Aurora – JYB (Rusty Hook Flip)

So I’m back at it again with another song from my mixtape thats going to drop March 30th entitled Trials and Tribulations. This is the 3rd and final single I plan on dropping until the initial release. I got some good music on the way so enjoy this song.

*Heres a little back story, I hit up Rusty Hook, (The dude that made the beat) and asked if I could throw some lyrics on top of his song. He gave me the go ahead and I did so. This all wouldn’t have happened if my homie Daimont didn’t tell me that I should try rapping on the beat. Thanks to these two folks, I have a banging new song and something to get the new year going with!

Can I Say Hello Jane?

Its funny, don’t even know you but I think about you
You’re on my mind, all the time I’ve even dreamed about you
Could be desire or my lust but it don’t make a difference
Thought about an old lady but your beauty is my witness
Can’t even figure it out, what am I doing dawg!
All I do is look and pretend the room is full of smog
So I don’t think you’re looking, or even try to catch a glimpse
Everything inside my head is fantasy, never real as shit
I gotta stop stalling but I say its too late
I sometimes catch a glance but get scared and just over think
I need to stop acting like a kid and just spit it out
But life ain’t what it seems and the walls begin to pile around…

What the hell is a Wixom?

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.

I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).

I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!

In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.

So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.

Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….

The End. 😀

Free Writing Pt. 1

Yeah, so now what?

Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.

Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.

I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.

I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.

Shitty First Drafts

So in my English 101 class, we had to read a selection from a book written by Anne Lamott. Or at least I think it was from her book.

The selection my teacher had us read was entitled Shitty First Drafts. It pretty much was about how when any writer sits down to work on a project they have to write a shitty first draft. I really took that to heart when I read what Ms. Lamott wrote. It made me think about my blog and how all of my post are shitty first drafts. Even this one is a shitty first draft because I have no intention of going back and fixing any errors…unless I catch them skimming over it.

I always tell myself that I am a good writer but after the first 2 weeks of English I have come to the conclusion that I am not. There is just so much that I don’t know. I’m not sure if its from the 2 years of not taking English since high school or me just not actually knowing. I do see myself gradually growing and becoming a better writer. Hell, I like to do it, just not to the extent of dedicated writers who walk around with a journal 24/7.

Whether my writing is good or bad I still enjoy getting here on my blog and making post that people will occasionally like and comment. I really appreciate the people who like my post and even share their thoughts. It pleases me to know that I have a small crowd out there that is watching.

Well, I guess I’ll go back to being an internet junky. I may do a little homework.

ps. I went over this post and fixed some grammatical errors and re-worded a lot of stuff. My teacher is rubbing off on me.

 

Death Rays

Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.

With seconds left on the clock James opened fire on the remaining CPU’s left on the other side of the field. He only had two clips left and the CPU’s were hunkered down in a foxhole with bolt action sniper rifles. James had to think fast or it was game over for his life. While laying on the ground behind a brunt car, bullets whizzed by as the CPU’s shot aimlessly in his direction. He was beginning to catch on and time there fire rate. With no other option available he jumped from behind the car and started running fast towards the fox hole with his Vector K-10 locked onto the fox hole. In his head he was counting down the time the CPU’s would shoot again and before they could even aim and shoot and dolphin dived right towards them and began unleashing a hell fire of bullets. As soon as he hit the ground the terrain and obstacle disappeared…he has won again.

He slowly raised himself up, leaving his gun on the ground and raised his hands up high. Three guards came into the white room and handcuffed him and escorted him back to his cell. James once again survived another death match against the prisons super computer and he was sparred another 3 months to life. The only catch was that in those three months he has to prepare and train for the next death match.

James was incarcerated in Deathly Hollow State Pen. He was sentenced to 10 years with no parol…

(Story to be continued)

Touche

Never in my life have I ever won

3rd Place don’t count so its said and done

I’m over looked and my actions will never shine

I do my best but even close friends say it wasn’t a try

To myself I’m such a failure and damn I’ll never make it

I try to explain what I’m tryna do but y’all just over think it

I got ideas and found a homie who said he’ll stick to it

Now to add more people along is whats left to it

Lets take this over to another place

I do a lot more but never rewarded is the case

I see them other folk talking loud and doing this and that

How we supposed to be on the same page when you always looking back?

Never knew it was okay to be a hypocrite, people do it all the time why not just go and add to it

Can’t talk to so and so and never go to lil buddies house

Assumptions made but never knew that would lead to a turn about

So don’t be fooled you jealous dudes know how to play the fool

Keep in mind that I’m the coldest cat, Saber tooth

Step in the booth with the blaze cus this is hot fire

A wicked mind with sick thoughts this is live wire

I’m never winning, put my gun down every day

A small victory at stake, touche