**LYRICAL INTERLUDE** "It's Your World" by Common

Night Blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend the day buzzed
Trippin' on heights, wishin' for nights in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy shown by the Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me
My mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by jiggas named Butch through the bay bay
With weights so they weigh they, status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto, this is Chicago in the heyday
Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was J.J.
A skinny jigga, young girls with penny figures
So many jiggaz, stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us these drugs gonna touch
Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch
Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years
My college career got down with a couple of beers
Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans
Same jiggas, same block, same shit they own
Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome
In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone
Man to man, I'm good workin' with my hands
My generation never understood workin' for the man
And, of bein' broke I ain't a fan
Now I stand in the same spot as my old man
My life I planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world

Discovery.

Feelings never go away. You can chop them up in a million pieces, bury them, think you're over them, dig them up for memories' sake, then burn them and scatter the ashes into the middle of the ocean. But they're still out there, somewhere. And they always seem to have this magical power to reformulate as an emotional pain in the ass.

Just my two cents for the day, batches.

**LYRICAL INTERLUDE** "Nobody Like Me" by Little Brother

Lyric of the day:

It's been five long years since we started this
Group that was targeted to people so annoyed with fast
And them wannabee jiggas and they gorgeous past
Who ask me if I've changed, fuck man of course I have
'Cause I got more records to sell, more dollars to clock
I hate it but that's how it's gotta be
I got more stories to tell, more people to watch
And ten times more people watchin' me
So fuck the masquerade, just let me have a say
I'll still be spittin' regardless of the accolades
Ya'll can take back the mics in the Source
Take back the props from Pete Rock, Quest and them boys
Take back the night we did speed at 4 in the mornin'
And even take back the day I met 9th in the dorm
Ya'll can rewrite the history to settle the score
And I'd still be writin' wizardry like never before
'Cause I broke down this year, almost lost my clarity
Felt weak at times, needed God to carry me
Like when I found success, but lost my family
In the process, I will not let you bastards handle me
Lookin' for some guidance, so I figured
I'd pray to God, and he said Tigga-
-Lo, I ain't let you run it back this far
Just so you could go and fumble on the one jigga...

-Phonte from Little Brother, "Nobody Like Me"

Apathetic Emotion?

I'm in New York right now...at my Midtown hotel room. Been up here in the City doing some networking things. I'm sick and tired of depending on people, and so I'm trying to take my life into my own hands, in every sense.

Call me jaded, but I am hoping to get to the point where I'm not dependent upon anybody for anything. That's a lofty and rather unrealisitic aspiration, but damn, can't fault a man for trying, can you?

I don't know if any of you all agree, but I've noticed that the minute you become dependent on anybody for anything mysteriously seems to coincide with the minute you realize that people aren't all that they seem to be. This probably makes me sound like one of those crazy, negative summabitches...but to be honest, I'm finally growing to the point where I could give a fuck what I appear to be to people. If I'm upbeat, cool. If I'm negative, fuck it, I don't need to justify it to anybody. Truth is, you're going to perceive me through your filter anyway, however you choose to perceive me. I can't do shit about that.

These days, I find myself deeply torn between emotion and utter apathy. My heart pulls me to emotion. My mind pushes me to apathy. I've always tended to let my heart win out, but the prospect of an apathetic heart is enticing.

The Truth.

There's nothing, and I mean NOTHING, more painful than seeing your Mama cry.

What's up people?

'Bout to catch a plane to Chi-town. That is all.