Pure Positivity

I've been gone, busy with life and have whole heartily neglected this site. I'm coming back with some new posts this week that's a guarantee, but in the mean time peep my buddies blog. He's a super talented writer and kills with his insight on the food tip. It's a great read which actually inspired me to get back to posting some new stuff for you all to digest. https://medium.com/on-the-fly

Some call you selfish cause you want to love yourself, well that's rubbish, so I love myself. And I love my brother and I'd die to tell it. -Grouch [Verse 1: The Grouch] Some call you selfish cause you want to love yourself Well that's rubbish, so I love myself And I love my brother and I'd die to tell it I got a load to get off so I'm riding with it None of these tickets is wolf, I got proof We walked in the shoes and talked in these tones An optimist You knocking these songs? I open my doors, they tossin' me stones Well let me draw somethin' Like my daughter does Higher thoughts than what you thought What you thought it was? Throw it back as a blessing, demonstration of My love, it's honest, no limitation to it I promised my old self the new me would never lead our soul astray Even if we're old and gray and can't think right See the path has been laid follow the ink back Remember the hunger and deep thought The embers...

Had to put these lyrics up they are just to hot to contain. I've got more to say but need some time to digest. Lyrics: Cunninlynguists - Makes you Wanna Cry ft Sheisty Christ Ohh my Makes me wanna cry Listen I see crabs climbing to be free When dog eat dog is the royal decree Trust nobody Mayflower to Tipi Over the meak sand winds since BC You blame D.C. I blame life She blames Allah he blames Christ We put out bounties we pay that price For green backs we backstab and won't think twice It's more money more murder more homicide Over dollar bills free will creates Amistad I'm a slave hard to escape the cell And I ain't brave just because I moved to ATL Couldn't pay me well enough to sing your fairy tail The cherry that I'm smoking doesn't choke me like the very smell of life Raw and uncut Sex drugs and gun lust land of the unjust Ohh my Makes me wanna cry I see Men on chairs with suicidal tendencies and tears falling down Th...

And like the key open the door I twist the weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shit.  - Earl Sweatshit  Some rappers are so fucking filthy they require a car wash quality cleanse to truly shine. Fortunately for Freddie, Madlib is the master of mop. He takes cutty classics and spit shines them into pure perfection. These two were made for one another. While this album isn't on the most positive tip it bangs. It bangs really really fucking hard.  Freddie Gibbs will be the first one to admit he's a product of his environment. Unlike poppy bullshit that plagues the radio, Gibbs spits street style sewage. His lyrics are drug infused and his blatant disregard for others is disgusting, however he's got copious amounts of wit. Like a bic lighter to a silver spoon he melts wax creating a freebase like high. My ears melt into a puddle of goo when I listen to these tracks and in the same vein as watching really raw R rated movie proceed with caution. This is...

Get Bramstoked off coke and fight day. A couple of years ago I lived in Oakland and while I've been there a number of times since I simply forgot how rugged those streets can be. My place was on 24th and MLK right on the crossroads. One side was poverty, crime, drugs, hookers, and graffiti the other; corporate headquarters, fine dining, and high rises. I walked 12 blocks on San Pablo avenue Saturday morning before 9 and what I saw was entirely different from anything I see where I currently live.  An elderly Asian man riding his bike on the sidewalk approaches a bus stop where two other men are smoking a blunt having a profanity laced conversation. The man on the bike hopes off and tries to pass but while stepping aside one of the men smoking yells, "Nigga why you on the fucking sidewalk you dumb fuck!" A block  later I hear a woman yelling at a stumbling man, "Mutha fucka you don't own my shit." At this point, while I'm not scared by any means, m...

If we never faced struggle in the bubble well that's a curse. My nerves stirred worse drinking numb numb juice to quench thirst. What they call it liquid courage for? When after it's over you're weaker than before I was 14 and lost beyond belief. My parents had recently split and I just started high school where I knew only 2 people. Puberty hit me rather late and I was the smallest freshman who's voice had barely cracked. I got tossed into garbage cans on a regular basis by the seniors and was somewhat terrified. The task of fitting in was insurmountable, but I found solace in hip-hop. At that impressionable age Blackalicious, Gangstarr and Living Legends were the ones that helped me get through some tough nights. A year or two later I remember hearing Silly Puddy and felt that song was written for me.  Grouch & Eligh became my mentor of sorts and it's amazing to think that I grew up with these guys in my headphones. Their struggles mirrored many of min...

Are you who you say you are of just a sliver of who you're supposed to be? - Grouch While there are number of deeper meanings to why Victor Frankenstein created a monster, the most straight forward of them all was doing so as a service to humanity. Upon completion of the task at hand Victor became repulsed by his creation. So disgusted with himself he went into a deep dark depression and spent every waking hours devoted to destroying what he created. In the past 40 years our world has (d)evolved immensely. We spend our time staring at Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. We've traded character for popularity, morale fortitude for money, and passion for instant gratification. A monster has been created. The internet was originally manufactured for two professors to communicate to one another and now it's used for so many more purposes. Just like everyone else I hear the beep on my phone and feel the itchy trigger finger to see who may have contacted me. This track is a test...