I wonder what would of happened if I had said something then.
This is where some shit I didn’t say would have went
This is where some shit I did say but made overly complicated would have boiled down to clarity and perfection.
This is for anyone and anybody. Hated. Loved. Friends. Enemies.
This is some of the realest shit I never wrote.
Dedicated. To you.
Real people aren’t.
See life is your greatest test and also the greatest threat,
No knowing if your dreams will manifest.
But even if they don’t I can attest,
that I gave 100 and said fuck anything less.
Say you’re on the rise,
but how do you catch such a revelation with your eyes,
Sinkin ever deep into that comatose
Swirling green smoke arise.
Arise to take over as your conscious meets demise.
I surmise, for I meets eye and I see that
my eyes decieve me for what I believe to be truth.
or maybe a lie which has lied.
So we come back full circle.
Eyes closed, mind drifting. reassuring there’s focus
you tell me this is the way it should be
and revelation is reaching closeness
but all i see
pieces floating reaching forever for something out of grasp
A sudden moment of clarity
gone in a moment of the lighter’s flash
so we come back full circle.
Sirens sing songs of better days
but be weary of mischievious ways
eyes lurk in shadows, medusa’s gaze
blue skies turn shady gray
Speak with the passion of 1000 hearts beatin,
extendin arms out to the heavens forever reachin.
but that place won’t be destiny when you don’t believe in,
so is there a place just as heavenly to be in?
For someone with moral standin who’s mind is never budgin
Where are we headed on the day of judgement?
Who knows, maybe the destiny is the journey gettin there,
360 degrees of roads we could end up anywhere.
but we’re not getting any younger.
Feels like a date with destiny and destiny is a death wish.
Maybe I should slow it down a bit.
But sometimes this liquid sediment settling in the pit of my stomach
is the only reason to share my sentiments.
Drown away sorrow, but polluting the mind
releasing fear, hatred, anguish. losing track of time.
So I guess it’s worth it.
I guess that’s why they call it liquid courage.
“If it’s meant to be yours then it’ll definitely be yours. If not, you can try to hold on as hard as you want but it’ll slip from you eventually.”
Why do we feel the way we do about the opposite?
maybe in the moment you let your heart slip
I happened to have my arms out and I caught it?
maybe you told a lie and I bought it.
Tryin to mix this black and white, let go now or stay,
in hopes that it blends into a nice shade of gray.
Maybe in the mind, the grass is greener on the other side,
that’s why I can’t get you out while i write this line.
maybe the yin and yang gives us somethin so sublime,
feels like we’re submerged in the lime light.
but are we lost in this fantasy?
maybe we should just move on to plan B, and just let it breathe
or we can risk takin the dive suffocatin underneath,
and create reality out of make believe.
It’s like a damn plague. The second guessing begins, and it’s back to the normal routine; imagining every fucking scenario and consequence in your head. The thoughts rush in, and soon before you know it you have 50 what-if’s playing in your head. Yea having multiple paths great, but not if you’re forever stuck at the starting line debating which path to take and where each one leads.
Faced with glaring contradictions
trapped in a box, on a mission
no purpose with pure persistence
ghostly existence face resistence
what to do, play the background
stay unlisted wishin
for a pot to piss in
maybe somethin’ll fill this whole that’s missin
make use of this ignorance that i’ve been blessed with
dig deep maybe it’s somethin that i can find bliss in
but i’m fightin hard fightin hard
trapped behind writin my own bars
everything’s glamorous from afar
broken steps reachin for the stars
I think it’s completely warranted. The lack of respect shown from the WoD staff is going to hurt them. But WoD has always been a choreo focused event, so they won’t lose that much if the bboys don’t show up in numbers. However, if you’re trying to pay homage to different dances (especially ones that influence a large portion of what you do), actually know what you’re doing.
Bboying is not a stage dance; no bboy wants to just sit at the sidelines and watch the “top bboys” of today get down and battle each other on a $500,000 platform. (Well, that’s not completely true looking at the current state of bboying, but that’s a completely different conversation). This not only turns bboys away, but gives people a completely wrong image of our culture, and that right there is the biggest issue.
Bboys want to get down in cyphers, not wait hours to watch some people get down. Seriously, $500,000 for a stage? I can throw like 20 international jams with that kinda money. The whole stage battle looks more like a ploy to get more people to come out to the event and watch some high flying shit than anything, and that’s what’s ticking the bboy community off. Added to that, their way of appeasing the situation is “here’s a cheaper ticket to the next event”, rather than addressing heart of the issue.
If I had to choose between a bboy jam or WoD, I will always attend the bboy jam anyways. It’s been that way before all this nonsense and will probably remain that way unless WoD does some miraculous shit.
April 7th, 2012 will be one of the most memorable days of my life. Though I’m writing about it, words cannot come anywhere close to describing the feeling. First and foremost, the jam was incredible. It’s a great feeling seeing your hard work pay off, especially when you’re doing something that you love.
Seeing the Jersey scene come together as a family and being able to get down with old friends that haven’t been around in awhile was awesome. It’s like we picked right up from where we left off. A night full of good music and vibes, everything was just right. Much love to everyone that came out to show their support. The after party will be forever legendary, haha. So many good memories.
Peace and blessings.