Real Recognize Real

"In Search Of..."

2008-01-06T09:36:00.000-08:00

-- January 6th, 2008 --

For the sake of not arguing with anyone about sexual preference, I'll just say that there is truly someone out there for any and everyone. But... what happens when you're outnumbered? In New York, for every one man, there's at least 4 to 5 women. Dope for me. Horrible for them. If you have that right look of fashion-forwardness, go-getter and all around personality, you can bag yourself a few girls.

But as I went to Southpaw last night [shouts out to Jah - good looks at the door], I noticed a trend that was emphasized by MSNBC's documentary on Black Women in America. Women are continually growing frustrated with the lack of like-mindedness within our race and find solace in one of two activities when going out: dancing with their girls or finding the attention they need with another race.

Am I the beacon of Blackness that women should come running to? Yes. But this post is not about me and my love for the Sistas, it is about what the future holds for the plight of the Black man. With outlets like Facebook, which started out being a college social forum, now turning into a hybrid MySpace -- anyone with an e-mail can showcase their life via notes and images. But the truth is sometimes stranger than fiction -- leaving the ladies to search for greener land after finding out that all this guy was trying to was graze on her pastures. I had a conversation with two ladies, both graduates of NYU, about being single in NY. They came to the conclusion that they're single for their aren't that many choices for them and can always find a man to fit a particular need... not just all or most of them.

It's a sad realization that kind of pigeonholes us as the struggling Black men in America, when there is so much more that meets the eye. This is no slight against interracial dating or relationships, but to me -- it's sad when a queen can't stand next to her king. It is more than just education, finances and following the hip-hop aesthetic which drives a wedge between us as Black men and women. It's the growing communication gap which has taken a turn for the worst as women are going for their more carnal desires which play to a man's ego... but doesn't build a home into a house.

Happy New Year's to all. Let me know what you think...?

"Clark Kent Meet Superman"

2007-12-28T00:31:00.000-08:00

-- December 28th, 2007 --

I. Am. The. Shit. Have you ever realized what saying those four words can do to you while looking in the mirror? It's incredible, the power of self-confidence. But what happens when it is rooted in self-doubt and insecurity? Is Lil' Kim the "Queen Bitch" if she needs plastic surgery? Is Amillion sexy at Target, Wal-Mart, Starbucks or wherever the fuck she at? I don't think so.

The force within Black Star Power is beyond the control of Debra Lee and Stephen hill. Yet, we fall for the trap everytime: big booty cutie surrounded by jewels and rides. Extra bonus points if you can make your ass clap for Daddy Warbucks. I like to see the shit too, but is reality so much better than the TV? I'd love for my girl to be able to do those things, but I'd kill my daughter if I saw her do it.

At what point does common decency enter back into our lives? Sure, the Huxtables may not have been your life, but if you got sense shouldn't it be used? I don't know. This may be the ramblings of a mad man, but the clock is ticking fast and we look like we're racing to beat it.

"Games"

2007-12-09T23:20:00.000-08:00

-- December 10th, 2007 --

Games are played by the willing. If you're scared, you can always stay with Connect Four. I'm trying to play Monopoly. But there is an unique skill that comes along with the game, as well as an amount of hate. It's the flip of the coin that decides that fate of nations. But they say I think too much.

My story is one to be rehashed and written down, but not today. The lesson was learned and a jewel was hand given to me by a few OGs. Right now, [Dec. 2nd] I am at Highline Ballroom and the love is incredible. It's kind of fan-boyish, but right now with no open bar and no bad bitties to look at - Peanut Butter Wolf isn't fulfilling my "other" appetite [pause, just in case].

I want what I want and it's been some time since I got it and I feel like Pookie. The Lord knows I'm sinnin', but how would I know that I'm alive if I didn't get that rush? I'm addicted to the scent of a goodun'. Now the party is getting a little bit more put together, although the ratio of guys-to-girls is 4 to 1 and Dilla is pumping through the crowd.

No offense to Dilla, but girls don't wear soft pants to a Stones Throw event. They wear hard denim... and they're not grabbin' they ankles, either. Everyone is in here drinking and mingling... damn near breakdancing. The music isn't bad to listen to... but I can do that at the crib, too.

I miss the pleasant surprise of a bad mistress sharing naughty secrets underneath a R. Kelly beat. Our bodies intertwining, breathing simultaneously in harmonious unison. Shit's mad sexy, right? Well there are a few Queens who fill that role and some even more who make an old heart smile. But who shall win the everlasting gobstopper known as my love is still a mystery.

Meanwhile you have the rich Riding Hoods losing their safety to the wolves, the absurd coming to reality and the dawning of a new political era. So, these last days could use the numbing kiss of a good woman.

Daft Punk's - Electroma

2007-12-07T08:09:00.000-08:00

-- December 7th, 2007 --

Last night, yours truly, was at Anthology Film Archives on 2nd Ave. @ 2nd Street to see Daft Punk's - Electroma [click on link]; and I watched it through fresh eyes.

I never really rocked with the group and was only vaguely familiar with their popularity. I knew a few of their songs - Around the World, One More Time and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - but didn't know that their popularity was like this:

I linked up with Jey and his "MyUberLife, Inc." crew and began to watch the film. With Jey being such a big Daft Punk fan, my expectations were kind of high for the film. I mean when you see this as a trailer -- wouldn't you be at least curious?!

The film is... slow... to say the least. And for those who are so Americanized that even their pie has to have an explosion then Electroma isn't for you. The art is key in this movie. The visual effects are mild, but throughout the movie, there is a point to be made. This speaks to the success and philosophy of Daft Punk [spoiler alert].

Green people, robots, whatever -- the movie is another stone in the cobble road of Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangalter 's look at life. One that is seemingly shared by billions, but exhibited by few. The lessons taken from Electroma are as simple as the one's your parents used to tell you when you first got into bible study or even elementary school: love your neighbor, always be yourself and when you're different people will always notice you.

I came away from the movie refreshed [I fell asleep], in tune [the music was dope, Todd Rundgren, "International Feel"] and with more knowledge. As Hero Robot No. 1 & No. 2 ride off in their Ferrari, the message is clear and Daft Punk secures its place amongst films such as Yellow Submarine or Newsies. I highly recommend going to see this and buy two copies for your collection.

Ten years from now people will be talking about how "legendary" this work is.

"There's Sum Wyld Shit In The Air!"

2007-12-06T08:50:00.000-08:00

-- December 6th, 2007 --

Being in the state of mind that I'm in has its perks. When looking through these foggy glasses, I can see clearer than when I'm 20/20. New York is an ill place; full of paranoia, love, hate, ambition and one's imagination can distort or bring to reality those things.

All I really want you to know is that there are no secrets under a green light. It's one of the reasons why I love to be amongst friends in the clouds. It's probably why I love words so much. The intention of a sound within a syllable is able to start wars! Cue Dubya as he talks about WMDs and tell me that I'm not telling the truth!

Ladies, let me call you a bitch to your face and tell me what happens. But let your lil' sister or sista girl friend call you one... are you really gon' fight her? I'd say chances are slim... and that's why New York is the perfect example of life here in America.

There's the subdued racism of entering into a store on Madison Avenue only to be conveniently in the same place, everywhere you go, with a guy who appears to be just a customer.

There's the segregation within the county lines as one rides the train from gentrified Clinton Hill to East New York. Riding the L to Bushwick, Brooklyn, is like seeing the cast of The Brady Bunch get off and leaving only the cast of Good Times on till Bushwick Avenue.

The hood will be whatever the hood is and while the government and other reasons keep it from being our haven in this American struggle, New York is a beast of another kind. It breeds a toughness. A sense of reality where only dreams can numb the pain. It is within this world in which I will adapt.

I must shed these old clothes for some new ones. I can't ever be seen not fresh ta def! It's imperative that I live and die by my balls and my word, because that's all we have in this world.

- Part 2, "The Ride Home," is coming soon!

"Oh, New York!"

2007-12-03T00:07:00.001-08:00

-- December 3rd, 2007 --

New York is a multifaceted city. Amidst the crooks, cowards, regulars and celebs showing off their wealth in the land of the have nots, a lot of comedy goes on right underneath one's nose.

I was on my way to Harlem to cop a few things and while on the train, I do what I always do -- I mind my fuckin' business. So, as I was sitting there, daydreaming about some girl, this guy almost steps on my kicks and ends up sitting next to me.

I give him the slight Arnold-"What 'chu talkin' bout, Willis"-look and go back to fantasizing. When we hit Jay Street, about to crossover into Manhattan, son behind me starts rattling off stops and transfers as if he was the conductor or something. The first one didn't raise an eyebrow, folks just looked up and went back to whatever. But once we got to Broadway, people were clearly taking notice of homeboy's apparent schizoid behavior.

At Chambers St., a beginner family hops on the train. The young trio hear "Train Man" ramblin' his MTA map that was committed to memory and start to snicker. At each stop it got worst, until a brotha blurted out obnoxiously, "Yo, son! I hope MTA cut you a check!"

Studio audience laughter in a damn subway train... The whole car was rollin'! Hell, even I was bustin' up and duke was right behind me going full coo-coo bird! But the shit was funny, though. Honestly, with all the slick talk and snickering going on before, I'm surprised ole' boy didn't spaz out earlier.

So, when the train reached Spring St., son got off with his feelings on smash. But homie still had to spit his shit so [this should've been on video] son runs 'mation about the transfers and the stops but sounds as if he was the Hulk or something. He was all pissed off sounding! When he got off, the whole car started laughing harder, as there was that one lady who said, "That wasn't funny..."

But if you ever see dude spittin' his shit on the train and you're from out of town... He'll at least get you where you need to go...

What's Next?
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A lot of work to be discussed, more blogs and part two to this story...

Let Me Celebrate!

2007-11-19T14:42:00.000-08:00

-- November 19th, 2007 --

Back in my younger days, I used to think that I could rap. I lived in Kent, Ohio -- that's what stalled my rapper aspirations. But I just heard this ill verse from Andre 3000 off of this track called, "Art of Storytellin' Pt. 4". Anyone who knows its predecessors, knows how ill both Dre and Big Boi came on this track. I'm not a rapper, but it did get me inspired. So, laugh, comment, whatever... Just let me celebrate!

A 24-year youngin',
Loungin' in the borough of Biggie and Jay,
I'm dreaming of owning the keys to my own castle,
But in the meanwhile, my friends keep callin' me an asshole,
Ladies do too...
Does that mean that I am or is that I'm just being too truthful.
I'm doing things that other think about while in class,
While I make sure that the things that I thought about come to pass.
It's like being an author of your life story before you die,
I'm a man, in command of my position to remain fly,
To be a legend while haters stay staring at my throne,
There's a legit reason why you'll never see me back at my old home,
I'm on the grind, Shirley,
So, surely, you can understand why I don't have time for a girly,
Well, maybe one, fuck it let's make it twice,
But if one beats the other, then I'll make her wife,
Just let me celebrate...

[Chorus]
Just let me celebrate,
A good time, right mind - don't playa-hate,
The local asshole, with international dreams,
Shining like a star, let me expand my schemes,
As make-believe become fact,
And fiction makes others react,
Let me be king amongst paupers and remain fit,
While I lax and just talk my shit...

The boss, a commander in chief,
A realistic one, not the one known as thief,
It's imperative to understand that I'm oh-so-grand,
As I get my Dick Clark on,
The American Bandstand, band-wa-gons on my bozack,
The kid's gettin' fresher, shakin' gals get prozack,
Cause when he gets bizack,
It's time to act like a young Shiz-aq,
K-Star The Great, others think I'm atrocious,
But the freaky dopest, Scorpiolocious,
Is still on a quest,
To be best,
Better than a nerd passing a calculus test,
BK veteran, but only here two months,
Birthday here soon, I'm on the hunt,
For George and Weezy,
I talk shit, y'all jigs is cliché,
So, I stay grounded, let my mind elevate,
Y'all just make believe, let me celebrate...

[Chorus]

That's it...

"So, You Wanna Be A New Yorker, Huh?"

2007-09-27T14:37:00.001-07:00

-- September 27th, 2007 --

"Most of these n----- wear they boxers backwards!"
-- Beanie Sigel, "Can't Tell Me Nothing [Roc-a-Fella Remix]"

I think that that is going to ring in my head whenever I walk these mean New York streets. I haven't been scarred by the city that never sleeps, but my eyes are open. It's like Laurence Fishburne is yelling at me and this is the last scene in "School Daze." The entertainment business [writing, singing, whatever] is full of masquerading individuals who's sole purpose is to either "get down or lay down" [depending on your sexual preference, you could like 'em both...]. I notice that the intent of most of these people are to become a somebody.

The game would have you believe that these events, these scenarios are just the catalyst that you need to get your name out there -- for people to believe that you are someone that they should notice. And that's where the addiction comes from -- the need to be noticed. From gaudy chains and watches bought from the back of your favorite rap mag to the name dropping q-bert's all at the same function trying to get a handshake and a flick with some celeb.

Now, that's all good. I'm all for capturing your progress, but I think that there should be a manner of how you go about networking. I would not go up to Diddy with my man's CD and ask him to take a picture holding it. Nor would I go up to any artist and spit a "hot" 16 in hopes that they ask me to roll with them. Uh-huh, it's not going to happen. Not saying that it probably doesn't happen, but how many of those stories you hear being aired out on VH1?

Hard work is the key to success. It's hard because I am trying to get used to being a New Yorker now and juggling some of these "responsibilities" that I have now. It's a part of life and I have the ball to live it, I just don't have the patience to deal with some of my fellow compatriots [laughs]. I have always been a "writer" -- whatever that is -- and I've always used my talent in some way to help myself progress forward.

Whether that was with women, in school, or with projects that I felt should've had my flair attached to it [UHURU Magazine] -- I was able to plainly state my feelings in an eloquent and poetic way that was understood by my reader's. But now, at almost a quarter of my life being reach, I am seeing things in a different light. What's funny is that the music that I've been listening to since a kid -- really hasn't grown with me. In some regards, I should be embarassed, but how -- in life -- can something grow when it is founded in youth?

You cannot expect a kid to like Common when he/she would gravitate towards a Lil' Mama. But Lil' Mama is cool. It's just when you have nine-year-olds saying that they have the heart of a 6'4" man -- that's when you should beat the shit outta 'em! Some friends of mines went to play ball at a neighboring court and the NY Giants [more like shrimps] were playing and the score was asked to one of these "lil' darlings." The kid had more bass than me and was talking as if he had a hot burner in waist.

"Woah, killa -- don't shoot," we all joked. "Someone must've had their 50 Cent cereal," another one said. As Congress goes to war with Hip-Hop, I think are we all in the right profession [laughs]? White people, hell a lot of people, have issues with the things being said on the M-I-C, but where is the line going to get drawn...

...and who's going to be on the "right" side?

All this is to say that my first few weeks here in New York has me looking for a more stable line of work, I'll forever be a writer, but I'm looking more Elliot Wilson than Quentin Hatfield [no offense, Q!]

Kia Shine ft. Jim Jones - I Be Everywhere

2007-09-24T08:26:00.000-07:00

-- September 25th, 2007 --

Everyone's favorite "krispy" character links up with VH-1's most feared -- aka Mr. Ballin' for the track -- I Be Everywhere.

Shouts out to Brian Scully [where's the drinks at?! LOL!] for the audio.

http://boss.streamos.com/wmedia/labels/universalmotown/kiashine/audio/everywhere.asx
http://boss.streamos.com/real/labels/universalmotown/kiashine/audio/everywhere.ram

NBA 2K8

2007-09-24T06:55:00.000-07:00

-- September 25th, 2007 --

Now, for anyone who is a gamer -- they know that back in the days, the basketball game du jour was EA Sports - NBA Live franchise. They dominated. They were better than anything else that was out [except maybe Jordan vs. Bird]. But then came the Sega Dreamcast and a lil'-game-that-could with the NBA 2K series. It's funny was a little bit iller than Live's blocky controls, the free-throw engine was innovative and even though the commentary from Rod West and Bob Steele grew repetitive, it was still hilarious upon first listen.

But when Dreamcast went the way of the dinosaur, Playstation picked up the title and it swept into premiere dominance with every year the giant-amongst-others bullied the NBA Live title at every turn. Well, this October, the good folks over at Take-Two Interactive will drop with NBA 2K8 with Chris Paul [New Orlean Hornets] on the cover.

Shouts out to Chase [Access Communications] for the flicks from their event. The game has ill features and even a unique twist on the slam dunk challenge [that NBA Live always managed to fuck up!]. Go cop that for the X-Box or Playstation 3 [preferably!].

Images Courtesy of 2k Sports:

"Just A Thought"

2007-09-12T14:57:00.000-07:00

-- September 12th, 2007 --

I sit in this room, alone and afraid of what awaits outside of that door,
So many people,
But alone I sit,
It is a feeling of dread that creeps along my fingertips as I,
Etch epithets,
Scribble nonsensical dribble for the world's delight.
It is a love affair with a stranger,
That leaves a few dollars on the dresser,
While parading in the spotlight with other suitors,
Who still come up to me,
Handshakes not matching their smile,
I miss the embrace of home,
Time moves swiftly, a phrase uttered before,
But as the melodies of sorrow fill the Brooklyn air,
I shut my door to that world,
And reminiscence of days where all I had were,
Games, laughter and hard work all to myself,
All I had was you.
The grind has become more arduous,
My life is connected to you,
These words merged by fate and chance,
To produce illumination in my heart and mind,
Makes this scene so hard to grasp in my mind's movie,
As the starring role is no longer me,
I'm auditioning again...
The fear of failing makes succeeding taste that more sweet,
But what's the use of going to war when you have no allies to help you compete?

"Kanye Ethered 50"

2007-09-12T01:08:00.000-07:00

-- September 12th, 2007 --

The hype came and went too soon, if you ask me, but we'll have to wait till next week for the results of 50 vs. Kanye West. Even though Kanye would rather tell MTV what he thinks of its network, 50 should be worried that the Dropout will beat the King of Queens in the charts. I walked around my neighborhood today to see who was bumpin' what out of their whips and the tally was close:

Kanye was bumped out of 13 cars with most of them playing Can't Tell Me Nothing, Barry Bonds, Big Brother and Flashing Lights. While those are hot tracks, 50 wasn't failing in his hometown state. Cats were coasting to Fif in about 9 cars with that Mary J. Blige track being rocked out of 5 of them. Not sure if this technically counts as an "ethering" -- because the first week sales hasn't come back in, but it's undeniable to say who's the more creative of the two.

It is with that that although 'Ye hasn't had the best week ever, he'll go down in history as one of the best to ever did it. The production is experimental, as he links back up with Jon Brion [Late Registration] for a track or two.

Either way, as I said earlier -- this is good for hip-hop and hopefully it'll give these young guys something to shoot for.

In other news:

I'm thinking about developing a project that's fit for television. Does anyone have any advice on where I should start?

"New York, New York... Big City of Dreams..."

2007-09-09T15:34:00.000-07:00

-- September 9th, 2007 --

...but everything in New York ain't always what it seems. You might get fooled if you come from out of town, but...

Now I'm here. As of September 1st, I moved into my apartment. Although, I finally got my computer a few days ago, I learned a few things while living here in BK.

-- No one cares...

New Yorkers are heartless. I'm sure they'll help you find your way around the city, but don't be overly drunk and definitely don't be a bum... they wouldn't spit on your if your ass was the walking inferno.

-- Too cool for school...

For those used to grinding hard on the dancefloor to some Buju Banton or even some D4L/Hurricane Chris/Soulja Boi mix... New York clubs aren't for you! Those fashionistas aren't going to let one baby hair go out of place and them thugs are too busy posing for pictures to put on MySpace to even try and get close to a lady. Flyness is no excuse to not get loose.

-- Fashion is a gift and a curse...

I call this the "swag effect." You can pull of anything if it works for you. 'Nuff Sed has the fro-mohawk and I've seen a lot of colorful shit that would pass for foo-foo back home. But the NY slogan for fashion should be "whatever works for you..." I, on a personal note, am still trying to find what works for me. Which means that I am trying to get out of my habit of wearing sweatpants and Timbs.

-- Girls are also a gift and a curse...

There are so many that you don't know if you'll ever be a monogamous man, but their 'tudes are so irrational it makes one thing that you'll be dead and gone before anyone makes you "stiff" while you're alive. A friend of mines says that if you look good, you get in good -- but if all a woman is looking at is my Ed Hardy shirt and Red Monkey jeans, then how would she even know what color my eyes are?!

Last, but certainly, not least is...

-- Always know what you're doing and do it the best!

I left Ohio because my dreams were rooted somewhere else. New York has always been in my mind. It's always been on my head [always wore a NY fitted...] and one couldn't argue with me when I said that I was [am] the biggest Jay-Z fan ever. Brooklyn was in my veins, in parts where Kent wasn't. Now, that I am here, I am somewhat unimpressed. Maybe I am missing the fam too much [shoutouts to those who love me, you know who you are!]? Maybe I am afraid of my potential? But the grind shall begun shortly! I am star -- how could I not shine?! I have been on some Christopher Columbus shit and I've only been here for a week. I'll never stop looking, but now it's time to start diggin'... With that said...

What's next?

A Jagged Edge interview, a review of the new Danny Hoch play, a review for the Soulive/Musiq Soulchild show. I shall not sleep in this city of dreams, and nightmares to those who hate on me because you can't tell me nothing.

"I Love My Job"

2007-06-05T14:02:00.000-07:00

-- June 5th, 2007 --

Although a lot of things may be cut short, your boy will be having some exciting changes to talk about here at Real Recognize Real. But today's small (yes, small...) post will be about how happy I am for a close friend of mines.

Now, we're not close in the sense of that we hang out everyday, but this woman is a huge part of me being the writer that I am now. Her drive is crazy and she has skills with the pen and pad. She interned for Reader's Digest and I am happy to be attending her wedding this Saturday.

Ladies and Gentlemen --

Tara Pringle!!!

She is a constant professional and has a very illuminated mindset. She reads more books than I, but the vocabulary she uses doesn't make it feel as if I'm a dumbfluck. With her future looking bright and her family becoming more of the focal point, I hope and pray that her writing doesn't fall to the wayside. I'm sure that it won't, but upon hearing that she may or may not be attending the 2007 National Association of Black Journalist Convention in Las FRIGGGIN' Vegas (Can you tell I've never been...?) -- made me feel like I'm missing my Robin (...yes, making me Batman, but hey... this is my blog!).

I am 24 years-young, soon to be 25 and I have seen a lot of things this year that make me realize how important family, friends, love, life, death and all that jazz is...

So, I wanted to take the time out to spotlight someone who is important to me and whose words I value greatly.

"With The Rising Sun..."

2007-06-04T03:28:00.000-07:00

-- June 4th, 2007 --

Sinking too deep into the pool of your eyes,
I realize that the feelings felt cannot be realized.
God's will is strong, but a man's needs need to be put on halt,
It hurts...
It's like taking candy from a baby,
Money from a bank,
Your words not being interchanged with mines,
Makes the expressions from my mind come up blank.
The souls united -- must detach for some time,
While apart -- I hope that you are fine.
I am not an animal, but is it wrong for me to hog your time?

I cannot fall, but the trip is enjoyable.
Your soothing voice makes the night give rise to the day.
Good morning to you -- the sunrise gives light to those dark pupils.
And illumination to the end of our conversations.
Those closed close discussions -- where we exchange...
Tender...
Scratch that -- we see the truth, but it cannot be realized.
My friend, my friend, my friend...
I don't want to take advantage of the love you've shown.
So, I play the role of the stranger.
Never too close, but never too far away.

Sleep is escaping my body.
Not a fan of it, but it was amusing to hear your chuckle by the moonlight.
Your smile shone through technologies advances.
I must cut short my adventure in wonderland with you in my mind,
My heart can no longer stay awhile.
Slowly, my eagerness must give way to understanding...
A patience must fuel my soul.
Undeniably, you could be the muse behind my life's perfect role.
But a friend you are...
One that I never want to miss.

Painfully, the sun rises...
Giving light to a new day...
I hide underneath a shade...
To bury the hurt away...

"Real Recognize Real"

2007-05-31T09:01:00.000-07:00

-- May 31st, 2007 --

I named this site "Real Recognize Real" as a personal mission statement with my life. I have always been really good at reading people and I have been blessed to have people in my corner who all aren't perfect, but we got each other's back when push comes to shove. I am realizing in my life that in life, that's all we're looking for in life. Someone to understand, someone who can deal... someone who can love unbiasedly.

I am wealthy in blessings to be able to experience all that I have in this 24 years on this Earth. Good, bad and ugly -- I've seen most of it and can't wait to see the rest. I'm learning that in life -- people will hurt you, but you cannot allow that to be your end all. I love all the people who I call friend and family. You all make me a better person. I learn bits and pieces from you all and it opens my eyes to things that go on within my life that before I may or may not have been able to deal with.

I am working to accomplish big things in my life and with God on my side and a good counsel, I'll be able to attain my dreams and make them into reality.

Thank you.

"Ask For It"

2007-05-26T13:45:00.000-07:00

-- May 26th, 2007 --

I don't do too much poetry [for online use], but I got inspired... by all things -- T-Pain?!! :)

The words don't match the look in your eyes,
Can't hide the truth from me.
Real definitely recognizes real.
And you're familiar to me.
It's so ever present that whenever your present,
I cannot get the thought of you out of my mind.
But my mind plays tricks on me...
Fooling me into believing that a dream can be reality,
So, I play the back...

Always knowing that the woman you're growing to be is a Queen deserving of a King,
So, if there's anything that you want...
Anything you need...
There ain't nothing in the life that you can't have...
All you have to do is ask for it.

Just b.s.'in' for the time period... I'll write more later... :)

"Can't Tell Me Nothing... But Say Something... Please!"

2007-05-26T12:50:00.000-07:00

-- May 26th, 2007 --

I haven't put on here the work that I've been doing in a long while, so let me just go through that.

Jody Breeze Interview in the newest issue of Rhyme & Reason Magazine with the Ying Yang Twins on the cover.
I have a few pieces in the newest issue of Scratch Magazine with Young Jeezy and The Runners on the cover.
I'm also in the newest issue of Skope Magazine, but I honestly forgot what pieces I did for them [laughs].
On HipHopDX -- there's a new Beauty & Brains girls, Wahidah Fowler and Beautiful Bebe. An interview with Lil' Mama and a review about The Last Days of Left Eye.
On NobodySmiling.com -- I have an interview with David Banner that has yet to be posted.
On XXLMag.com -- Lil' Cease, Tum Tum and Chingy (???) -- are just a few of the interviews that will be going up on the site.

I am worried that I won't make it in New York. Part II coming up...

"The World According To Wikipedia"

2007-05-22T09:26:00.000-07:00

-- May 22nd, 2007 --

In my 24 years of experience doing this thing called living, I've known more than what I should. You could consider me a vet in the game, but right now, I feel like I'm reaching a new plateau. I am understanding the ins and outs a little bit better than I did two years ago. I've seen things to make a grown man cry and am living through things that'd make a mere mortal quit.

And through all of this I have learned that you really don't need a woman to make it all work, but you can't make it work without one. It's one of the ultimate catch-22 within the story of the world. I am in this frame of mind where a woman is a beautiful person. But I've seen the ugliest sides of them. I know that they exist, but I have a small fear that their "insecurities" would be my downfall if I ever chose to wife one up. Background checks are a must if you're going to enter the Zander Zone ($5 bucks for anyone who knows what movie that's from...). And a lot of these dames are falling into the same bucket that men traditionally hold.

Yes, we're not perfect... we're dogs... we'd sex anything in a skirt, yes... Okay! I said it. Doesn't make it alright, but that is the world that we live in. Someone married O.J. Simpson, Ike Turner and Larry Flynt -- so a dude like Ray-Ray on the corner would definitely get some play, even if he had 3 baby mama's. But a woman is sooooo... much... more... She is a Queen, until she reveals that she's a pauper. I'm being thrusted into a dingy world where rags think that they're riches and when called out upon their shit -- become defensive and fall back on the trite argument that, "Men can do this, so why can't I?" bullshit.

It is because of this that I stated that I have not really met any true women in the locale that I reside in. There are a few. Some know, others have been told, but all in all -- they're a true representation for what men, across the board, like. Strong, determined, witty, intelligent beyond regular measure, a flirt, a nurse and then some.

But with a lot of birds flocking to the nest -- could this change either side? You be the judge.

"Seven Questions With... Wahidah Fowler"

2007-05-15T11:57:00.000-07:00

-- May 15th, 2007 --

Howdy, ladies and gents... I know... It's been a long time, but you know when I leave I come back with something hot. World... meet Wahidah Fowler... Ms. Fowler, the World!

RRR: How important is having God in your relationship?

WF: I’m agnostic. I think that spirituality is good. God, I’m not too worried about. But if you can’t acknowledge right from wrong and you have to read a book, the Bible, then something is off about that. I don’t go to Church and I don’t read the Bible. I’m more of a spiritual person. I think that when it comes down to morality, everyone has sinned. Sometimes God doesn’t have anything to do with how your relationship is or how you connect to someone. I believe in evolution, but I know that there is a higher power that is greater than man, as well. I know that there is something that is beyond our touch. But when it comes to something so simple like saying “grace,” I don’t do it because I don’t really know who to thank.

RRR: What has been the one most important thing that you’ve taken away from dating an older man?

WF: That everybody has their own personality and that even older men behave like kids [laughs]. I also learned not to generalize or assume. I don’t date guys my age. I haven’t connected with them on any level. Some of them behave like kids because society makes men feel like they don’t have to grow up. You have, for example, Flavor Flav, who are older but act as if they’re kids in elementary school. The woman has to progress, we know our timeline. But men, they’re in a different world. A 50 year-old man can and will date an 18 year-old woman, because they don’t feel like growing up. Their influences around them deter them from acting like a true grown-up. Why, when you’re taught that wearing some Uptowns and some fly clothes can get you some play.

RRR: With Black people making so much money through artistry – why has our created culture gone down the toilet the last few years?

WF: I believe that people want to hear creativity in music, but the head of corporations want to make more money. Artists, normally in general, have a say so. In the 80’s, there was no one on top stopping someone from rhyming about what they want. Nowadays, it has to be a big ole fantasy. If you don’t have one, you have to create one. They say people don’t want to hear it, but they do. The ones who are buying these albums, don’t even live in the communities that they’re from. People don’t want to hear reality. They want to hear fantasy about a life that they don’t live.

RRR: In Louisiana, four kids were caught having sex in a classroom. People have been saying that the kids are now growing up way too fast, but how can anyone be responsible for a free-thinking soul?

WF: I don’t know. There’s sex in everything nowadays. How can you not expect them not to have sex? Look at how times have changed. Who’s to blame? I don’t know. Usually you say, “Blame the parents,” but sometimes you can’t always say that. Kids are having sex at a younger age. A lot of this has to do is with the media. Everything is either sexy or has a sexual reference and that influences a lot of people.

RRR: Brooklyn, New York City – home of Biggie and Jay. For someone who may be from out of town and is living there – what are a few things that they should know before they find out the hard way?

WF: You’d think that Brooklyn is the sweetest place on Earth. You look around and see all the trees. Brooklyn is beautiful. But what you don’t know is that there is a lot that comes out at night. Never underestimate the neighborhood that you live in. Don’t go by appearances. Always ask your neighbors about the community. Brooklyn is full of so many different cultures. There’s Latin’s… Jewish, so you always should ask around. Because you never know what neighborhood you’re moving into.

RRR: What are a few assumptions that people have when first meeting you?

WF: That I would be stuck up. They assume that I would act a certain way. A lot of people that I usually meet think said that I would be nasty, but in the end I would prove them wrong. Some people, though, think that I’m really nice. I argue and am very honest about things. So, I love to tell people how I feel… especially if they want to know.

RRR: You’re also an upcoming DJ. First, how can people get in contact with you if they’re interested in having you DJ a party? Second, what type of DJ do you want to be – a Funkmaster Flex-type or a DJ Premier-type?

WF: Right now, I'm working with a lot of underground artists, a lot of revolutionaries. At the same time, I don't want to be known as just a political person. I love music from everywhere. I don't want to be pushed into one category. I want to do all types of parties. As a DJ, I like all types of music, so I don't want to be limited. I have a mixtape that's out now. You can get in touch with me at http://www.myspace.com/blackdiamondsinc and email, too.

"Seven Questions With... Danyale Walden"

2007-04-24T12:44:00.000-07:00

-- April 24th, 2007 --

It's been a while, but your boy is here and brought a new Beauty & Brains gal with him. Let me introduce you to: Danyale Walden.

RRR: Misconceptions aside. What would you say is one truth about you that you feel that people shouldn't know, so you say that it's a misconception?

DW: One crazy habit that I have is that I love sweets. I can eat junk food all day, everyday! I know it sounds weird for a model to be saying that! But, I love to eat and I’m not afraid to eat. It’s like an oxymoron for a model and food to go together in the same sentence. I’m just the type of person that likes to enjoy myself. And, I refuse to try to starve myself to look like a Nicole Ritchie or an Olsen twin! I love every inch of my curves and I feel blessed to be me.

RRR: Although you're currently in a relationship, I'm pretty sure that people try to break you two up. What has been the hardest scenario that you two had to trudge through and how'd you overcome that hurdle?

DW: Females, girls, women, whatever you want to call them! Women don’t like to see other women happy. Whoever said that misery loves company never lied! Every time you turn around it’s always an insecure chick in your dude’s ear telling one crazy lie about you after the next. For the most part, it’s funny to me to think that a chick would stoop so low and get all in your business. Secondly, a chick is crazy to believe that she could tear apart what we’ve created. Females are always on some other stuff; you’ve got to watch out for them!

RRR: In the modeling business, everyone is competing for your job; wanting your spot. Has there ever been a time when someone has overstepped their boundaries when competing for a job that you were going for?

DW: All the time! This is a cut-throat industry. There just has to be a point that you tell yourself there are foul people everywhere that are dying to take my spot. That's why I am where I am today. There are always haters out there, we all know that. But sometimes it goes even deeper than that. You've got your all-out shameless, no good, trifling bitches, that can't wait to throw a monkey wrench in your game. You've just got to know how to deal with it and handle it accordingly.

RRR: We have a woman and a black man both running for President of the United States of America. Who do you think will win and what changes do you feel need to be made in order for America to get back on track?

DW: I honestly feel that Hilary Clinton will win the presidency. Not to be facetious, but America isn’t ready for a Black president, just yet. Not to say that we don’t need one! This country has been run by the white man for far too long for them to just hand him the votes. If Bush finagled his way in the gates, you know they will do any and everything for Obama not to gain power. I feel that if this and other countries weren’t run by such greedy ingrates, then the world just might have a chance for survival. The social and political powers that govern us are in my opinion, selfish, ignorant and don’t give a damn about our humanitarian rights.

RRR: Hypothetically speaking, if romance and chivalry are dead -- then why continue to search for love?

DW: I don’t think that it’s dead, it just needs resuscitation! Back in the day it was customary to bring a lady some flowers and hold the door for her. In this day and age, this is rarely executed. Thugs are the new deal now. Everybody wants to be a 50 Cent, which is cool, but some people take it too far and ladies allow it to go on. I think it’s all about what you allow yourself to put up with. There are gentlemen out there, but sometimes they get overshadowed by the bad ones. I feel that love is what you make it.

RRR: Money is the root of all evil, but necessary for success and survival. Has there been ever a point in your life where you had to do something tough or strenuous (or dangerous) to get some money?

DW: Life is all about doing things you don’t want to do to get where you need to be. I can honestly say that I have danced before. I don’t want to glamorize it and make it seem like its all good, because it’s not. Yes, I do think it degrades and lowers women to the smallest denominator. No, I did not like it. Yes, I did like the money. Sometimes, when your back is against the wall, you have no choice but to fight. I feel that dancing is no different than what Jay-Z and Jeezy talk about in their songs (drug dealing). Only dancing is a legal hustle. Think about it… for instance when Jay-Z says, “Like I told you sell drugs. No, Hov did that so hopefully you won’t have to go through that”. Like I said before, I don’t want to glamorize living the life of fast money. I want to be an example and show the youth that there are consequences to all your actions… so choose wisely. I want to let everyone know that there is nothing positive that can come from those kinds of choices. It’s dangerous, it ain’t sweet! So… kids go to school, get a good education, don’t sell drugs, and don’t dance! Use your smarts to elevate yourself!

RRR: Atlanta is home of the finest women in America. Think that you could find me a date when I come down there?

DW: ATL is a party city... so, you know I got you! We might hit up Magic [City], Justin's or the Velvet Room. I'll make sure that it's something easy... being that it's your first time!

Be sure to check out Ms. Danyale Walden's interview at HipHopDX.com.

"Long Time"

2007-04-07T15:27:00.000-07:00

-- April 7th, 2006 --

I haven't really written in this blog, I know... It's been almost two months since you last heard from me, but I have been getting the work in regardless. School is almost wrapped for the Spring 2007 semester, but after that, then it's the move to New York. Without giving up too much information, I can't wait. The quest to continue my rise within these literary ranks doesn't stop. I'm in the next issue of Scratch Magazine with Young Jeezy and The Runners on the cover. I'm also in Skope, Rhyme & Reason and Synthesis Magazine. The online hustle doesn't stop either, but that's another post.

Today, I'm alone.

I'm realizing that, too. Even when I'm surrounded by the company of my closest friend's, I feel like something is missing. The difficult part is understanding if it is the need of a partner (see: relationship) or if it is all just a phase or a test that I'm going through.

I started feeling like this after I saw my best friend be all boo'ed up with his longtime girlfriend. They have a beautiful, albeit crazy, chemistry that works uniquely for them. Coupled with the fact that others around me are getting into the psychotic notion that they either; need a girlfriend or have one, is getting to me. Hell, my good friend and writing buddy, Tara Pringle, is getting MARRIED!!! Yes, the dreaded curse that some woman bestowed on human civilization claims another one!

I guess it's dealing with a lot of bird brains who flock for the wrong reasons that has me feeling like a lost lil' pup. On the other hand, I absolutely love the freedom that comes along with being single. If I want to go... I can go. I have less drama to deal with because I don't have to jack around some fooze-ball goofnut who can't be honest with themselves enough to realize that they're wrong, crazy, or all of the above.

But the softness of a good woman's touch are reasons why men go to war. Hell, you put sooooo much into a woman that you believe is "the one" to where the oneness is no longer seen. It's lived. It's the consciousness that I used to have with someone who I thought fit that profile. So, it's like having your favorite home cooked meal dangled in front of your face; ready to be eaten. Or being allowed to use a Black Platinum Card with no limits at any store in the World at your choice. Which do you choose?

They're both favorable. But with me moving to the City of My Dreams, I can't really let sleeping dogs lie. Meaning that I should figure it out and get it right before it becomes something that I get depressed about. That's not sexy.

What's Next?!
A new Beauty & Brains girl, which means there's more questions to ask right here at Real Recognize Real. Also... I have a lot of things flooding the Net right now. I'll link them to you tomorrow. I'm back!

Hopefully XV will put this Media Player up so the readers can have something to jam too!

"Seven Questions With... Adeja Allen"

2007-02-28T14:48:00.000-08:00

-- February 28th, 2007 --

Miss Adeja Allen was unfairly hated on over at HipHopDX.com, so me being the gentleman that I am, initiated her into the “Seven Questions…” crew. The beautiful Californian chops it up with me as she gets to the nitty-gritty about a few things. It was a pleasure to talk to her again and I hope that this isn’t the last time that we, here at Real Recognize Real, hears from the Brown Skin Lady.

RRR: Love songs set the mood to make your own songs. What R&B tune would best describe your intimate personality and why?

AA: I can definitely say that I’m a sucker from some good R&B. I’m old school and huge fan of the whole Motown era. Al Green… The Isley Brothers… all that. But I can’t really say that I was raised on that stuff. So, I would probably go more late-80s, early-90s type R&B. That’s REAL R&B. I’m talking about Sadé, R. Kelly (pre-pedophile days), definitely Luther Vandross, Anita Baker, et cetera, et cetera. A lot of stuff that’s out now is corny, watered down and played out! What do these 16-year-olds know about love and romance? Huh? [Laughs] I sound like my Daddy now! But, I’m going to have to go with my girl, Sadé! “No Ordinary Love” is the lick! Her music just does something to me. It takes me to a whole other place. No one, I mean, NO ONE… can ever do it like her. She’s the realest. But shout outs to the closest runners up of our time – Maxwell, Teedra Moses and Alicia Keys! I love y’all too [laughs]!

RRR:You had haters galore over at HipHopDX.com -- has that affected you in any way? If not, how does that make you a stronger person?

AA: Man, the word “hater” is an understatement for what I had over there. I’m glad that I have the opportunity to address that. I would like to thank everyone who took the time out to leave a comment, man, real talk! Ya'll are amazing! You take the time out to put your name, make a title, enter your email, think of something nasty to say, type it, edit it and post it! Good Lord! [Laughs] That takes too much time, so I'm so glad you thought enough about me to waste yours! But, seriously, I'm flattered and yes, the hating does make me a stronger person. You have to have a thick skin in this industry and accept that everyone isn't going to kiss your ass. But it's like Kat Williams said, “You gotta get ya hater game up. If you ain't got enough… look for ways to get more!” That's exactly what I'm doing. I can say that was the first time I’ve ever experienced hate to that magnitude, though [laughs]. So, it did catch me off guard a little, but I'm never rattled by what other people say. People are so fickle and change their minds so much that if I based what I thought about myself on other people's opinions of me then I'd be crazy! [Laughs] People love you one day and hate you the next, so I just do what I do and leave the rest to God! I think the biggest thing people were mad about was the fact I had no “ass and titty” shots in that feature! [Laughs loudly] I think the reader's are looking for porn, but there are sites you can join for that type of shit. I'm not the one! I pride myself on taking classy photos. I'm very fashion forward and I have a reputation to uphold as a CEO and businesswoman. So, if being tasteful and classy gets me haters, I welcome that. Just get used to seeing me, because I’m not going anywhere!

RRR: As a single Black woman in California, it seems like it'd be hard to differentiate the real from the fake out there. So, what does it take for a man to get your attention?

AA: It can be very hard out here with all of the phonies and imposters. But I feel I was blessed with a spirit of discernment. People lie, they manipulate and try to bamboozle you. But, that's life, and that's how people will always be. I'm pretty guarded and private, so I don't let too many people the opportunity to get close enough to hurt me. I also have an amazing circle of people around me who support and look out for me. My family, my friends and I got a lot of homeboys that watch my back… so don't fuck with me! [Laughs] But seriously, I'm not impressed with gaudy jewelry, rims and all that. The best way to get my attention is to be humble yet confident. I love a great smile. I believe eyes reveal true intentions, so that definitely gets my attention. But overall a nice swagger is what I like. Sex appeal, wit and style is what I look at in a gentleman.

RRR: Gemini's are known for being crazy. So, what has been the craziest thing that you've done that you never got caught doing?'

AA: First of all... let's set the record straight, some of the most amazingly gifted and creative people are Gemini’s and we are often misunderstood. We’re versatile, restless, jack-of-all-trades, changeable, communicative, mentally ambitious, quick-witted and dexterous. You can use a lot of words to describe us, but “crazy” is not one of them! [Laughs] We got Donald Trump, 2pac… and Prince! Come on now! I'm sworn to secrecy on many of the “crazy” things I've done with my friends involved, so I got to take those to the grave [laughs], but there's one crazy thing that I can share.

A few years ago I was invited to Kevin Costner's mansion on the beach near Santa Barbara. He had this really dope laced out crib and he had these bomb ass pillows! [Laughs] You talk about sleeping on a cloud! I decided I wanted to sleep like that for the rest of my days, so I sort of stole some pillows… and some cologne, too! It smelled really good! [Laughs loudly] I don't think he ever noticed. But if you did Kevin… and you reading this then let me say… my bad! I'll get them back to you. I'm not a thief, but damn, if I see something I want then I'm taking it! Respect me I'm a thug [laughs].

RRR: The life of a model doesn't last that long and with a revolving door of ladies coming in and out of the business -- how do you stay in the limelight to maintain a presence.

AA: Man, Kev, you ain’t never lied! [Laughs] This business is so fickle and subjective. It's for that exact reason that I never depend on “eating” off of this modeling thing. It's a side hustle. Very few women can stay on top for more than a few years and that's because they are supermodels, you know? I use modeling in conjunction with other projects that I have such as my clothing lines. Having that experience enables me to focus on the fashion and marketing side in addition to business. I approach this industry as just that, a business and that's what I'm going to school for. That will ultimately be what makes me my first million. Not just because so-and-so magazine rated me their "Eye Candy", you know? That's where a lot of women go wrong and that's why it’s always a revolving door. There's always someone new coming in willing to compromise more and more of who she is for 15 minutes of fame. Having longevity or being in the “limelight”, so to speak, is achieved when you have substance; when you have more to bring to the table. I feel I maintain my presence and will continue to do so because I'm about handling my business. I'm a real person… I don't get caught up in the “Hollywood” egos or bullshit. I also make sure that every photo I take is classy! If it's not going to still be relevant six months from now, then it’s not worth it.

RRR: You have a piece on your MySpace blog called "Come Make Love To Me". What has been the best love making that you ever had... where and why?

AA: Wowwwww!! Here he goes with the love making question! Well as I said I'm very private and guarded particularly about that aspect of my life. The piece I wrote, however, was about real love-making through thoughts, vibes and connection. It has nothing… I repeat, nothing, to do with the physical aspect of love making better known as sex. So to me, the best intimate experience that I've had with a man is just being able to vibe with him, laugh with him and just be… together. There's something about poetry and words that is unexplainable. Sharing that bond can take place anywhere, anytime and for any reason.

RRR: Speaking of sex... with Arnold Schwarzenegger screwing most of the people in California, a Black man and a White woman running for President -- what changes do you think may or may not be happening in the horizon?

AA: [Laughs] You are too funny! I like that. Well, I am very excited about the fact that we have a Black man and a white woman running for President. I think that it's long overdue! I feel that this country needs a change since we are, for right now, the world's “leader” economically. I think people are just fed up, though. I am a little nervous for Barack though, considering we still live in a very racist country. But I am glad to see him getting support from so many different people of various races, backgrounds and socio-economic statuses. I actually just went to a speaking engagement he had out here in LA last week and there was a tremendous turn out! I think getting a different point-of-view in office… our point-of-view in office will help move us in the direction of peace and prosperity. I think I speak for most of my peers when I say we are tired of health care being ridiculously expensive. We're tired of this war. We're tired of tuition being so high. With depleting funds for Social Security there will be nothing left in just a few short years. So, yes, I’m very excited that a change is on the horizon. I'll end with this – people keep asking me who I would vote for considering I am both female and Black. My answer is simple: My parents knew what color I was going to be before they knew, “It's a girl!” So, that's where my loyalty lies [laughs]!

To see where all the hate came from... go check out the interview with Ms. Allen at HipHopDX.com.

"Business Piece"

2007-02-13T15:08:00.000-08:00

-- February 13th, 2007 --

Shouts out to the homie, William E. Ketchum III for his pieces in both Scratch and XXL Magazine (he won the competition...). But the young one, Kev Clark is doing it too. You can check me out in the newest issue of Scratch Magazine (bottom page 105). I also have two album reviews in there (Young Jeezy and Lil' Scrappy). But I'm still continuing to burn up the Internet with interviews with Tre Williams, Sullee, Jon Boy, Onix, Liza Irizarry, Boo the Boss Playa, XV and Persia.

What's Next?

Check me out in the next issue of Scratch Magazine. Synthesis Magazine should be dropping in stores soon. Skope Magazine and the next issue of Rhyme & Reason. New Beauty & Brains gals, Rico and T-Weed from I Love New York, Jody Breeze, Bosco and much, much more! Be on the lookout!

"Because Of You..."

2007-02-13T10:27:00.000-08:00

-- February 13th, 2007 --

Because of you... because it's almost time for Valentine's Day... because I get e-mail blasts from one of the illest companies out of New York... I give to you...

Ne-Yo -- "Because of You"
Hi-Fi (Win)
Lo-Fi (Win)
Hi-Fi (Real)

"After The Grammy's"

2007-02-12T11:15:00.000-08:00

-- February 12th, 2007 --

Damn, life is going quick. February is almost over, dang... But last night, I watched the Grammy's (I see you, Luce!) and I'd have to say that it was really good. Wasn't too many errors during the night.

I want to know how Won G is allowed to come to the Grammy's after not doing much of nothing.

The highlight of the night for me was threefold. Number one had to be the performance by John Mayer, John Legend and Corrine Bailey Rae. I will say that Ms. Rae has a beautiful voice and I would've never heard about her unless it was for Luce and VH1. But the trio made some beautiful music together and for me it was a great showing of how music should make people feel.

The next best thing that night had to be the In Memoriam performance by Chris Brown. He lost points because his performance blew; I mean it's hard to come after Lionel Ritchie and Smokey Robinson, but singing "Run It" is not really going to win over too many people. It's definitely not going to get him the "heir to Michael Jackson" chants. But his dance tribute to Mr. Brown showed that he's not all flash and explosions. So, he earned props with me.

The last good thing about the Grammy's was being able to see Beyoncé relegated to mid-card status. I mean -- some would say that her ego is insane, but she very rarely showcases it. But with the rumblings coming from her camp about the Grammy's, Golden Globes and Oscars "snubbing" her in some form or another, we all get to see the chinks in her armor.

She's not as powerful of a balladeer as her predecessors or even some of her underlings (J. Hudson STAND UP!!) and her performance last night was uninspired (C. Aguiliera, she took it to CHUUUCHHH on that one!).

Also, my friend Candace pointed out that the weaves of India Arie, Beyoncé, Mandy Moore, and Shakira all were busted.

All in all, it was great show and I enjoyed it... even though Lupé win anything.

Got a lot of things in the works, even more stuff that's out now... I'll keep you posted.

Peace.

"Guess Who's Bizzack..."

2007-01-31T10:36:00.000-08:00

-- January 31st, 2007 --

I haven't really been on this blog in a hot minute, but thanks to the raw design by my homie, XV (Wichita STAND UP!) -- you're now looking at the new/old home of your writer's favorite writer.

2007 is going to be great year. I am planning on moving to New York in August with a few good friends. One of those really good ones (she's cute, too), Miss Danya Steele, has a new blog and needs your help. So go out and support. William Ketchum and myself are featured in the newest issue of Scratch Magazine (shouts out to BFred and HDott).

I'm going to stray from talking about all the business that I got going on right now, because I'm just blessed to be alive. It's a beautiful thing to be able to wake up everyday and have a different experience. So, I'm thankful for you, the reader, for sticking with me through it all.

Guess who's bizzack... Me... And I'm not going anywhere!

On The Road Again...

2006-01-30T06:34:00.000-08:00

-- January 30th, 2006 --

I have moved once again. You can check me out at http://realrecognizereal.wordpress.com.

"Back to the Grind"

2006-01-16T14:03:00.000-08:00

-- January 16th, 2006 --

Happy Martin Luther King Day!! If you're like me, then you watch a lot of television. If you're also like me, then you saw the infamous "Return of the King" episode on "The Boondocks" television show. I guess the episode raised the ire of a few of my comrades. Baba talks about it here. My friend, Tara thinks that McGruder is just full of shit. I kind of see where she's coming from. The episode didn't really have any high notes, even though the concept itself was pretty thought-provoking. What would MLK do if he were alive today? The man would've been 77 years old. Could his impact upon the world continued, if the powers-that-be would have let the man just live?

Em and Kim finally squash their beef and tie the knot. Over the years, we've been pulled into their world through Em's eyes with his many "dedications" to his significant other. But as the saying goes, "time heals all wounds" and I hope that Marshall & Kim Mathers finally have their act together. I mean if they can make it work, why can't anyone.. hmm?

2006 is here! School starts up tomorrow and although the title states "Back to the Grind", I've never really left. UHURUMagazine.com is in the works -- with the new issue to come out in March. Business pieces will be posted here as usual. Be on the lookout for the missus -- she'll be hitting the boob tube in due time. The year has already been a blessing and inspiration is coming from all angles.

I think something new that I'll do is a book review. The missus and I are bringing back our book club, so if there is anything that is interesting to read -- please, by all means -- hit me up. Peace.

"Happy New Year"

2005-12-30T17:05:00.000-08:00

-- December 30th, 2005 --

As the year winds down, I just want to wish everyone that I know [and those I don't know] a Happy New Year. Be safe, don't drink a lot, and lastly -- never lie to your kids.

"Year 2006"

2005-12-21T13:25:00.000-08:00

-- December 21st, 2005 --

It's a cold, cold world -- not even Santa can put a smile on a Black man's face. As the sun sets on 2005 and a new day dawns welcoming us to 2006 -- let us sit down and see what all we have to look forward to.

Tom Hanks is Robert Langdon. Brian Glazer and Ron Howard are set to bring this flick to your home theaters on May 19th. Judging by how it looks... they may have struck cinematic gold, er.. I mean platinum [gold is so played out].

It is now the start of year numero dos of the missus and I. Still happy, I say. Hope she is. I think that she deserves to be pampered. Let's see if I can come up with some new things. One of the things that I have noticed growing up in this generation is the lack of patience that we have. That is the one thing that made our forebearers great. The Ossie Davis's [R.I.P.] and Ruby Dee's -- those great relationships were a testimonial to patience, virtue, and the will to succeed.

I find it funny that we now live in the days of reality TV, mircowave marriages, and nano-second divorces. I pray to God that the one who has been a blessing in my life -- remains a constant. It is sad when you have not found that one in your life worth sacrificing for. Or that you choose to play the one that you're with because you cannot commit [shout out to Cheaters]. I love the woman that I am with -- for better or for worst.

In the end, I don't know what all to expect or to look forward to in the year 2006. All I know, hope, and pray for is that my family and friends remain healthy, living, and safe. That my work continues to flourish and get better [Bomani watch your back, son!]. That my love continues to enrich my soul and feed my desire to live my life on the right side of the law.

Happy Holidays to you All and A Joyous New Year!

* This'll probably be the last post of the year for awhile. Sorry so short. But trust that if something new arises, you'll hear it here first.

"Spy vs. Spy"

2005-12-13T18:05:00.000-08:00

-- December 13th, 2005 --

The Technological Age -- it's a rush isn't it? Literally! With AIM, Yahoo Messenger, Trillian, Treo, the Blackberry, T-Mobile Sidekicks, and cell phones -- you cannot go anywhere without being contacted by someone at some time during the day.

Some say it's for business, others say it's for pleasure. I say that we've become so dependent on the latest technology that we've forgotten how to be personal with ourselves and others. I titled this piece "Spy vs. Spy" because we all know how the Patriot Act does folks on the Internet. But I guess our government in all its glory of trying to "rid the world of terrorism" has turned its attention inward.

That's right, folks -- Big Brother is, indeed, watching... And anything that you may say, do, think, or any other verb will be scrutinized to the letter. I am going to read this and do some more research so I can be able to comment on this further.

"What's Eating Kevin Clark?"

2005-12-13T08:08:00.001-08:00

-- December 13th, 2005 --

So... Arnuld said no clemency and they gave Williams a token of their appreciation. Don't know how I feel about that, yet. I do believe that Mr. Williams' acts inspired the youth to try and change their direction from crossing the same path as his, but -- did he do it? Appeal after appeal and nothing changed. Since that matter cannot be rectified -- my man, Bomani hipped me to something else that should captivate your attention.

What's funny is that with all these "advances" in technology -- DNA testing, CSI marathons, Matlock and Perry Mason -- we should be able to crack down on the guilty and release the innocent with no hassle, right?!

In other news, I got the columnist job at the Daily Kent Stater, so you can be on the look out for some business pieces to hit thestateronline.com for those who aren't in reach of the physical paper. UHURU Magazine also came out. I know that people don't know what that is, yet... But come, February 1st, 2006 -- we'll all be able to know what UHURU means! [FREEDOM -- shouts out to Blitz...]

The last few posts that I have done have been really telling the person that I think that I am. I know what she thinks. But I'd like to hear from you, the readers, what you think from what you've read or for those who know me otherwise.

I feel as if my life is in a transitional phase. I received my application to the "Society of Professional Journalists" in the mail. I am psyched about that. I have been eyeing a new location for me to further my education.

*Pause*

This is where the situation gets tricky. I am in the process of becoming a known name on campus -- a student leader. Editor-in-Chief, Columnist, and being a member of two influential journalism associations [the other being NABJ]. I am in a loving situation with my significant other who also wishes to pursue and follow her dreams. I promised her that I wouldn't leave her side. But at what cost? Can I rebuild in Chicago? Can I become a bigger name in the Big Apple? Do I do for self to provide for a relationship that looks to be long distance? Or do I make the sacrifice to keep peace, happiness, and stability in a mobile home?

I said to G-Money that I would go where she would go to ensure that her career could be realized. But would she stay for the same to happen with mines? That is what's eating Kevin Clark... The questions...

I don't intend on breaking my promise to her. But I wouldn't mind if she didn't have to go, either? Selfish...? A little? But can you expect less from anyone who wants to be able to have their love and their cake and to enjo both?

"The Chance Is Here, The Time Is Now"

2005-12-12T11:23:00.000-08:00

-- December 12th, 2005 --

My one year anniversary is today. It's an accomplishment that not too many people can say that they've been able to experience. Still in love, still happy, and still energized to continue the union that we have together. They say that once you've reached a year mark, it gets better as the days go on. I pray that this is true.

I am flawed. Extremely flawed. Not Scott Peterson or even O.J. Simpson flawed. More like Stephen Glass flawed. I hope that I am not that much similar to Glass to where people don't know where I end and a lie begins? I am a liar. I have lied to friends in the past about situations that I was never a part of. I have lied to my girlfriend about things that she has forgiven me for. I have told untruths about a job that I said that I went to [and didn't]. I lied about talking to one of my closest friends on the phone while I was at work. I have yelled at her in public because I felt that she was accusing me and I couldn't be man enough to take her aside and explain the situation with some diplomacy. I did not tell her about some money that I gave to my friends. Albeit, it is my money and I have every right to do with it as I wish -- she was going to help me get an apartment that I desparately needed in my life. So, she feels that she has been betrayed by me. Used. Abused.

Wherein do I have the right to ask her to continue to put up with me? How can I say that I have been the man of her dreams if I am constantly giving her nightmares? Would anyone else stand for this? Would they brush it off as small potatoes and continue to enjoy the relationship?

I know that I do not have the best mental health in the business. Hell, this guy looks like "Burnt" Franklin and he still is more confident than I ever have been. I am aiming to change that. The first thing that I have done is admitted to having the problem. Now, it takes discipline and the wherewithall to be able to stop this. I am not perfect. I will make mistakes -- the key is to learn from them all. Would I want my child to be me? No. Would I expect my girlfriend/wife/significant other to want to stay with me if there isn't any trust? No. Do I feel that lying is wrong? Yes.

So, the chance is here and the time is now. I either will man up or get put out like yesterday's trash. I know most men are hoping for the latter. But I pray that blessings will be bestowed to me in the presence of her. I am not ready to start all over again. I am not willing to be without her in my life, especially after coming so far. I have touched a star already, now it times to aim for the moon and beyond.

*Update*

I also believe that it is imperative for me to know who I am. I mean... if she knows me and compliments me on these things -- would I belittle it so much if I believe it too? The experiment shall begin.

"It's Easy Being Greasy"

2005-12-11T18:47:00.000-08:00

-- December 11th, 2005 --

But it's hard to be a man when trying to impersonate one is the way of the world. Excuses, lies, and abuse -- the makeup of a Clark. Or is it? Is it in my soul to be this way? Popular thought is that in America, you can be anything -- a doctor, a lawyer, a criminal turned into a household name. All you have to do is believe.

I don't have that much belief in myself, but I had/have an abundance of it coming from my corner. She still believes in me. She still has that love, that sparkle in her eye. Why do I have to be the one to dim it? Can that be changed? How can it be so easy to be able to lie to the one you love that you swear that you're telling the truth? Is it an addiction? Can it be helped? Are my exploits in life similar to this man's shattered career? I know that I have self-esteem issues. That is not a secret from those who read this blog on the daily to those who know me. So, there is a solution in sight. It's just a matter of tackling this.

I will not let the one thing that weighs me down to drown me in a sea of emptiness. I am better than that. I am stronger than I give myself credit for. And she is my light.

Before I go -- comedic legend, Richard Pryor -- passed away the other day due to a heart attack. Already battling MS -- his health was already an issue. If you don't know about the man, just check out his lineage -- Robin Harris, Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence and Pryor rolled tight with the homie, Paul Mooney. Now how ill is that?! There will never be another like you, Richard, and we all know you probably making God laugh.

What's next? My one year anniversary approaches. I'll be talking about a new dream realized. And give you a breakdown of the top 10 movies of 2005. 2006 is here -- step your game up, people... I know I will.

"Happiness Is A Fleeting Thought"

2005-12-10T12:39:00.000-08:00

-- December 10th, 2005 --

Just two days shy from a year. Just two days shy from having another yearful go around with the Queen. It went up in smoke. Due to my mistakes. Who can blame anyone but me...? I am what the people have called me. I am not the man that I thought I was. I am not who I believed I could be. I am Kevin Lee Clark. The son whom resembled the father -- a liar and a cheat. The son who couldn't manage his money or his temper like his mother. A louse. A failure. And a horrible man at that.

I'll be remembered as a liar. I'll be known in name only as that cool guy who did what with his life? I'll be known as the motherfucker who tried to impress everyone with money, clothes, cars, and other flashy items. I'll be known as a man who shed his tears. Wore his emotions on his sleeve. Who couldn't move out of his momma's crib? Who couldn't drive his own car? Who didn't have the respect or admiration of his own gotdamn peers!! Who was just an excuse of the word "man"!

I will be known for nothing in this world. Who used everyone including his own girlfriend to benefit his own needs that he couldn't even be man enough to meet for himself!!!

He is a phony, a pussy, a punk ass of a man that couldn't fight if a shadow crept his way. I loved my girlfriend and I still do. I just know that I couldn't make the cut.

"Just A Few Words"

2005-12-10T06:43:00.000-08:00

-- December 10th, 2005 --

Real quick -- there is a [soon-to-be] business piece up and running at the Kent Stater. The story behind this was that an associate editor for the Forum column in the paper ran a piece called, "Blacks Should Start Sharing..."

In the article -- the question was why couldn't others use the n-word? The author proceeded to then say that he should and does say it because we, as Black folks, already such cool things already like "doo-rags, spinner rims, and most importantly -- fried chicken." Fried chicken? He was on a roll from there -- highlighting how he'll continue to say the n-word by calling his dudes that and his girls "niggerettes". Not to be confused with "nicorette" -- the cigarette chewing gum.

Long story short, he was villified by the public, coddled by his employer, and reprimanded by the President. It's not like he didn't have a point, I guess it's how he came across with it is what was so upsetting to the people on campus.

In other news: In the free giveaway of television shows, Mr. Al "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" Sharpton -- will be coming soon to CBS. Interesting, yes? Would I watch...? Maybe the first couple of episodes. What's next? Barack Obama to be featured on an episode of "MTV Cribs" or Colin Powell to have a military-based reality show to air on BET?

Maybe it's true what they say about me? Maybe I am what they see me as? Worst part of all, she is starting to see it as well. I am the one who will always cost myself happiness.

*Update*

Guess the n-word article caught some burn and spread like wildfire to here and here. It's interesting to see what happens when people get offended and want results. Will it continue or will it fade into the back of everyone's minds as the Christmas break offers just that -- a break from all of this?

"The Inner-twining Circle of Our Existence"

2005-12-04T15:43:00.000-08:00

-- December 4th, 2005 --

Life and death -- two words that coincide and make themselves intricate within everything that we do during our existence. Happy Birthday to Shawn Corey Carter [better known as Jay-Z] and my condolences and prayers go out to the O'Neal family. Beaugard O'Neal passed away this Friday and I just wanted to pay him his respects.

I honestly do love my life. I love the woman who I am spending my existence with. But I believe that within hte inner workings of my person, there is a risk brewing. To be totally upfront, I never believe that I would see 23. No, I am not coming from a perspective of having to dodge gangs and bullets in fear of never making it to such an age. It was just that I never really believed that I and the world were a right fit. But as I get older, I begin to think and hope that I am wrong. That I am meant to be here.

But what sucks about that is -- as I begin to grow and have confidence in what I am trying to attain in life. My body begins to give signs of a breakdown. My girlfriend asked me earlier if I had a deathwish -- because I would do such stunts a walk in front of a car. And I replied, "Yes." The reason that I do -- I couldn't answer at the time. But now that I have had some time, there is an ample solution to why I do the things that I do. It is because that since forever [it seems] I have not felt as if that I was right. And in the natural balance of things -- what must is wrong will be set right in the natural order. The world had yet to do something about it. But now that I look at it... the world does want me here. The people closest to me are yelling at my face -- telling me that I am appreciated. Should I not hear their cries? Should I remain selfish and think that it is all not worth it?

"P.S."

2005-12-04T00:42:00.000-08:00

-- December 3rd/4th, 2005 --

Maybe that is what's needed? Someone who is the talk of the town. The livest of the live. The person who is the number one, Jay-Z-esque person to fulfill everyone's needs and desires. Maybe that is what is needed?

"I Know Why"

2005-12-03T23:57:00.000-08:00

-- December 3rd/4th, 2005 --

On the burgeoning eve of Christmas, the holiday spirit is full in the air. People are kind and open to all sorts of yuletide cheer. I know why the people look at me differently. I sometimes may come off as Bill Murray-type, but I believe it's because I already see myself as I perceive that you, the viewer, may see me as being.

I have been suggested as being "soft" or "not real" -- justly so. I have not been in a fight since high school. Why? I tried to avoid confrontation as much as possible. You can't judge the other person's reactions -- so why bother with finding out? Does that make me "soft" or "scared" or not "man enough"...? Or does it make me the bigger man for taking the high road when it comes to less sophisticated matters? What is real? A person said that, "perception is reality" -- how I perceive you to be may not be who you really are, but in my mind -- that's what you are because of how I think of you. That is how you get the stereotype that if a girl knows a lot of guys, she has to be fucking them because -- you cannot be just friends with them... right... right? That is how you get the stereotype that if you see a brother always dressed in "urban attire" that he has to be from or of that environment -- is that always true?

If I am not real -- then who's reality am I supposed to be following? Bill Cosby's? My parents? My girl's? Who's? God made all things and if I am following that rule of thumb, then I should be alright? Right? Ahh... well... I've never really been liked. For a just reason -- people do not find a necessary purpose to be cool with me. I am not the ultimate hustler like some of our college "entrepreneurs" on campus. I am not the casanova, debonaire, Rico Sauve-type guy that has the magic potion and stick for all the ladies. I am not the athlete who has a varsity letter in college and a full ride to throw, shoot, or hit a ball. I am me. The guy who likes to crack jokes on others, who likes to listen to music, who works three on-campus jobs, just became the editor of an award-winning magazine publication, will be writing for the school newspaper [God willing], and still finds time to go to class in an attempt to graduate with a degree.

I tried hard in my youth and to some extent my adult life to fit in. To be a part of the collective. I used to dress in the latest styles -- why? Because everyone else was doing it and it was a way to feel accepted. I picked up on the slang because it was what everyone else was doing. But in the end, I wasn't accepted. I wasn't invited to go to the hottest high school parties, because the perception of me was that I was a gimmick. Rightfully so. I was. But if you look at the aforementioned duties, if you take a look at the life that I've lived since my overhaul starting from 2002 and continuing onto this date -- I have not lived my life constantly following the shadows of others. I have and will continue to be outside of the confines that keep others inside of the box that they choose to reside in. I do care if I am like or not. It hurts to believe that friends talk about me badly behind my back. It kills me inside to know the nature of the beast that beats within the University that I attend. But I cannot let that define who I am. I am who I am -- says Popeye the Sailor Man and so do I. My girlfriend wrote me a beautiful dedication -- a testimony to how good of a man I've been. I still pride myself on accomplishing the feats of having talk to Jean Grae, Ras Kass, Common, Bizzy Bone, Slum Village [at Industryplug.com], and many others who you listen to on the daily.

I know why you look at me with such disdain. Is it because you hate me? Or is it because you've hate what I've become?

"Good Googly-Moogly"

2005-12-01T19:02:00.000-08:00

-- December 1st, 2005 --

Just saw the movie in its entirety today and it was fantastic. What movie, you ask? The flick is called, "For Her" -- directed by GJ and it actually premieres December 5th. It's good. Really good!

In other news, I had my first meeting as editor-in-chief. In my opinion, it went very well. The group that attended [others couldn't show or didn't at all] -- were very... uh, attentive... And they understood the message that I was trying to convey. Not let's see that they can act upon it.

I feel invigorated. Saw the apartment that I am trying to move into and it was a sight to see. It's starting to come into fruition... the plans and things that I have set in my mind, heart, body and soul. I feel really good about 2006. I have a beautiful woman in my corner, a wonderful and exhilarating career ahead of me, and friends and family who make the days much brighter.

Optimistic, huh? Well, that's sort of a change from the norm. I'm trying and I hope that the efforts can be appreciated. That's not to say that I don't backslide. My pride is a bad thing to have. About that movie that I mentioned -- "For Her" [shameless self-promotion] -- I feel that sometimes GJ and I don't get enough credit for the amount of work we've done. Hell, I really feel as if sometimes I do not get any props. Without sounding like a griping six year old -- that is just how I feel sometimes. I don't want to be carried on people's shoulders and want not, I just want to outside public to be able to give me my propers once they finally see the finished project on screen.

On a final note -- that day is almost here in 11 more days. I've chronicled my life in a very literary fashion since I've started blogging here almost two years ago [June 2004]. A heaping lump of my commentary has been dedicated to the love that I love to love... and I just want to let you know that it only gets better from here. I love you and no one can stop that. Till death do us part and even in death, I'll stay loving you. Because simply put -- loving you is like breathing, I can't stop.

What's next on the agenda? Umm... Kweli/Grae/Monche show at the House of Blues on Sunday. Premiere on Monday. Hopefully, if I can link up with a smart webmaster I can get some of this footage from the flick on here for you all to view. Until next time....

Be Blessed and Stay Righteous,
Mr. Clark

"The Newness Of Things"

2005-11-30T11:03:00.000-08:00

-- November 30th, 2005 --

I am in love and it feels so new. I am in love with her like it's the first time that I ever uttered it out of my lips. It as if I am anticipating the first time that we've kissed everyday. She is a beauty that cannot be described by no mere mortal. She is a supastar and I am blessed to be by her side.

I am invigorated with the ambition of a young Donald Trump. Inside my soul stirs the fire that resembles Shawn Corey Carter. My will to succeed is akin to Michael Jordan. I am me. My new position at UHURU is a blessing. As editor, my goal is to have the work be proficient, high-caliber, and to resonate beyond the Black populace. This position is something that I had wanted right from the start of my career with the magazine. At that time, I wasn't polished, wasn't ready -- basically wasn't groomed to be in that position. Now that I have been placed in that position where my name is associated with something that is award-winning, my desire to succeed will not allow me or UHURU Magazine or anyone associated to fail.

How do the two relate?

Because without my Lady Love [aka Lady Luck] on my side -- being in my ear, I probably wouldn't have done this. I wouldn't have came this far. Anyone who knows me knows that I attribute that fact to her and will continue to do so. She deserves her ring and I love her for all that she's done for and with me and I pray that these good times continue for the rest of our natural lives.

"The Cowardly Lion Trying to Become King..."

2005-11-28T10:52:00.000-08:00

-- November 28th, 2005 --

I'm a week removed from my birthday and I don't feel too much older. At age 23 -- I should be sitting on top of the world. I have a beautiful woman who holds me down in every way possible, am employed with a few jobs on and off-campus, have been able to have my works published on various online publications, and have recently landed the gig of being EIC [Editor-In-Chief] of UHURU Magazine.

UHURU is a magazine that caters to the minority students here at KSU. My focus is to reach past the African-American readers and help establish a strong tie to the community -- not just the college one. But as I look at myself in the mirror and retread through my life, maybe there is one ingredient that I am not noticing.

I do not know what it is but I feel as if my life is headed towards a fork in the road. On the left side, I can continue to be the man that I've been for at least the past 21 years of my life. Somewhat misunderstood, often underappreciated, degenerate -- who's live was difficult because it was made that way by its originator. Or... I can head down a new path -- full of enlightenment and empowerment.

I have not always been the self-assured, confident, brash, sexy, young Black male that you see before you. I still am not that man, yet. I want to be. But it's like a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde type thing. Cut my hair, shave my face, throw on some clean threads, and there you have the stunning, grinning -- Mr. Clark! Let a situation get too strenuous, or a wrong produce a disastrous outcome, and it feels as if the shit is too much to even bear. Am I a weak man? I have been through some rough things, but it's not strugglin' in the hood -- tryin' to make ends meet -- type of rough. But psychologically, it's taxing enough to bear.

I love her -- with every fiber of my being. But there is something's that is not right at all. She knows and I know -- and that's all that matters. But it isn't right. I'm surprised that this kind woman with the sexy brown eyes has stayed this long. She deserves a wedding ring. I pray to God to give me the strength to make that happen.

I am the cowardly lion trying to become King. To become a force to be reckoned with. To become a shining sun that burns eternal. To be a man -- loved and respected as such.

"When the Levee Broke"

2005-11-26T21:09:00.000-08:00

-- November 26th, 2005 --

Spike Lee -- one of my favorite filmmakers -- is producing a documentary called, "When the Levee Broke". If his past work is unfamiliar to you go to imdb.com and do your research. All I gotta say is "Do The Right Thing", "Crooklyn," "Four Little Girls," and "Malcolm X". I believe that Lee has not lost his cinematic flair to spark conversation and raise the ire of those conservative and liberal alike. So, I am looking forward to this and anyone else out there who has an inside track to about this project -- keep me updated.

"It's Been A Long Time..."

2005-11-26T20:25:00.000-08:00

-- November 26th, 2005 --

I cannot kick the habit. I feel like Pookie did when he was around Nino Brown in the Carter when it comes to this writing biz. While the streets are waiting for the new site to get built -- I will continue to speak on my life. Just needed a change, I guess.

I mean -- if Busta can do it... why can't I?

First things first -- check out the pieces I did with Ras Kass and Jean Grae at HipHopDX.com.

Um... where do I start? What a difference a year makes, huh? I mean I am another year older -- my b-day was on the 21st for those who want to wish me a Happy Birthday. My girlfriend and I are still living happily ever after and this fall semester is rapidly coming to an end.

In this year we've seen the ugly side of man with the Hurricane Katrina disaster. We've seen even worst from our own soldiers in Iraq. The people have had enough as activists are coming out in droves to speak out about our current Commander-and-Thief -- George "Dubya" Bush, Jr. Although I personally believe that the end of this "war" is nowhere in sight, it seems that others are asking differently.

The past three-hundred and some odd days have found us all questioning one thing or another. Whether it's the government, the professional athletes that believe that they're "real", the weather, or even the music that gets played on the daily -- better yet, why certain songs get played on the daily?

And now as the year wraps up and we head into 2006, I only hope that the immortal words of Sam Cooke will grace us with its presence. Yes... a change is gonna come.