It was always love between us. I provided motivation and charm, you provided inspiration and wisdom. How to move in a room full of of vultures, versus sampling Labi Siffre’s “The Vulture”. The disdain came when measuring success by numbers. Though my views are low, I know for a fact that YOU and your inner circle are watching/listening.
Such being what it is, know that there are other inner circles from which I am mentioned in.
Anything I drop through retail, no matter the price, can be purchased by an opp. Keep this in mind, my niggas.
Stakes is high.
I’m at a point in life where… I am numb to my happiness. I have good friends (knuckleheads as they may be), loyal supporters (sarcastic as they may come across), a supportive family… there is just a bug in me to continue downing myself.
“The Devil is in me; whoever should tempt me is asking for it.” (‘07 CH, “Superman”)
Dead The Devil doesn’t like my success. I fight possession every day. Goths, that uneasy feeling when you see that light skinned nigga w the wavy hair and toe jam breath? Likely that’s the 6z within you trying to intervene without telling you what to do or making you do it.
To fight The Devil would be to down ALL Devils. And I love my niggas. Thus, I been praying for them and letting them know at each chance that God is real. I’ve been told that I should preach. By many, AND God. Shit I dead was preaching in jail! From #DevilSide’s perspective. Booyyyy I was ROCKIN’ it. Niggas dead understood.
My music is Gospel-like, in that ultimately I’m talking to God through astral projection. Upon enlightenment, you can not only see Heaven (in my music), you see God Herself. Stick around and She will morph into He. Stay tuned for the finale…
You see it all through my eyes.
“That’s the part that sucks. Bring it.” (‘19 CH, “Cordless Phone”)
