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This morning…scratch that! I mean this afternoon I woke up to my sister’s annoying voice and some anonymous Brisco ringtone. That right there sat the mood to how I’m feeling now. Then I finally turned over on my back, cracked my eyes, and then stretched my arms wide as if I were going to give my pop corn ceiling a hug. Not! I stared at it for as long as I could then I grabbed my BlackBerry. The battery’s dead signal just makes me feel empty and overwhelmed. Empty because my battery is empty/drained. And overwhelmed because I’m contemplating the trip to the next room for my charger. I’m not ready to get up yet. But since I have to pee pee then I’ll just shoot in their to get it. Talk about lazy!!! Once I get up, it feels as though someone has lodged a rock at my head. Either that or I was drinking heavily lastnight without recollection. But neither has happened. This has been the case for the past few days. I’ve been waking up with headaches to popcorn ceilings, with a full bladder and a dying phone. LML! I can’t deny this. Who else do you know that wakes up in a 5 star apartment to great amenities? No sarcasm! Really, who do you know? No one I bet. I’m blogging and tweeting and work has to be done. I have to write songs, record, and then send them off. Today this seems unbearable. I feel like a thief has come and robbed me of my energy and positivy while I was sleep. Could this be so? I doubt it. Im pretty sure the thief would have taken more stuff than that. He would of taken my BlackBerry along with my charger because my phone is the living dead. He would of taken my MacBook Pro along with my mini Acer. I know he would have taken my mic, speakers, and my sister’s X-Box. But no, everythings untouched except for me spirit. I’m just gonna blame it on the Opa-Locka goon Brisco for destroying my enthusiasm. Destroying my passionate nature. Music and words are a powerful thing so be careful what you chose to listen to. Bye bye! Zoom

This morning…scratch that! I mean this afternoon I woke up to my sister’s annoying voice and some anonymous Brisco ringtone. That right there sat the mood to how I’m feeling now. Then I finally turned over on my back, cracked my eyes, and then stretched my arms wide as if I were going to give my pop corn ceiling a hug. Not! I stared at it for as long as I could then I grabbed my BlackBerry. The battery’s dead signal just makes me feel empty and overwhelmed. Empty because my battery is empty/drained. And overwhelmed because I’m contemplating the trip to the next room for my charger. I’m not ready to get up yet. But since I have to pee pee then I’ll just shoot in their to get it. Talk about lazy!!!

Once I get up, it feels as though someone has lodged a rock at my head. Either that or I was drinking heavily lastnight without recollection. But neither has happened. This has been the case for the past few days. I’ve been waking up with headaches to popcorn ceilings, with a full bladder and a dying phone. LML! I can’t deny this. Who else do you know that wakes up in a 5 star apartment to great amenities? No sarcasm! Really, who do you know? No one I bet.

I’m blogging and tweeting and work has to be done. I have to write songs, record, and then send them off. Today this seems unbearable. I feel like a thief has come and robbed me of my energy and positivy while I was sleep. Could this be so? I doubt it. Im pretty sure the thief would have taken more stuff than that. He would of taken my BlackBerry along with my charger because my phone is the living dead. He would of taken my MacBook Pro along with my mini Acer. I know he would have taken my mic, speakers, and my sister’s X-Box. But no, everythings untouched except for me spirit.

I’m just gonna blame it on the Opa-Locka goon Brisco for destroying my enthusiasm. Destroying my passionate nature. Music and words are a powerful thing so be careful what you chose to listen to. Bye bye!


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