I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me without my glasses on, but lo and behold- the town is in a crystal globe.

Your presence, your aura; they linger and cling to me ever so tightly like a bittersweet kiss- one I'd like to forget, but the refusal wins. And it always does.

Check This

http://www.bengalyucky.com/2010/12/and-the-winners-are-2.html

One of my favorite local hip-hop artists, Macklemore (alongside Ryan Lewis), proposed a pizza party in appreciation of their fans, but only a handful were selected to attend because of limited budget and so there was a contest.

I submitted for kicks, but mainly as a gift to Macklemore for the music he makes that continually inspires me. Surprisingly, I won (among 17 others).

My video is the 15th one down. I think I may have watched it too many times because it feels more and more flawed with each view, but all the same I rapped it from my heart and even gave it a little twist.

Hope y'all enjoy!
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Bittersweet

This holiday has surely been a mellow and nostalgic one. It's been a while since the extended fam got together and although it wasn't the most vibrant of reunions, I must say it was nice to see the brothers again.
I know you can never go back to the past, but I find myself wishing more and more these days that such was possible. I won't say the love is no longer there, but it's present in such pacified tangibility that I feel an ache inside of me.
Of course I'm grateful that we still do have a bond, but the "tightness" that held us together is now much more loose. All of this debilitating dishonesty and these half-stepping efforts just keep my little heart dangling on a single thread of cotton... so easily breakable.

I'm still getting used to this "clean slate, guards up" thing, but the fact that I had to erase certain people, memories, and emotions about some folks once real close to me- that do not realize or care that I've walked out of the door and maybe they did so a long time ago-, makes it so hard. I need resolve, closure, but I have gotten neither. In the silent passing of a moment, it was all over and I'm continuing to struggle with grasping these losses. My loyalty is cursed with a grip much stronger than my strength to let go. And I want so badly to do the latter.

Sick of tears because they do nothing aside from revealing me publicly, a coward. Even tired of smiling because forcing the frown to turn upside down is growing to be the greatest challenge, and I feel pathetic trying.

I miss you so darn much- words I could dedicate to about twenty people, but it wouldn't be much more than additional stimuli to their ears.

All I want to do now is sing my blues away and after my vocal chords give out, wake up to a whole new day. Alas, I have tried and the sadness remains. What will release me from the hands of such a bittersweet love, except complete disposal of my being?

I pray God will help me to love those who hate me, comfort those who hurt me, hold those who reject me, and to diligently give all I ever dreamed of receiving from another soul.

I can't forget that my floor is someone else's ceiling; I just hope this truth will help my stamina last a little longer.

May the New Year bring you all love, peace, and joy.
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Going up to Ma's place to visit the fam for the holidays.
I feel broke as a joke, but I know I'm just being stingy w/ myself. It is the giving season haha.
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Lunar eclipse tonight! Grab a blanket, a good friend, and get on the roof. The sky will never cease to amaze me.

That's What I'm Talkin' About!!

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Just released:

John T. Williams was carving up a board with a knife.
Native Americans' culture revolves around crafting with nature's supplies, carving being one of the arts. Toss that thought in your head.
Even if his possession of wood and a knife wasn't intended for that safely-assumed purpose, even if he was white, even if he was black, even if he was yellow, green, or blue, he was not being a threat to anyone at all.
Why are we employing a bunch of trigger-happy, paranoid pigs as our cities' protection?

Who protects us from them?

Lord, light our torches of revolution and let justice prevail.
May all of my brothers and sisters whose lives were taken by these impulses rest in peace and love.

Yup

Sun 58°F | 47°F Mon 53°F | 45°F Tue 45°F | 38°F Wed 44°F | 39°F

That's my city.

That's Compassion

Straight up.
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Dope

GOOD TIMES x DAVE CORESH from Jon Jon on Vimeo.

Feel it.
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