Jay Z-D.O.A (Death Of Autotune)

Digging the video Jigga........

The Best That Did It! R.I.P Michael Joseph Jackson

It feels like a dream.....

Yesterday felt like one big bad nightmare. The fam and I were at the grocery store when my sister got a text for her friend saying: Breaking News: Michael Jackson is dead! At first it all seemed like a horrible prank somebody was trying to pull because they have tried to before. But as the day went on and people started talking and then we came home and my sister turned it to CNN and it said Michael Jackson, Dead At 50, no words could describe the feeling I had in my stomach.

All my memories as a child growing up in a small town centered around Michael. From hanging a big poster of the Bad album cover on my ceiling so when I woke up I could see him to staying up all night to watch all his videos when they had marathon on MTV.

A piece of my childhood is gone

I don't where pop music or music in general would be if this man had never grab a mic and blessed us with his talents and light.

He gave up his childhood to be apart and entertain ours

Words of Wisdom-June 16, 2009

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.
-Henry David Thoreau

No secret I go HAM for Beyonce

I love the new video for Broken-Hearted Girl. I love how she's in this black/white, kinda greyscale thing in her videos.

Told ya so!

NBA CHAMPS!!!

Show me that good ol ring Kobe!!!!!!!!

My Joint of The Week

Looking at, Looking At, Looking at me/look at that, look how they looking at me/eyes all sticky like honey on bees/look At That, look how they lookin At Me

I am digging this new song by DC rapper Wale. "Chillin" for me is the song of this summer. Plus it features my favorite new artisit, Lady GaGa.

Words of Wisdom-June 12, 2009

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Just had to post this

3-1 baby!!!! Let's Get It Baby!!!

Little Girl aka NDC

Little girl
cold, scared, and alone
hiding behind the shell of dishonesty, greed, and the demons who sit on your back like moneys sit on trees
you don't get high on life
so you search for that fix, it calms you itch and I don't know how to save you
in fact I don't think I should
your battle is not mine to fight
your army should consist of 3 beings: you, God, and your conscience

it was by chance that we became friends
two little girls,
searching within their jumbled strains of colorblinded DNA to find who they really were
see, we clung to each other
enabling us to live within the binds of our friendship
assuring ourselves that we would never let slip our secerts

I don't know this person I see standing before me
viens, full of crack-filled pain
the frame of the person I once knew doesn't exist and I'm trying to figure out of the hell this happened. see we shared a common dream
we wanted to make it up out this itty bitty hick town
just to prove we were not the curses people used to bring us down

See, we wre kindred spirits,
sisters,
amigas,
homies,
my nigga we had something greater than best friends
we were family

And I know it may seem like I'm angry
but you had the same chance I did
the devil knocked on your door and you answered it

so little girl
cold, scared, and alone
I'm making my dreams come true
the ball is in your court now
I can't help you like you want me to

All I can do is pray
pray that one day
you stop being that little girl
searching within her jumbled strain of colorblind DNA trying to find herself
I pray that you grow
grow til you can't grow anymore
but until that day, baby, I'm sorry

I never asked to be the spitting image of your blood line

Ok so this post is uber personal. This was actaully a letter I wrote to my grandmother about how I feel she has been to me for all of my live. Read it and leave comments


I'm tired of being the spitting of your blood line,
but it's hard being forced to define who you are by race
I'm tired of trying to keep up the pace,
trying to connect with a woman who never fully accepted the "mess" her daughter created.

Just because the dirty stained cloth of hatred and bigotry draps across your already fragile shoulders
doesn't mean the spawn of your only daughter, the hope for your tomorrow has to suffer
Love is a 3-word sentence
Something you never let in because you fenced in your emotions

I was 14 years old when I was first told of your lies
my mother & granfather died within 7 months of each other.
At their wakes, being stared at because of my color made me tremble
because I realize you never told your other family about me

You confuse me, see my pictures sit on your walls like trophies but you never tried to get to know me
I don't hate you though I should

Love is a 3-word sentence
Something you never let in because you fenced in your emotions
I love you
I need you
I appericate you
I accept you
I...forgive...you

I forgive you for the 19 birthdays you missed,
for that one kiss planted on my cheek by hate filled lips,
and for all the calls, I guess, God didn't bless with me
I never asked you to be my friend
I just wanted you in my life again

I never asked to be the spitting image of your blood line,
but it's hard being forced to define who you are by race
Just because the dirty stained cloth of hatred and bigotry draps across your already fragile shoulders
doesn't mean I have to suffer