My grandmother said I should stop putting out free music.
Chris Young (a new character in the Hamilton Universe; possibly Dilla) gave me a good "talking to" about saying I'm the CEO of Apple.
Two things I'm very passionate about.
I don't mind if you doubt I'm the CEO of Apple.
It's a heavy work load, and a 28-year old Black man would know nothing about running a Fortune 500 (primarily white) company.
But free music?
Me putting out free music is like paying tithes.
Despite how blasphemous my music can be.
And I know I talk too much in closed circles.
There's simply no secrets when it comes to me.
I know every secret.
People are concocting secrets (eg. Uber) to shock me with.
It's getting old.
Let's just get to what we came to do, now.
Shadow and I are at peace.
Mom (Sonic) is resting in peace (though immorta).
Grandma (Silver) is fine.
Then again, I might be jumping the gun again.
I might literally be making things harder on myself.
But what am I to do about further telepathic communication?
Do I have to cut the world off again?
It's not like they haven't cut/wrote me off before...
Shout out to all my female fans.
Though I doubt you'll understand what I go through, I know you guys deal with some real shit.
"Call it women's intuition, but I think I'm on to something here..."
-Incubus, "Just A Phase"
Ultimately, I want to do DJ sets of my original music.
Starting in NYC.
Possible country-wide tour.
Ultimately global, if Ol' Johnny Boy doesn't wake up.
There I go again.
Something I know that you don't, but still affects your everyday.
Such is frustrating, because my knowledge set is what has helped me survive thus far.
I think I need another Em album.
Then again, I might have to push myself to make another album
There we go!
But who will hear it?
Without a label to clear my samples, it has to be free.
Good afternoon, world.
I get it.
Stop being so carefree.
~follow the buzzards~