Stop the Madness..Stop Being Lazy

I'm mad, and I'm lazy. Not to quote Weezy exactly, but what I do everyday from 7:00-4:30 is my job. From 4:30 on is my life. But when my job starts interfering with my life, that becomes a problem. Since when did it become cool to act as a babysitter for a 21 year old who is completely capable of self-maintaining. This 21 year old is no different than any other 21 year old in the world. When this 21 year old wakes up, this 21 year old is tired. When this 21 year old is at work, this 21 year old wants to be left alone. Why is that such a surprising concept? OHH wait I've got it! This 21 year old is surrounded by (and this excludes anyone who's close to this 21 year old) a bunch of f**ks who couldn't handle the civilian world. Why does this 21 year old exclude the people the 21 year old is close to? Because #1 this 21 year old can, and #2, this 21 year old knows each and every one of their goals. #3 They don't watch over this 21 year old's shoulder all day to see if this 21 year old can spell this 21 year old's name right. So what makes this 21 year old different from any other fu*k who joined this organization of Super Nannies? This 21 year old is fu**ing talented, and this 21 year old is so close to fame the 21 year old muthafu**a can taste it!

So I'm 21 years old. I haven't blogged since I was 20 years old.
Moving on..

Back to being lazy. I swear music is my life..but why do I not write every night? If something was your life, why wouldn't you do it all the time? New work ethic in the works..1-2 songs a day even if there are no instrumentals. Yes, still no producers that can match my hustle.

Had a show for "Poetry Night" last Friday. It went very well. I performed "Deliver Me" and "iWorld". Both old joints but very powerful and effective. Been gettin mad props since then. Still working on "iamnotcharleshamilton!" and also "You Are Not Me vol. 1". Shouts to Finesse! Almost that time homie for the world to see what they've been missing.

Time to start working on life.

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At Most I'm Just..

And its time once again to venture to the center of the mind an find out exactly what's going on in this head of mine. April 5th, DeeDee leaves...April 7th, she's still here..? I admit that I'm not completely heart broken that we've missed 2 flights to get her outta here, but at the same I am. It's been an interesting week already..

Cerebellum.

Not too much music has been in the works the past few days, just been enjoying life for a little while. Got a meeting with a cat named Giann, who I hear worked with Kanye and J-Lo so let's see how it goes. It's the night before my 21st birthday. 21 years of tears, joy, and pain. Why is 66.6 percent of my life hard? 21 is not such an important age per se in Italy due to the fact the drinking age is 16 here. But it does represent the age of a true adult despite what they say about the age 18. I see it as a time to start over again...but then again, that's too cliche-ish. I never understood why January 1st, and December 25th, and birthdays have to be the days for change. You can change anyday you want. I just happen to realize that I should be transitioning into adulthood by now. I've had fun being a kid the past 20 years no matter how many hardships I faced. I've been thru virtually anything you can think of, virtually. Pause. The number 21..who decided it was a decent age to announce your adult status?

Chill.

Don't let the world bring you down, not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.


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When do you learn where to stop? How do you know when it's the perfect time to cut loose? 2 of many questions that float thru my head on a gloomy evening in Aviano, Italy. I've been questioning my goals and my dreams all week with this rap sh1t. DeeDee is in the room right now, yet I'm still not sure where I want to go. i don't even think she is all knowing in where she wants to go. It's a struggle that I'll fight the rest of the night. I couldn't imagine a world in which I didn't have an impact with words. At the same time, I watch it everyday. I remember a few posts ago I mentioned Responsibility. That word creeps ever closer to me by the day. Am I readt to be responsible for another human being? Let alone two human beings.

And now we "Michael Jackson's complexion...lighten up" the mood.

I didn't make this blog to complain about this life I call a life, nor did I make it to boast and brag. All in all, I am just a normal person with strange tendencies. So with that said, I want to change my last name to so-and-so. lol. Then I would be the prime example for any situation involving what another person said. I am the default. "Well I heard so-and-so say this". That's when you pop up outta nowhere behind em and say no you didn't, and run away.

Okay enough of that. Back to Michael Blackson.

I've been fu**ing up alot lately. It could be nervousness, but I'm not sure. Pause.

As I watch her listen to her ipod, she looks unhappy. And no matter what I do, she is going to be unhappy the whole night. Maybe I should get off here and attempt to make it better. Until next time..


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P.S. Tonight will suck. I could lose it all.