Introduction, body, conclusion.
I don't want to dive too deep into my hooks.
Yes there's a formula, but I tend to just go with the flow.
Life is like one big Charles Hamilton chorus/hook/bridge.
I used to think life was a Dilla beat.
Or a Dre mix.
There are so many reasons to love.
Why am I so full of self-hate?
Because everyone wants to dethrone, since they're not in a position of authority.
Or am I being racist to Harlem?
In case you haven't noticed, these blog entries are poems.
As much real talk as there is in them, they are written in poetry form.
I love spoken word.
So much, I might try to enter the arena.
Hip-hop doesn't need me.
I miss the piano.
I love the piano.
I want to... matter fact?
That's what I might do this weekend.
I'm gonna find a piano and zone out.
Maybe then I can make sense of my poetry.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let them say it ain't so.
~follow the buzzards~