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It's My Birthday...(For My Mommy)

Go, go....GO Shawty, It's my Birthday!!

I'm gon party like,

It's my birthday,

Cuz, duh...?

I was born this day.

And to be made this way, this day?

Ha, no way God placed this talented, semi-timid, beautiful womb...

In the hands of a nurturer whose beauty bloomed even more after having two.

WHEW!!

Damn, my Mama B.A.D.

Not because she had me.

But because she kept together,

She.

After me.

Before me.

During me.

And without her?

There would be no Tiffany.

So this day is dedicated to her.

To the woman that prayed, cried, loved and,

Gave me her last P.B.&J.

I Love You.

The Motivation for Me...

"The motivation for me? Is them tellin' me, what I could not be..."

Is them tellin' me what I could not see,

What I thought i saw,

what they told me wasn't there

Should i care?

when your actions don't say what your words can prepare?

Keep your plate of vicious lies,

Sides of deceit,

Twisted words,

Of heat and cheap cheats

And I'll pass on dessert

For what its worth,

The aperitif wasn't all that bad...

It burned going down

Cuz the instinct settled in.

The word vomit came out,

Then under the table you went BUT,

You didn't duck fast enough!

You must didn't hear me when i said i was tough, huh?

And I aim to please me,

So when I aim,

I please ME...

Plates and silverware to your door

Cuz your eyes,

your windows,

been cloudy from the start,

So this glass I'm raising goes straight to the heart...

Because that's where I feel it

When I motivated to hate this

When I'm motivated to look past the lies and the fake shit,

Listen to your logic and basis,

To see that it all was baseless...

Especially when you can't follow your own motto of:

"Handle it"

SO...

The "motivation" for ME, is YOU tellin' ME what I could not be,

What I could not see,

What I already saw

When you hit "delete"...

Oh well.

Mad City 2010...

Preview and purchase on http://www.madcity2010.com All proceeds goto http://www.keepachildalive.org

View all the artists on the album, including me :)

Feet First...

Jump in, the waters fine.

The temp, just right.

The risk is outta sight

but I promise, you'll be alright.

Just the other day I did some cleaning.

Old leaves fell into the water, hoping for their last life, dreaming.

Didn't change my hue tho.

Still crystal blue tho.

And many memories of others distant, so far off the system like Pluto...

So, feet first, I'd tell you to jump in. The dead man float doesn't exist in the abyss you're about to be in...

Everything is Music...

In my mind.

In my heart.

Since 5. 31.

That's where we start.

So here I am.

Just my thoughts.

Over Again.

In my heart.

My hard earned work turned its back on me.

Under pressure I went.

Deep end.

Couldn't see.

In search of me.

And the journey's getting better.

Better to think.

Better to shine.

Better to express myself.

Finally time.

To sing to world

what I see

Everything is music,

And its everything to me.

The Beginning...

The beginning of the musical journey. Shout out to Lounge 1433!

Talked to Strangers...

Talked to a lot of strangers this week.

Beautiful people.

Dialogue we had was great.

There are a lot of people in the world who look, think, act, and feel just like you. But there is always that "something special" that makes you, YOU.

Don't be a stranger to yourself.

Know who you are. Find it. Work it. Love it.

Life is GOOD!

If you all were wondering...

I have a roof over my head.

Family that provides.

Friends that listen.

Music that people want to hear.

A fan base.

Love.

Life is Good!

Pride...

Dear Pride-

I pray that pride doesn't take me by the heart,

Step on my ego,

In the peak of the dark so,

Lemme figure out

Exactly where to start,

Without sounding like I'm bragging bout my new found love of art.

Of the art of loving love that's truth.

The art of putting a puzzle together

Never before having the challenge to better

Myself sans the pride of minor accomplishments

I put in work and, when the day is done,

It still feels heaven sent.

So if pride allows the situation to be meant

Forever, Pride, I promise not to get.

Bad Guy...

Say hello to the bad guy

You say I’m the bad guy?

When I wasn’t the one laid with another guy

Why?

Do you feel the need to make me into monster?

Say hello to the one that

Let this go when

We both know

It was going down under

Their sheets

Couldn't you see what I see?

Why didn’t you see you were reaching into something that would make you feel like leaving?

Then coming right back

I was the one that saved you

I was the one that never let go

Of the feeling

That we had before

So why am I the bad guy

When I was the one who held on

Who tried

To work thru your demons

I was your counselor

Your enabler so

Say hello to the bad guy

You say I’m the bad guy

Why

Cause I tried?

So fine

Say hello to the bad guy.

*Dedicated to a friend. My BRIEF interpretation of his situation*

Its been on my mind since you said you were gonna ask for her hand...
That phone call I made, and a girl answered.
What was I supposed to say? Do?
We had argued, just a few days before. I wanted to apologize by singing to you...
"Feeling the way I dooooo,
Its hard to keep focus...
One minute, staring at the moooon,
Next into your eyes..."
You know the rest.
And I thought you knew that's how I felt, until...
"Hello?"
Oh no, it wasn't that mans voice. His deep, melodic and smooth voice that got me moist...
But I never got the nerve to say, or ask, or attempt to stop your plan to move on to another...
And who says the he who hesitates is lost?
I do.

Perfection...

In a funk

But I don’t give a fuck

And I don’t give a what

The fuck are you talking about

This time. The broken record.

The choices I make are for protection.

My naiveté shows me the wrong direction.

And I’m hurt.

I’m angry.

I’m pissed and you can’t measure

You busy worrying about pleasure

The gift I give. No pressure.

Personal goals that I continuously fold on

The stress from her

For them

From it

From me

From him

Unnecessary because he lets me know daily that

He don’t care that much.

Whose glasses are rosier?

Whose glass is overflowing?

I’m half full. Realistically in us.

The others a bust in my mind, b.s.

There is no unless. No options to fail.

Perfectionist in a chubby body.

Perfectionist unemployed.

Perfectionist pressured.

Perfectionist changing without trying

And growing sans the lying

And still not being believed by the mass that is he

That’s all that matters in the perfectionist that is me.

Just My Thoughts produced by I Double L...

Just in time for Summer :)

Sonar...

Sonar took me to the limit yesterday evening...

As I was finishing up some song ideas for my Producer to listening to, I had the "bright" idea to create a folder for, well, my "bright" ideas!

As soon as I transferred my final song, they all disappeared. Like, forreal, into the abyss that is Windows 7. Gone, Never to return...

7 days and 22 songs later, I wanted to pull my hair out. I had attempted to be so organized, that I ended up cleaning my program. The emotions that flowed thru me were all jumbled- the way my files sat before I came up with this "bright" idea...

Luckily, I had saved a second draft to my desktop. Take THAT, Sonar!

Moral: Bright ideas don't always yield positive results. Keep having them anyway, but remember, always have a backup!

Foundation...

FOUNDATION is key.

Foundation is KEY.

Foundation IS key.

These 3 words are going around and around in my head as I attempt to breakdown a track that I just wrote. A track that, made SO much sense on paper but, makes no sense in SONAR...

So. Where do I begin? With the foundation, of course!! *cue sarcasm* duuuuhhhh... *end sarcasm*

When I write, its organic. No structure. Just the music and a special melody I hum until the words stick to the brain, then flow to the paper.

Before I get into the thing that makes me go 'hmmm' let me just say that, writing is easy. Singing is a breeze. Putting the two together however, is not. Think about this:

The first thing any songwriter will tell you is to, "step outside of yourself and let go." Then they'll turn around and say, "Every great song has a structure..."

*blank stare*

My tidbit for the day. As you were.

Everything Is Music...

All Story From Blog

It's My Birthday...(For My Mommy)

The Motivation for Me...

Mad City 2010...

Feet First...

Everything is Music...

The Beginning...

Talked to Strangers...

Life is GOOD!

Pride...

Bad Guy...

Oldie, but Goodie...

Perfection...

Just My Thoughts produced by I Double L...

Sonar...

Foundation...

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