I think that made me love her more.
My mom had an AWESOME record collection.
Some of the records I didn't understand.
Now they are all I wish to speak.
I love my own collection, though.
I know what I want to hear, and I know what needs to be heard.
With that said, I'm still looking for DJ gigs in the city.
Pete Rock, J Dilla and DJ Premier are my turntable influences.
I love Rob Swift, but I think he has an issue with SEGA.
Large Pro, too.
I need all DJs to believe.
DJ Jazzy Jeff can help you.
Though sometimes I wish he would buzz off, shouts to Jay-Z.
He was there for my birthday wish to be a DJ.
I remember practicing scratching on my mom's turntable set, before she came home from work.
I used to go ballistic, but I couldn't go through all her records.
So many, and no time to clean up before she got home.
I wish my mom wasn't so hard on me growing up.
Then I could believe her when she said she loves my music.
I'm so hard on myself with music.
Just like mom was on me.
So pardon me, but I hate my music.
It's too real, too honest, and it makes me cry every time I listen to myself tell my story.
This coming documentary isn't telling the whole story of my childhood, so it's all up to me to provide a blow-by-blow of being... indoctrinated at a young age.
Without anyone's permission.
Now do you feel me, Illuminati?
~follow the buzzards~