or purging.
My mother always said “if you purge your gifts, your gifts will make room for you”. I think I’m turning into Norman Bates, in that my invisible mother is who I take direction from. I might even go so far as to worship my mom.
In her dead state.
I’d continue, but inferences influence the current climate.
I influence EVERY modern influence. From Candace Owens to iShowSpeed. And is how, in this context, is a metaphor.
You know who you are. Bring honor.
Anyway, I finally decided to listen to my music on YouTube courtesy of a YouTube mix. Humbly and briefly, I been LACING y’all for the last 5+ years. I don’t even count DOOM Williams! stuff. I was working out the kinks of being fresh out of county/prison. But y’all held me down with the support, and I worked it out on the mic and behind the boards. I see some of you have come around to enjoying Hypergoth!. Me and Rivera still talk about it to this day.
Can’t wait to see him again.
Shouts to Mike Dee Jackson. He’s been a positive listening ear. I’m proud of him for both not succumbing to the temptation of weed and not drowning in liquor. If he should dive in however, me and my music got his back.
I had a drink for the first time in a few months the other night. The pills make me a lightweight (as I’ve complained in the past), but I handled my liquor well. Didn’t jump on social media, didn’t puke, didn’t start shit outside. Shit, as gangsta as LA is, that’s not the smartest shit for me to do.
Lol Harlem caught me buggin. Peace to Lenox Ave.
