the driver.

my, speakers.
i encourage children to do bad things.

lyrical commentary #1

i'm really tight-assed when it comes to letting people read my lyrics.
it's not because i don't have confidence in them, but because (10
times out of 10) people can never read them off in the way that i put
them together. i'd much rather have you listen to the song (or me
reciting them live), and THEN reading the lyrics, so that you know how
i flow my words together, and so that certain rhyme schemes make more
sense.
now, in case that came off as such, that wasn't an arrogance thing.
i'm just saying that everybody's flow is (supposed to be) unique, and
just reading shit on paper will never be as incredible as hearing that
person perform those words with all intended passion, precision, and
prowess.
this is why i don't really post lyrics up too much, though i'd really
like to. i'd much rather put songs up, but that too is still a bit
outside of my means (i was only in the studio recording a guest spot
for my cousin's track. kind of a one-off).
this song i wrote to Donell Jones's Where I Wanna Be instrumental is
gonna be crack.
last saturday i went back into the booth for the first time all year
and fucking TANKED, so i'm currently on the road to personal
redemption by writing really great shit.

missing peace.

how do you re-introduce yourself into someone's life? i'm really
ashamed to have lost touch with a person so thoroughly. i'm almost in
disbelief. this is an odd kind of desparation. it feels...dire,
almost. like without her in my life, there's a sizeable chunk missing
and it's hindering me.
lol, bummer...