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Those who settle for 1 deserve less than 2/ I get 2 cause 1 ain't the best I can do/ and neither is 3 or 4, 5 6 or 7 /can you get to heaven? Is that question the end of the recession?/ or is the door above the floor on cloud 9/ I'm always going beyond what's sighted as the finish line, supernatural high/ so lifted so as to smoke hydro with the spirits "ABSOLUT"ely NO LIMITS <br> <br> That very last line was just though of just now. The first line is very old and really heavy. Like the first sewing machine. :) I know I'm crazy and I'm cool with it. Crazy cool? Now I am. I don't understand the haves or have nots, and I'm not going to try to anymore. They put themselves in categories to label themselves and others. I don't have to please anyone anymore. That's a great feeling. When someone feels uncomfortable by what you've said or what you've done, that's there own insecurities eating at them from the inside. You can never help how anyone is relating to you. That is never in your power. That is only in your concession of it. It always has been. Women who don't appreciate the man that you are, and not the one you could become. Insecure. People around you who don't see your vision. Insecure. You don't have to explain to anyone why or how you're able to hear colors, or think in different planes of existance that seem to collide at light speed. It's not up to you to justify what you know as the truth. The truth needs/requires/request no assistance for defense. It simply is. It is the joy in knowing, REAL TRUE KNOWING, you're talent isn't only in your own head. Not the intial rejects on American Idol delusion(s) of granduer, but knowing what came before you, not what worked before you for someone else to get there, but the belief they held out and on to, in their vision. Common knowledge shared that the underlying momentum, propelling their gifts/talents/attributes, was not just destined to meet up with them at some point, but had traveled with them and through them, aiding their insight from without and within. As palm trees in hurricane/gale force winds do bend to survive & exist. As a blade of grass springs back up after you've lied on it for hours. That is the kernel of truth that binds the tie. Uncompromising and unwavering faith in what they were setting out to accomplish in process, not outcome. Works in progress. Ever evolving, ever growing, ever accepting, ever enlightening. Never being dogmatic, and/or concrete in anything. As the suns light takes approximately 8 minutes to reach earth. As the world turns, lol. <br> <br> Still funny enough and more importantly poignant to this posting LABELS ARE DYING (NOT JUST THE RECORD LABELS) WONDER WHY??????? © Lawrence Land All Rights Reserved
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I'm doing my laundry at about 1am and I'm watching the MTV that the establishment has been so kind to accompany the non working detergent dispensers that have already annoyed me, and I finally get an introduction to the over hyped Lady Gaga Gala Galaga or whatever the hell her name is and as the video starts I can't stop laughing as I watched Jane Jetson, the prostitute, try to belt out a tune that only a distant planet could love, and I realized we haven't simply been invaded by aliens, we've given their trash the mantle place setting and tossed our ancestors remains in toxic waste. Now a little black kid starts dancing to it, and I put my head down and the laughter is uncontrollable. He would not have attempted that at 1pm. Is this really February 2009? If this kind of fluff is allowed around the white house when the president is a black one, I'll hide out in Spain until the Koreans elect a Mexican one. Hip Hop, Rap music and or any of it's subsidiaries aren't dead, good music being popular is, and record execs helped plan the assassination. The other culprits in the line up remain at large. Start snitching. They are: My generation. Radio Stations. The current generation. Mainly my generation. Fuck Soldier boy. That's a direct quote but highly effective and subsequently apropos. “My gun cook niggas like the sun”. That's considered a hot rap lyric right now. I'm in the fucking Twilight Zone, and the only way out is through The Outer Limits. Great music being popular was sold out by the hood first. When Whitney Houston was booed at the Soul Train awards. When The hood went insane and traded in Boys II Men and Dru Hill for T-Pain. Those aforementioned groups never stopped making good music. Their good music stopped being supported. That's what the fuck is wrong with the concept of a fan in the first place. They oscillate far too much. Supporters never waiver, which is why those same groups are still touring. Fans suck ass. The word is short for fanatics. I never want a fan. I want supporters, as I support great music, for I will never been, nor have I ever been, no matter what the medium, anyone's fan. <br> <br> Responsibly As always, these are observations, not judgments. Remember the difference, responsibly. <br> <br> Brooklyn, <br> +'Verse <br> And now, I would like to have Agent Smith from the Matrix trilogy explain in a different analogy how I feel about most of the current crop of "artist", "mc's", "lyricist", and "rappers" ("rapers") who are simply selling the public empty shells, and giving nothing back to the genre they claim to love so much. A&R's and Re+'Cords execs aren't exempt from this either, to reiterate my earlier point. Be original, while not sacrificing what makes great music, or get the fuck outta the way. Hunger and Swagger are dead. Passion never dies. I'll live FoRe+'Ver You "Rappers" are a disease....... Again, enjoy responsibly. FirstPosted
This has been the year of at least one known first. This right here is the 2nd and I won't make this one of a personal nature at this time because that's my right as a free soul.
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