Thursday, April 15, 2010

Sunday

So Sia has a song called Sunday. An incredible song with an ill beat. I'm going to rap this verse to it.

And my writing of this verse is my newest hobby. To write lyrics in my head without ever putting it down on paper. So as I type this, it will be the first time I've ever written it down in text. It basically helps me remember my lyrics faster and gives me a more free approach to my artform. And now I can write lyrics at any given point of the day.

I had this dream Sunday
Hot summer, when to get an ice cream sundae
a banana split
that's when I wit
nessed a girl who belonged on a magazine or runway
where to start?
her make up was minimal
she stole my heart
makes her a criminal
about 5'9
give or take a few
but in my mind
the chick will break a few
hearts in her lifetime
and she got nice thighs
probably can shake it too
the type who'll be making dudes
use their eyes twice
when they drive by
because they'll be taking 2
glances
I bet everyday she gets advances
makes me think I don't got very good chances
but I'm going to go for it
because I can't afford
To be this old and not yet know what romance is
So as I check out dime piece
as she's standing on the check out line, "Please
can I have your name
for you're hotter than a flame
and I want to know
how you glow
without diamonds?"
A chuckle, and then she licks her gelato
I say, "You got lips like a model.
Hips like a bottle.
And with you I would love to just kiss and then cuddle."


And a link to the Sia track. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQBqngdaTwQ
At some point I'll record this. Put out a mixtape, etc.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom

Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom
Knowledge.Love.Beauty.Freedom

Friday, March 5, 2010

Success

I can't fathom failure. I don't know how it feels. Never will I find out.

I am them. Who are they? Everyone we see as great. We all started in a stomach. We all began in a belly. At some point, successful people realize this. That's how Barack Obama can be Barack Obama. How Jay-Z can Jay-Z. How Oprah can be Oprah. How Brad Pitt can be Brad Pitt. When we stop looking at others in admiration, and we see them as our equals. It's called ambition.

"I'm different. I can't base what I'm going to be off of what everybody isn’t. They don’t listen. Just whispering behind my back. No vision. Lack of ambition. So Wack!" -Jay-Z- So Ambitious.

Now how to we get to this mind state? When we have enough confidence that our dreams are no longer dreams. That dreams become goals we have every intention of acheiving. I don't know. I've been working on it for a while though. A while being about 8 years.

Friday, February 26, 2010

When The Day Breaks.

War of the Roses. War of the Tulips. War of our two lips. Collision. We wore our two lips on top of one another. We wear our two lips. We were our two lips. Together. Shhhhh......

and for her next trick, she'll make my heart disappear.

She said, "and for my next trick, I'll make your heart disappear."

Rejuiced, Rejuvenated. Rejoicing like I'm Really Religious.

The robot has been rebuilt.

Dance.Sex.Music