Over your head.

As a (recording) artist, my mother always told me not to alienate my audience. Here I sit, on this toilet, guilty. Not only do I go over your head, I go out of your reach. Sha-leik said I spit lyrics that only God would understand. Well, isn't that Gospel? The argument is, if it's between me and God, I don't have to put it out. 

But it brings me such joy to provide music!

Well, if only God understands, so be it. I have long harvested and fostered my relationship with God/The Lord/Jesus, and for my complex music to be digested by The divine, I can't deny it. With hope, ANY of the three will break down what I mean, this proving their existence and vindicating me of the "psychosis" title.

PSYCHIC, maybe. But my head is in tact and in check.

To complain would be to curse a blessing. I just wish God... moreso The Lord... would show mercy. I already carry a heavy weight, AM a heavyweight, and only want to be gentle to a woman. Baddie isn't letting me NEAR as close as before. This is my fault. But for whatever Smollet reason, I can't let her go.

Stuck as a puppet.

CYoung leaves tomorrow. Gonna be a sad 4:30am. His flight leaves early. We go live shortly. Might record some new 3YM stuff, definitely gonna make beats... Gonna be one for the books. Stay tuned!

I love you, StarChasers.

I love you, friends and family.

I love you, my significant. Whoever you are.

Sorry for the Ally McBeal outro.

~Jr.~

late night triggered

I'm up. Made SEVERAL beats within the hour. New techniques, new song ideas, still the same loser. Or, should I say "ALL NU SHIT!!!!!!!!!" I'm a new being (Nubian) like Brand! lol dad bars. Anyway, I'm up and moody. CYoung has been a PLEASANT guest. The same can't be said about certain "authors" I allowed to sleep on my couch. I haven't spoken to bleep bleep in several months. And frankly, good riddance. 

My thoughts are cluttered. Meaning, there are so many things I want to say (and am saying) that... it's hard to get it all out. I don't know where to begin, and I don't know if I'll end. I have been in a renaissance of sorts here in LA. My beats have more bars that I do, however. I think that's how Snoop and Dre did it. They BLACKED in the production process, just leaving Snoop to... just be himself. 

Which, in this case, is gangsta.

I am listening to The Bipolar Sunshine. It's great, but I can tell I need to rest. Like earlier today, I was trying to find a record and was STUMPED. I had to take a nap, to reset my console. 

Who thinks video game talk is corny?

I can TURN YOU OFF with music/musician talk.

My man Billionaire Dre hooked me up with some new kicks. My LA Uptowns are COOKED. But I WILL NOT be walkin the streets on the regular with these. Special occasions of which I gotta step out to.

I might take a nap right now, as a matter of fact. Gotta get up in a few hours anyway. Prepare myself for Live @ 12!!!




The Bipolar Sunshine.

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Oh yeah! Expect it soon!!! Shouts to DJ Enjetic.

#reborn