*sigh*

I totally need to calm down with these angry/sad post that I have been flooding my blog with these past years. I mean yeah, I’ve been going through some rough times mentally, but I don’t think I need to express my frustration in a way that makes it seem like I’m a cry baby.

I noticed a new feature on facebooks mobile app that allows you to view your profile the way a person who isn’t friends with you would. I totally forgot that my page is set to where people that are not my friends cannot see my facebook status’. What I didn’t remember was that all of my wordpress activity automatically uploads to my facebook and for all the public to see.

As I scrolled down I saw post after post of all the sad BS that I’ve posted over the recent months. I don’t think I’ve made any uplifting post in quite some time. I don’t even think I’ve made a post that asserted that life was going good. Thinking about it though, I have trained myself over the years to enter the blogosphere to rant and rave about whatever in the hell I’m going through. From my early post back in high school to now, I’ve wrote some of the gnarliest poetry to the most depressing heartbroken shit I could think of.

I really wanna blame facebook because the app is a totally legal drug with bad side effects. The side effects include jealousy, hate, love, depression, psychological torture, and a sprinkle of “WE CONTROL YOUR LIFE.”

I’m serious.

facebook has turned me into a monster.

MANY OF US ARE CREATIONS OF FACEBOOK.

MY DEPRESSION STEMS FROM FACEBOOK.

i really wanna delete facebook but how else am i gonna get a chicks number or stay in contact.

Oh, I’ll also be damned if I have to be one of those boyfriends who has to look at a Snap story or like every Instagram picture because really, I’m not on those sites often. I’ve cut back on facebook but I’ve been a member for quite some time. It’s never really going to go away. 

I am surprised I didn’t get hooked to twitter because back in the G I used to tweet my ass off. I kept up the tweeting habit until I realized that twitter is listerally based on a social status. If my following count is one sided I’m not gonna fuck with it. The purpose was to interact and share shit, now its like high school but on the internet and I am once again lame. 

Damn internet. 

Going back to my originally subject, I need to lighten up. I’m really just a laid back guy who doesn’t say much so for me to take action through words in a way I have been doing for years is kind of bothering me. Come to think of it, I had to rebrand myself as a rapper and talk more of what I know instead of trying to copy my favorite rapper Ab – Soul.

(Side note, I wanted to be hella lyrical and deep thinking like Soulo but that’s just a small portion of me.)

Maybe that’s what I need to do with this site. Rebrand myself and write about the shit I think about when I’m stoned or the natural beauty of life. I’m going to think about this.

VERY … VERY . . hard.

~ keep it all smiles

This Was Ab-Soul Before He Was Famous

A lot of the information in this video I already knew. Ab-Soul is one of my favorite artist and possibly the best lyricist of out time. I think saying “one of my favorite artist” isn’t the right term though, maybe my NUMBER ONE favorite artist, lol.

Hope you enjoy learning about the man who inspired me to be a better rapper.

ps. T.I. inspired me to rap

pss. Thanks Michael McCrudden for putting this together.

~ Keep it all smiles

Skateboardin’ Bastard

YOOOOO!

YOOOOOOO!

Skateboard bastard

Call me the master

Spittin hot flames a day

Grill master cookin cakes

Still on top of yo head like a Toupé

Making suckas fall back like soldiers getting bombed away

(Intermission)

“*Coff Coff*, Don’t be asking no questions, we ain’t signing no autographs! If it ain’t about ADS SQUAD THEN FUCK IT!”

Look inside my parking garage and see a collage of all these niggas tryna steal my chick but now there just a mirage

Took a couple steps and made plans for stealing some time

When I leave the crib people stare at me like I’m a lie

Pulling them triggers like its Doomsday

Shoot one, end his life then smoke a blunt, touche

And don’t forget on what I’m tryna do…… I got that marijuana too

Aye don’t try to play me for some kinda fool

I’m kinda the reminder of why Newburg ain’t kinda cool

My world, his City, Obama can’t even take his rule

House’s we invading, we hit the fridge and now we FULL!

Hope that you can get it cus niggas in it to win it

But I’m different from them fools cus skating and to them its not cool

Milly Mill, Too hot, Don’t touch fo’ you get burnt I’ll holla HA!