Heavens No, Hell Maybe...

I dont know what to say about shit. I try to say real shit, but I realize that with certain things you say, they can be affirmations and projections of what I want to happen in the future. So if i talk about how much life sucks, then Im projecting the suckyness that I feel life is full of. With that projection of negative energy, without talking about any positive and uplifting alternatives to counter act the perpetual suckyness of life, then I'm doing nothing but setting myself up for nothing but more bitchassness and mediocrity, thus giving me more shit to complain and bitch about.

I realize that making music can be very powerful for the person who makes it. Whether youre talking about some insecure fantasy bullshit, or talking about how you feel about some shit thats going on, youre confirming those ideals and taking whatever you have from the most intimate part of youre being, and give that to the masses and saying "This is me, take it and leave it"

So after making a handful of songs about how rappers piss me off, females getting on my fuckin nerves, how depressed I feel when I think about my life in its present position, and various other moody ass shit like that, I think Im done. I cant do this shit anymore. Im not saying Im quitting rapping, shit, im not even trying to talk about myself...

I wanna talk about you.]

I know that might sound weird, but fuck it. Fuck what Im going through, or what I'm Going through. All because Im the nigga thats writing the blog that your reading (that only a handful of people give a fuck about anyway) doesnt mean you gotta burn braincells worrying about me, Im good.

But whats good with you?

You constantly getting yourself in fucked up situations because you have some sub-conscious need to constantly get involved in drama, but then find yourself bitching about it later on? Do you see things for what they really are, or do you only see things for what you want to because you can afford to? Do you have Daddy / Mommy issues and make other people suffer because your mom calls you names, and your dad didnt hug you enough? You use drugs as an Emotional Self Defense Mechanism to keep yourself stable in certain situations, rather than an indulgence?

I dont know, Im just concerned.