R.I.P. PAUL GRAY

This is just a completely and terribly sad day for metalheads such as myself. After realizing a couple days ago that Pete Steele (Type O Negative) passed a month ago, The Rev (Avenged Sevenfold) a couple months before, and now this. My condolences go to all the members of Slipknot and Paul's family, friends, fans and everyone affected by this. My experience in seeing Slipknot live a couple of years ago, remains in my memories to this day. Thank you Paul for everything you contributed to the world of heavy metal music. You will definitely be missed!

AS I SEARCH FOR CLARITY.....

That's basically what it is...me looking for clarity in this shady ass rap game created. So...these last few days, I have been wondering, exactly where it is that I want to go for the process of "AWAKENING". Then of course that led to me figuring out as to where I am in general...with life...then that led back to where I am with rap. Quite frankly...I am FUCKING BORED WITH HIP HOP!!!

Which has kind of led me back to not only listening to more rock music than rap music, but also with doing more Spoken Word and Poetry for the last couple of sets at the Miramar Theatre, but it is more so that Spoken Word is the best way for me to organize my thoughts in ways that I cannot do with rap and hip hop right now.

I think that my feature set this past Wednesday further instilled the ideas in my head that I feel the need to be "different". Now there is a difference between "different" and just being flat-out crazy (which I guess you can say that is me as well).

But more so, I look at the scene here in Milwaukee and I am always thinking to myself, what are these artists that I am not doing...or what is it that I can do to increase my fanbase or for the masses to hear my music...but then again, I started to wonder...am I making music for them...or for myself? I would like to believe that people will just gravitate to my shit within a matter of moments, all because in my mind, do I believe that I am the best at what I do. It's not arrogance, it's me being confident in my abilities. However, it is only when I am making music simply for the short-lived satisfaction of my peers and listeners does my music and my message becomes stagnated and flat-out bland.

So instead of rushing "AWAKENING" and risking feeling unfulfilled with what it could be, I instead plan to go and do "SUMMER SOULSTICE #3". Where I will allow myself to just put my thoughts out there...in a way, that doesn't necessarily help or hurt "AWAKENING"...Let's say it's more an appetizer before the full coarse meal.

So...rappers....be forewarned....for I am about to murder you on your own shit.

MAD STATIC- A LOT OF SHIT HAS HAPPENED (GANG STARR TRIBUTE)

"PASS TIME"

The first thing that comes to mind
As I often try to pass time is how come I ain't signed?
What is it that other "artists" possess
That allows them to surpass actual talent to make them the best?
It's funny when people see me as a rapper
And under the false pretenses and sudden perceptions
That the colors that I am dressed in
Represents the sets that I am reppin'
Or how in one's mind, a diamond-studded Jesus piece
Is a symbol of achievement and wealth
When the chain that drapes me defines
that I'm a slave to the grind
While my poetic and prolific lyrics engraved in rhyme
Give new meaning to the ink
every time history is written
In quotables that I pass down like family heirlooms
Trying to carry on tradition every time a pen is in my hand
It's like the torch is in good hands
but the road to the finish line feels longer and longer
And the stress gets stronger and stronger
And it's real clear I have no idea to where it is
I'm actually trying to go....

It's a path less taken these days
Wondering when that opportunity is going to fulfill
Hoping, praying on bended knee, with folded hands
and squinting eyes, envisioning new sights
new places, and new people
But the moment I open them, I come to only know
that I was dreaming....

And so I stick to this pen and pad
In one day in twisting and turning my dreams
into realizations kicking the habit of fantasizing
to the background...

'Cause only at the forefront do I allow my dreams
to manifest, to where in my mind I am a star
and you all gather around me trying to form constellations

To where I'm the king summoning the next wack rapper
to the guillotines...

Off with their heads and swag....fags...

See it's just another example of me reciting words
that formulate sentences that are meant to demonstrate
the creativity that this so-called art form has lacked in
the last decade, unless the title of your work are as follows...

WRITTEN IN BLOOD 1, 2, AND 3....and maybe the Blueprint....and..
maybe the College Dropout...and maybe Get Rich or Die Tryin'...
YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM TRYNA SAY.....

So here I lay...in my train of thought...
While Hi-Tek provides the backdrops for Talib Kweli
to kick those eternal reflections....and the first
thing...that comes to mind...as I'm tryna pass time...
....is that if I ain't signed.....
...then what can I say in my rhymes...
that ya'll haven't heard already????....