GGGF Friday #1

To me, an opening lyric is so important. Number one, because it’s your first chance to hook somebody and tell them this is why you should listen to my story. Right? But the other thing is that with a rap verse, you’ve got 16 bars or times however many verses. You got all this real estate to cover, right? What makes it a challenge on a song like this is that you have a lot fewer words. So every word counts more. And if you get the words just right, I feel like there’s a poetry in them in a way to portray your train of thought that’s bigger than the sentence that you would have said, you know?

When we were talking about what was going on, I’d be like, “Dude, I don’t know. Sometimes I find myself getting into these patterns of thinking.

-Chester Bennington,

The Transcending Bridge

In an effort to understand more about myself I’ve been constantly reading through older posts. Looking to see where my writing has improved. What direction I am headed, and overall how my style has evolved since starting in 2013. In some respects, this blog is a catalogue of my life. The experiences, interactions and feelings that I had. The different adventures that I went through. The death of my grandmother, the birth of my daughter and my career change are all life events that you have walked with me. Much like an episode of Adventure time you never know where my mind will take you.  These events have shaped this space molded my thoughts and opened my mind to new ways to engage. Being free to express my thoughts and feelings about the world, parenting and my experiences. Thank you for supporting me on my journey.  read more

Daddy’s Little Girl
I felt complex to write over these past few days. Documenting/cataloging significant moments of my life. I’m thinking of milestones. Those events that mark an evolution. A maturing. It’s something we all experience. We all react differently too but even with those differences it something that we can all relate to. You may ask why is this important? well, I been focusing on my daughter for the past week. Last Tuesday, June 20th marks her 3rd birthday. Let me just say yes she is an only child currently, and yes she is spoiled. She is my little girl. Daddy’s little girl. 20170620_1703311254629042I was supposed to be reviewing my projects, finalizing upcoming training and analyzing my workload but it was difficult. All I could think about was making sure that my daughter got what she wanted and appreciated it. Think about that. That is a difficult feat to have a three-year-old appreciate the gifts they are given. I’m by far not a perfect parent, no one is but I try my best and that little girl, L is my joy.  The anticipation of seeing what she does next. What interest she develops and what she makes a priority. I’m making sure that unlike some she has the freedom to be a child. No responsibilities, no cares, just unadulterated fun. That is a tall order but that is just the way I feel. So this past week was eventful. It culminated with a birthday pool party Saturday and a restful Sunday. In the downtime that I had Sunday afternoon writing this, I got to reminiscing about the day she was born. The thoughts and feeling the raw emotions ever time I look at her I feel much like the song by J.Cole’s song, she’s mine part II: [Intro] Catch me, don’t you Catch me, don’t you Catch me, I’ve fallen in love for the first time [Bridge] For you I drop the tough guy shit, on this bus I sit Thinking ’bout you, thinking ’bout you Thinking ’bout you, thinking ’bout you Thinking ’bout you, thinking ’bout you Thinking ’bout you, thinking ’bout you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you Damn it feel good to have you [Verse 1] Needin’ me, wantin’ me, givin’ me a chance to feel special To somebody in a world where they not lovin’ me Handcuffs keep huggin’ the, wrists of my niggas And I wish stuff was different here But if I had a magic wand to make the evil disappear That means that there would be no Santa Claus no more To bring you Christmas cheer ‘Cause what he represents is really greed And the need to purchase shit from corporations That make a killin’ because they feed On the wallets of the poor who be knockin’ on they door Every Black Friday just to get some shit they can’t afford Even with the discount, write a check, that shit bounce But as long as we got credit, it don’t matter, the amount We just swipin’ shit here, we don’t love, we just likin’ shit here What’s that smell? Where’s your diaper shit here? Lay on your back, don’t pee right now Or else I’ll have to get you back One day when you gon’ want to get your way Yeah I’ll have fun with that Reminisce when you came out the womb Tears of joy I think filled up the room You are now the reason that I fight I ain’t never did nothing this right in my whole life Got me thinking…   [Bridge] Am I worthy of this gift? Am I strong enough to lift? (Am I strong enough to lift?) Into a place that I can see (Into a place that I can see) Someone more important than me? (Someone more important than me?) Am I worthy of this gift? (Am I worthy of this gift?) Am I strong enough to lift (Am I strong enough to lift) Into a place that I can see (Into a place that I can see) Someone more important than me? (Someone more important than me?) [Verse 2] Ib gon’ ask me how I did this shit I’m gon’ do a humble stunt act like I meant this shit Thats the ego taking credit for what God made Fuck this album shit, hey mama look what God made (She’s mine) Catch me, don’t you (She’s mine) Catch me, don’t you (She’s mine) Catch me I’ve fallen in love for the first time I wanna cry, and I ain’t even tryna fight it Don’t wanna die, ’cause now you’re here And I just wanna be right by your side On any night that you be cryin’, baby I dry your eyes, I dry your eyes [Outro] There is a God, it is a God Yeah, it is a God I never felt so alive I never felt so alive I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) Catch me, don’t you— Catch me, don’t you— Catch me, I’ve fallen in love for the first time As always Thank You, Sincerely, M.
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About the Author

Quick bio: M. is a Project coordinator by day and a chaotic creator by night. Yes, he has an alter ego. He holds a Bachelors of science in biology. He’s moved from the lab to the office to improve the education of the future doctors of tomorrow. Follow him on Twitter @ss_headphones.

The StartI’m pouring my heart, soul, and passion into the keyboard, trying to capture the thoughts and feel sing that race through my Mind as fast as the bars of a twists flow. Jumping, moving, hand motions like a rap performance that’s what I am talking about. That feeling when you just know what you are doing is making a difference. If not for you than someone else. A vision bigger than yourself. Much like one of my favorite passages from Common’s biography, One day it’ll all make sense, read more

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Let me first tell you about why you are here. You ventured off the beaten path to stumble upon a small sweater and headphones, Welcome. Yes, Welcome to a place of intersecting perspective.

You came and did not realize that this is a place of music. Conversation. Reflection. Here I merge the lyrics of songs, rap bars, melodies found in the music of my life to my daily experience. These interaction shape my perspective. Like you, or maybe not feel the sense of panic, anxiousness, and anxiety in my words. The passion in my writing. The calm of the music. The passage of time. read more

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