can't remember!) And tha street team themselves were Modeled After their Boss...Brains and Beauty woven effectivly.
Now... don't think that this crowd, was more put together...PHUCKSSSS NO!! To My big dudes. If you're goin' to wear a chain, Make sure tha chain and pendant are loong tha hell enough!! Don't come in lookin' like, you're wearin' a gold choker!!!Fellas.. If ya chain gets tangled up in ya chest hair, GO IN THA BATHROOM AND SHAVE!! It looks like ya chain, is tangled in taco meat! OH LADIES.... Is there a reason that even if you can't balance, ya thickness in heels, ya still wear em'? There's a fine line between walkin wit grace, and walkin like you workin tha low end of Cicero Ave!
And for all. It was tooo crowded for an attitude. Some contributed to tha crowdin', by not goin to tha gym once in a while.
But. this set is a "MUST GO!!" For Saturday Nites! Drop in and see how Ms. ST.Clair and tha crew do it. SPECIAL ONE LOVE TO Mr. Thel Davis of REV'S AT 18221 PULASKI IN COUNTRY CLUB HILLS IL!! It does'nt get anymore professional or classy than you.
AIIIGHT! If there's any other events on ANYBODY'S agenda that I should see..(Or Emcee..Hint..hint..Can't keep workin' at Stuckey's all my life) hit me up @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com orrrrr...follow my shenanigans on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) orrrrrr FaceBook me (Shirts on please.)
FRIDAY NITE.
MANNN....Can REV'S in Country Club Hills IL. get any more on damn fire?!? Tha scene that nite was like more like a church revival, (Like tha Blues Brothers)than a club. How many nitespots you know, that are on and poppin' at 10 tha hell o'clock? (Think bout' it...I'll wait.)
Tha spot was packed at 10!!...Ten?!? yeah, I said it..TEN!! And it only got reallly crowded towards 11:30/Midnite!! And tha music....and tha phuckin music!!...TWO WORDS....SIMPLY AMAZIN'!!!.. ONE LOVE to all tha DJ's of tha nite. DJ Blendz, E-Smoove, and Liddell "NUNU" Townsend. Tha music was tha stuff , addictions are made of ! Tha beats of tha nite, drove tha crowd into a damn frenzy. NOTE: THERE IS NOT A GENRE OF MUSIC AS ESTATIC AS HOUSE MUSIC!! (Stop me if I lie!)You can tell tha music, healed a lot of souls on this trip.
And tha people?!?!....Mannn listennn... Tha music was tha paint , and tha people were tha canvas. (My poetic azz.) It did tha heart good, to see people lose themselves in tha moments. Well..there were some honorable mentions (Herrre we gooo...) Like tha dude that was dancin' wit tha speaker. Look... I don't mind any guy, that's by hisself to do tha "Two Step". But.. when ya start makin advances to tha speaker.. to quote my Grandma Cleopatra "That's jus nasty baby" What happens if tha speaker, don't like you like that. Don't be surprised if it brings you up on charges.
And to my ladies...if ya decide to do a "Ladies nite" out..be careful when tha "Inner Nasty Azz" flag goes up...that people don't witness those "Experimental" moments. (Ya know what i'm talkin' bout') Oh yeahhh..ladies some of ya'll should have to go through an application process to wear sleeveless...uh any damn thang! When ya arms resemble a flyin' squirrel underneath...go wit short phuckin' sleeves at least. Oh fellas.. stop laffin' cause' uh...It's a party setting. Why did some of ya'll come in wearin' shorts and muscle shirts, like we're playin' a pick up game at tha YMCA?!? Spend tha damn money and get some jeans and a decent pair of shoes...not those broke-azz Protege's ya wearin' (P.S. them shits is ugly..Women are not feelin' them)
And, ya gotta love Tha Black Star power that was in tha building. ONE LOVE to tha grammy award winning producers of Hula and Maurice Joshua and Azza K. Fingers, who were tha "Tha Conglomerate" of tha nite. And don't think I did'nt notice, Chicago's Tightest Female DJ..SunDance (Talent, Brains and Beauty...My lawd..) Totally holdin' it down wit tha crowd. All in all..this shindig was alll FAB.. ONE LOVE TO MY TRU'S ...Arlene M..Marc A., My dude Quincy, Big Eric D.,Tha Divine Ms Keeba.Tha Sultry Ms. Shon... and tha Beeeeauuutiful staff at Rev's.
SATURDAY NITE.
Back to tha scene of tha crime. (Yeah.. I realize It seems.. this is tha only place I go..but hell... At least I support..how bout' you?!?) This time, this is tha Saturday Revelations set featuring Byron Burke. (Ten City) I gotta show extreme love to tha Divine Ms. LaToya ST. Clair, and her street team of Lastreet Promotions, for some Sophisticated Grown and Sexyness. Tha music AGAIN was eclectic and colorful Big ups to DJ Debonair for takin it back to tha days of "Karate" shoes and "John Wayne" shirts (Don't act like ya can't remember!) And tha street team themselves were Modeled After their Boss...Brains and Beauty woven effectivly.
Now... don't think that this crowd, was more put together...PHUCKSSSS NO!! To My big dudes. If you're goin' to wear a chain, Make sure tha chain and pendant are loong tha hell enough!! Don't come in lookin' like, you're wearin' a gold choker!!!Fellas.. If ya chain gets tangled up in ya chest hair, GO IN THA BATHROOM AND SHAVE!! It looks like ya chain, is tangled in taco meat! OH LADIES.... Is there a reason that even if you can't balance, ya thickness in heels, ya still wear em'? There's a fine line between walkin wit grace, and walkin like you workin tha low end of Cicero Ave!
And for all. It was tooo crowded for an attitude. Some contributed to tha crowdin', by not goin to tha gym once in a while.
But. this set is a "MUST GO!!" For Saturday Nites! Drop in and see how Ms. ST.Clair and tha crew do it. SPECIAL ONE LOVE TO Mr. Thel Davis of REV'S AT 18221 PULASKI IN COUNTRY CLUB HILLS IL!! It does'nt get anymore professional or classy than you.
AIIIGHT! If there's any other events on ANYBODY'S agenda that I should see..(Or Emcee..Hint..hint..Can't keep workin' at Stuckey's all my life) hit me up @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com orrrrr...follow my shenanigans on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) orrrrrr FaceBook me (Shirts on please.)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Track 24. (Internet Charm School.)
"Let's see what we can phuck wit next!" Usually when I echo these words, It usually means i'm about to go a lil' ape-shit. (No Darwin reference) Look...let's talk about this beast...this...machine...this rude sommmabitch called Tha Internets.
Aiiight..let's go all in. With any great device or interlectual aid, there are those that use these tools, for tha good and strengthening of one's self and others. And then...there are those who come along and...uh..how do I say this for my sensitive readers...ehhh...AH! YOU'RE PHUCKIN IT UP FOR ERRRONE ELSE.
LOOK! i've accepted tha fact, that tha internets is errybody's game. But, shit guys some of tha Coonery, Beanery and Douchebaggery that's bein' seen is down-phuckin-right sad. let me go "All phuckin in!!!"
To some of my "Myspace" and "Facebook" rappers/singers. (Some alleged) QUESTION: if I don't wanna hear yo "Casio Keyboard Mixtape vol.who gives a shit" in reeeally real life, what make ya think I wanna go to www. border line homo-thuggery.com and hear that shit in MP3?!? Oh yeah...what part of tha thuggery included goin' on these sites, askin' to be a "friend" wit ya damn shirt off?!? (Don't laugh singers..I got you too!)
To tha singers....PICK...A...DAMN...LANE! you can't be sexy,freaky,naughty,nasty, and then all of a sudden, you singin like ya tryin' out for a Tyler Perry play! As for askin' to be my "friend"...LADIES I rrreeeally don't care if your "Sweater Meat" (Clevage) is showin' It does'nt make you that much friendly. To all: Let ya talent show (And it will show.) leave tha gimmicks alone.
NOW...last but not least....EVERYBODY. For tha most part, I love tha positive feedback (And some negative) that i've seen. I cherish tha sentiments and scriptures that are displayed. They show that there is a thriving good in us all. AND THEN...ya got those that jus errry time ya look around..they're CONSTANTLY lettin ya know, that "Tha devil is all around them"
Reaally?!?! I mean phuckin reeeally?!? If that's tha case,and.. ElDiablo is chilln' at ya crib, How come cancer is'nt cured?!? How come tha war aint over?!?! How come kids are dyin' on our streets?!? How come some "Myspace" rappers/singers are still alive?!? (Ya thought it too.) Look...get over this "Whoa is me" shit. Sure, we all go into that dark place once in a while, but nothin'...nothin stays dark forever. Hell...even tha black hole is surrounded by bright stars.
I know this beast belongs to errybody (I stress that.) but let's try a refreshin' concept..BE...ONES...SELF. This beast, if used properly can enhance. If you're a stutterin' stammerin' idiot in reeally real life, chances are..you're gonna live on this bitch. And that's bad because some people STILL believe, that ya need personality.
For those that wonder,... I talk it how I live it. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Shirts on pleease.) or follow this life on Twitter (Mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.
Aiiight..let's go all in. With any great device or interlectual aid, there are those that use these tools, for tha good and strengthening of one's self and others. And then...there are those who come along and...uh..how do I say this for my sensitive readers...ehhh...AH! YOU'RE PHUCKIN IT UP FOR ERRRONE ELSE.
LOOK! i've accepted tha fact, that tha internets is errybody's game. But, shit guys some of tha Coonery, Beanery and Douchebaggery that's bein' seen is down-phuckin-right sad. let me go "All phuckin in!!!"
To some of my "Myspace" and "Facebook" rappers/singers. (Some alleged) QUESTION: if I don't wanna hear yo "Casio Keyboard Mixtape vol.who gives a shit" in reeeally real life, what make ya think I wanna go to www. border line homo-thuggery.com and hear that shit in MP3?!? Oh yeah...what part of tha thuggery included goin' on these sites, askin' to be a "friend" wit ya damn shirt off?!? (Don't laugh singers..I got you too!)
To tha singers....PICK...A...DAMN...LANE! you can't be sexy,freaky,naughty,nasty, and then all of a sudden, you singin like ya tryin' out for a Tyler Perry play! As for askin' to be my "friend"...LADIES I rrreeeally don't care if your "Sweater Meat" (Clevage) is showin' It does'nt make you that much friendly. To all: Let ya talent show (And it will show.) leave tha gimmicks alone.
NOW...last but not least....EVERYBODY. For tha most part, I love tha positive feedback (And some negative) that i've seen. I cherish tha sentiments and scriptures that are displayed. They show that there is a thriving good in us all. AND THEN...ya got those that jus errry time ya look around..they're CONSTANTLY lettin ya know, that "Tha devil is all around them"
Reaally?!?! I mean phuckin reeeally?!? If that's tha case,and.. ElDiablo is chilln' at ya crib, How come cancer is'nt cured?!? How come tha war aint over?!?! How come kids are dyin' on our streets?!? How come some "Myspace" rappers/singers are still alive?!? (Ya thought it too.) Look...get over this "Whoa is me" shit. Sure, we all go into that dark place once in a while, but nothin'...nothin stays dark forever. Hell...even tha black hole is surrounded by bright stars.
I know this beast belongs to errybody (I stress that.) but let's try a refreshin' concept..BE...ONES...SELF. This beast, if used properly can enhance. If you're a stutterin' stammerin' idiot in reeally real life, chances are..you're gonna live on this bitch. And that's bad because some people STILL believe, that ya need personality.
For those that wonder,... I talk it how I live it. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Shirts on pleease.) or follow this life on Twitter (Mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Freestyle. (Question it all)
*Movin' through tha crowd* "Matt Lloyd...Full fledged heathen.... damn glad to meet cha." What's good my pretties? What's goin' on? what's here? what's hip? what's now? I jus' wanted to drop a line to say hi. (Other words: No specific sh*t to write.) Ya know me...I people watch. (No stalkin' or "American Beauty") Tha followin' is a series questions that I need phuckin' answers to...Heeerrre weeeee gooooo...
Why do tha most ugliest actin' men and women, have tha strongest smell of self-esteem?!? Why are we obsessed wit "Keepin' up wit tha Joneses"?!? Why don't we honor and tell people we love them while they're here, instead of when they die?!? Why is love so hard to come by?!? How come people can communicate via social networkin' sites, but they're stutterin',stammerin' idiots when in person?!?
Why does'nt Monostat make a extra strength cream for guys that wear skinny jeans, and tooo tight t-shirts?!? Why when some women wear wigs,why do some look of em' look like that hooker in "Car Wash"?!? Why would a guy pay 2500$ for a car, only to put 8000$ worth of wheels, and 7000$ worth of sound system?!? Why would a woman by 300$ Manolo sandals, only to have her feet look like Mini-knuckles?!?
Why would you get pissed off if ya buy a piece of jewelry at a kiosk in tha mall ,and it turns colors?!? (IT'S FROM A DAMN KIIIIOSSSK) Not a store. Ladies..why can't tha guy who you buy your purses from, get better immigrants to stitch them together?!? (Also..some of that sh*t..naturally looks fake.) Fellas ...why do you insist on wantin' two women at tha same time, when you're steadily disappointin' tha on you have?!? (Read a book..watch a movie..learn sumthin.) Is there a reason why you can sport 200$ jeans...200$ sneakers...300$ leather jacket..but you're beggin' your co-workers for 5$?!?
Now that I've left this steamy pile on tha lawn...think of tha questions you want answered. Tha object of tha game is, never jus' accept anything for what it looks, or sounds like. ASK.
Aiight..operators are standin' by. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Fellas..why do some of ya'll have ya shirts off in ya photo?!?) or follow me on tha Twitter (MAYHEMM09)*funny sh*t ensues*
Why do tha most ugliest actin' men and women, have tha strongest smell of self-esteem?!? Why are we obsessed wit "Keepin' up wit tha Joneses"?!? Why don't we honor and tell people we love them while they're here, instead of when they die?!? Why is love so hard to come by?!? How come people can communicate via social networkin' sites, but they're stutterin',stammerin' idiots when in person?!?
Why does'nt Monostat make a extra strength cream for guys that wear skinny jeans, and tooo tight t-shirts?!? Why when some women wear wigs,why do some look of em' look like that hooker in "Car Wash"?!? Why would a guy pay 2500$ for a car, only to put 8000$ worth of wheels, and 7000$ worth of sound system?!? Why would a woman by 300$ Manolo sandals, only to have her feet look like Mini-knuckles?!?
Why would you get pissed off if ya buy a piece of jewelry at a kiosk in tha mall ,and it turns colors?!? (IT'S FROM A DAMN KIIIIOSSSK) Not a store. Ladies..why can't tha guy who you buy your purses from, get better immigrants to stitch them together?!? (Also..some of that sh*t..naturally looks fake.) Fellas ...why do you insist on wantin' two women at tha same time, when you're steadily disappointin' tha on you have?!? (Read a book..watch a movie..learn sumthin.) Is there a reason why you can sport 200$ jeans...200$ sneakers...300$ leather jacket..but you're beggin' your co-workers for 5$?!?
Now that I've left this steamy pile on tha lawn...think of tha questions you want answered. Tha object of tha game is, never jus' accept anything for what it looks, or sounds like. ASK.
Aiight..operators are standin' by. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Fellas..why do some of ya'll have ya shirts off in ya photo?!?) or follow me on tha Twitter (MAYHEMM09)*funny sh*t ensues*
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Freestyle. Pain Threshold.
" I could'nt help but notice your pain (my pain) it runs deep...share it wit me!" - So much pain. - Tupac.
Have ya ever woke up at bout' 4 in tha mornin', and felt a pain that you thought was gone? What I mean is, a pain that you've carried in your heart so intense, weather its been weeks, months ,or even days, this pain in ya heart won't seem to go away.
At some stage, we get to a certain point in our lives where we accept pain, as a part of tha territory. But what happens when certain types of pain become part of our makeup? of our exsistance? That's a question that has kind of phucked wit me, for a minute. We all are and will, deal wit situations that will cause us to go, to a dark place in our lives.
We all have different mechanisms we use in dealin' wit pain. Some choose humor, some choose to avoid others and bottle it up inside. Some actually take tha self destructive route. Whatever tha approach is, it seems that results are tha same...You will NEVA...NEVA... EVAR... shake that pain.
Oh yeah...you'll quiet tha voices in ya heart and head for a minute, but at some point in ya life, when ya least expect it, you will visit that dark place again. You know that sh*t's gonna happen sooo... take precautions and find a positive approach, in dealin wit that pain ( No, this aint tha "Dr. Phil" bullshit...its a suggestion. )
It's about doin' somethin to give that pain a voice, a yell, a motorvating factor. Sometimes tha pain we feel, if used in a helpful light, can propel us to do great sh*t. Some of tha best moments, as well as breakthroughs have stemmed from turnin' that negative energy into a positive drivin' force.
BOTTOM LINE: We all have to get better at harnessing that pain,into a positive force. Hell...look at me...There's not a phuckin' minute of tha day, that I don't think about ,a heart I broke , tha feelings I hurt, or a soul I did'nt help. But instead of pissin' and moanin' of how life dealt me these bad hands, I decided to make tha internets my therapy, my coping mechanism, my "voice" . (Not to mention it gives YOU a chance to go..."at least I aint that phucked up")
Please do sumthin' positve and turn that dark place into sumthin'somewhat lit. So when you do visit..you'll feel a little more secure. (Wow! did I say that sh*t?!?)
Aiight...Talk wit me @ FaceBook or Mayhemchild007@yahoo.com OR.... Follow this weird azz life on Twitter. (mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.
Have ya ever woke up at bout' 4 in tha mornin', and felt a pain that you thought was gone? What I mean is, a pain that you've carried in your heart so intense, weather its been weeks, months ,or even days, this pain in ya heart won't seem to go away.
At some stage, we get to a certain point in our lives where we accept pain, as a part of tha territory. But what happens when certain types of pain become part of our makeup? of our exsistance? That's a question that has kind of phucked wit me, for a minute. We all are and will, deal wit situations that will cause us to go, to a dark place in our lives.
We all have different mechanisms we use in dealin' wit pain. Some choose humor, some choose to avoid others and bottle it up inside. Some actually take tha self destructive route. Whatever tha approach is, it seems that results are tha same...You will NEVA...NEVA... EVAR... shake that pain.
Oh yeah...you'll quiet tha voices in ya heart and head for a minute, but at some point in ya life, when ya least expect it, you will visit that dark place again. You know that sh*t's gonna happen sooo... take precautions and find a positive approach, in dealin wit that pain ( No, this aint tha "Dr. Phil" bullshit...its a suggestion. )
It's about doin' somethin to give that pain a voice, a yell, a motorvating factor. Sometimes tha pain we feel, if used in a helpful light, can propel us to do great sh*t. Some of tha best moments, as well as breakthroughs have stemmed from turnin' that negative energy into a positive drivin' force.
BOTTOM LINE: We all have to get better at harnessing that pain,into a positive force. Hell...look at me...There's not a phuckin' minute of tha day, that I don't think about ,a heart I broke , tha feelings I hurt, or a soul I did'nt help. But instead of pissin' and moanin' of how life dealt me these bad hands, I decided to make tha internets my therapy, my coping mechanism, my "voice" . (Not to mention it gives YOU a chance to go..."at least I aint that phucked up")
Please do sumthin' positve and turn that dark place into sumthin'somewhat lit. So when you do visit..you'll feel a little more secure. (Wow! did I say that sh*t?!?)
Aiight...Talk wit me @ FaceBook or Mayhemchild007@yahoo.com OR.... Follow this weird azz life on Twitter. (mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Maybe you've seen me in tha video..
*Sips Tahitian Treat fruit punch and takes 2 Flintstone chewables* What's good my people?!? Tha weekend has been, well.....tha weekend. I did get a chance to grab a cup o' fun and be in a video shoot. (No porno. Those days are are long gone...My porn name was Mocha Latte. Sh*t..TMI..I know.)
I got ta hang out at Rev's in Country Club Hills il., for tha video shoot of "Holy Ghost" tha new single from hitmaker Stacy Kidd. As far as video shoots go, this one went pretty smooth. Usually, ANYTHING dealin' wit' tha music industry, can turn from work in progress to clusterPHUCK in a matter of minutes. This experince was extremely pleasent. Tha atmosphere had a real positive flow to it. It was a clear example of how sh*t should go. Tha music was tha backdrop that reeeally helped all tha elements come together. People never got tired of takin' pics as well as dancin' their azzez off (I know I can't dance...if I dance, ya'll would'nt respect me later.)
There's reasons why events like this go according to tha plan. Tha music, again was on point. Tha atmosphere was electric due to tha promotion and ambience given by Latonya StClair and her team at Lastreet promotions. They did a nice azz job of enhancing tha club's surroundings. Now...for tha visual end. I got to give mad props to "Tha female Gordon Parks of this Photog sh*t" Ms. Cindy Barrymore.
She has a real keen eye when it comes to, capturing tha essence of tha atmosphere. Add to tha equation of beautiful people, you have a clever mix of organized chaos. Also...Black Star Power was minglin' wit tha appearences from Grammy award winner Hula and tha man of tha hour, Mr. Stacy (Tha big chain) Kidd ( He does wear a Big-azz chain.)
As for tha track "Holy Ghost"....MANNN LISTENNN...certifed club banger!!!! (Ya know I don't review garbage) Stacy has a talent of blendin' and creatin' mixes that boggle tha muh-phuckin' mind. (Look for his mixes and songs on Traxsource.com and other outlets)
So, it was actually a pleasent experience in tha music industry, for once. While tha hell i'm at it, I gotta show love to those, That make this movement..a movement. ONE LOVE. to Hula, Maurice Joshua, E-Smoove, Liddell "NuNu" Townsell, Tha Diz, DJ Emanuel, and CHICAGO'S Tightest female DJ Sundance. ONE LOVE. to Byron (Ten City) Stingly, Marshall Jefferson, Farley Jackmaster Funk, Terry Hunter, Matthew Yates, and sooooo phuckin' many more.
If I forgot you...remind me. Come to Friday nites @ Rev's @ 18221 Pulaski in Country Club Hills. I'll prolly have to make it my spot. Black. Star. Power. at its best.
Aiiight people...if you got an event fo' me to see, or people to know, or just wanna chat (No sex line) Hit me up @ FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) or follow my weird actin' azz on tha Twitter (Mayhemm09) Trust me, it make you thank god fo' yo life.
I got ta hang out at Rev's in Country Club Hills il., for tha video shoot of "Holy Ghost" tha new single from hitmaker Stacy Kidd. As far as video shoots go, this one went pretty smooth. Usually, ANYTHING dealin' wit' tha music industry, can turn from work in progress to clusterPHUCK in a matter of minutes. This experince was extremely pleasent. Tha atmosphere had a real positive flow to it. It was a clear example of how sh*t should go. Tha music was tha backdrop that reeeally helped all tha elements come together. People never got tired of takin' pics as well as dancin' their azzez off (I know I can't dance...if I dance, ya'll would'nt respect me later.)
There's reasons why events like this go according to tha plan. Tha music, again was on point. Tha atmosphere was electric due to tha promotion and ambience given by Latonya StClair and her team at Lastreet promotions. They did a nice azz job of enhancing tha club's surroundings. Now...for tha visual end. I got to give mad props to "Tha female Gordon Parks of this Photog sh*t" Ms. Cindy Barrymore.
She has a real keen eye when it comes to, capturing tha essence of tha atmosphere. Add to tha equation of beautiful people, you have a clever mix of organized chaos. Also...Black Star Power was minglin' wit tha appearences from Grammy award winner Hula and tha man of tha hour, Mr. Stacy (Tha big chain) Kidd ( He does wear a Big-azz chain.)
As for tha track "Holy Ghost"....MANNN LISTENNN...certifed club banger!!!! (Ya know I don't review garbage) Stacy has a talent of blendin' and creatin' mixes that boggle tha muh-phuckin' mind. (Look for his mixes and songs on Traxsource.com and other outlets)
So, it was actually a pleasent experience in tha music industry, for once. While tha hell i'm at it, I gotta show love to those, That make this movement..a movement. ONE LOVE. to Hula, Maurice Joshua, E-Smoove, Liddell "NuNu" Townsell, Tha Diz, DJ Emanuel, and CHICAGO'S Tightest female DJ Sundance. ONE LOVE. to Byron (Ten City) Stingly, Marshall Jefferson, Farley Jackmaster Funk, Terry Hunter, Matthew Yates, and sooooo phuckin' many more.
If I forgot you...remind me. Come to Friday nites @ Rev's @ 18221 Pulaski in Country Club Hills. I'll prolly have to make it my spot. Black. Star. Power. at its best.
Aiiight people...if you got an event fo' me to see, or people to know, or just wanna chat (No sex line) Hit me up @ FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) or follow my weird actin' azz on tha Twitter (Mayhemm09) Trust me, it make you thank god fo' yo life.
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