The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

King Charles Hamilton! King Charles the Hamilton!

About my music... again.

The only real issue is that there isn't a consistent VOLUME base. Like, some are naturally at 0.0, some are boosted at 3dBs high, FROM 0.0. Naturally or supernaturally. And there is A LOT of supernatural work at play. From restoring shadows to defensive attacks against those who wish to overthrow me.

If you know my kingdom, you know I cherish it and would do anything to protect it.
Some folks felt comfort just now. Others, worry,

My music can be described as bipolar (note: I been listening to ALL 30k records since mid November, JUST to make these notes; I only have a few NEWER albums left). Sometimes I want to be felt more than heard, other times, the other way around. Maybe this message gets lost in the sauce of hi-fidelity, generically general music it competes against. But do remember, I'm not here to compete with anyone. I want and wanted to reach a generation engaged in a war that has nothing to do with them, but will DIRECTLY affect them.

Unless I sign with Em, Dre, Snoop or 50, I'm not interested in a deal. My man DJ Enjetic had me ready to go with another label, but I know FOR A FACT they don't have my best interest at heart (as far as creative control). My natural grit must go in order for us to work. Weight-loss, dental care, foot care... things that I cannot afford for myself at the moment.

I got a hook up on some wifi. That's how I'm able to carry out these posts.

Regardless, money is a bittersweet issue for me. I'm happy, but I'm poorer. I do get lonesome, but I always make it out of those dark nights. Loneliness is my only problem with my life these days. And it doesn't always mean something bad. Perhaps I need to feel the longing of my people. But the NEED for money is being replaced by a WANT for money. I want to live better, I NEED to stay humble about my environment. 

I am not living bad.

It's just hard talking to LA women, knowing you aren't dressed the sharpest and that, yeah, I have no choice but to compete. 

Maybe it's up to what type of woman I like.
I don't know my type anymore. Baddie is certainly it, but we aren't on the best terms right now.

I think she likes having a rocky relationship with me.
Whatever.

Moving on,
I enjoy my music. Lyrically dense (even if someone doesn't know what I'm talking about), musically rich (including Hamilton, Charles the album), and creative as your favorite artist pre-me.

Don't feel bad about my lack of fame. You got your wish! The artist you want to keep a secret is yelling to get out of the box!

Where to from here?




#beseated


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