Behind the Shy Guy

"On February 10, 2014, Speights became a demigod when he torched the Philadelphia 76ers for 32 points, 8 rebounds, and 3 blocks. His riveting performance made him an honorary selection for the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame and he is even rumored to be better than current Warriors' assistant coach Brian Scalabrine."

Unreleased track with the homie Midsoul. Throwback Tuesdays in effect.

Verse1

And I'm back with a rhyme/

Tryna find out something that ya'll can vibe with/

Elevated the mind, sky scraping the eyes/

With the heavens above, but fuck biblical wings/

Cuz vertical alignments just separate the few connections we bring/

And I'm tryna fuse with/

Whatever these fake rappers are tryna fly with/

Caffeine diets feeding the bags under my eyelids/

Just an undersized kid with a hunch and a punch that ties in/

If you always take whats left, you'll never focus on the right hand/

Yea, you know the one you should be playing/

But instead you let some other circumstances here dictate it/

Oh you made it or so you think but like/

You're the only one to know, when staying in your cell will get you fucked/

And I ain't even talking conjugal visits, this shit is dominoes/

Cuz in a minute you can flip from a rich bitch to common ho/

That ain't the problem though, the issues in the mindset/

You can live the way you want or just follow the way they direct/

Cuz either way that shits a blind bet/

Meaning nothings decided, and we're all just pawns within a dice set/

Pieces of the wrong game playing for another five cents/

Tryna stack enough for a beer and a bag of lime chips/

And maybe some side dip too/

Oh wait it's better to save that for a rainy day/

When sunshine can't come through/

Which is basically like every other day around here/

Fogtown born native spitting for freedom/

These bailiff cloud's can't hear shit/

Verse2

Yea, it's like we living in lockdown/

And the only paths traveled are circles watching the clock round/

Meaning, I'm just like every cat in this/

Tryna make a life out of business that you can live with/

Cuz what's living? Well as far as I can tell/

All these bitches afraid of hell are tryna extend to extra innings/

Instead of tryna win it, they'd rather not risk the L/

Forgetting you only rise as far as you've ever fell/

That's why I'd rather stay fallen/

Cuz from the ground I have the whole sky above me to soar in/

And yo, fuck these label endorsements/

I'd rather ride the high of these unstable endorphins/

That I get from this dangerous course/

That makes my moms and pops afraid/

That one day they'll have to cradle my corpse/

Praying the angels that I'll change and resort/

To stepping back and live the kinda lifestyle that they'd rather endorse/

Verse3

But yo, I got a lot on my mind/

So even though I'm back in college I'm still scholaring rhymes/

And either by chance, or by heavenly design/

I've reconnected with my homie Midsoul and now I'm back on the grind/

Yea looking like I never declined, this kid is beasting/

Is what the public's saying without ever having to meet him/

Taking the industry by storm while it's sleeping/

And still they wanna close the door/

Before I'm even getting both of my feet in but fuck it/

I'ma run the only way that I know/

Busting a flow over these beats that Mid's dropping/

Just keep watching, these lost kids will find a way through the folds/

And when the paper straightens out, we finna kill it some more/

Cuz it's killer Cali when it comes to the dro/

I blow rally's wide open with another hit, they stuck in the bowl/

Cuz shit this ain't a pipe dream/

I'm tryna get from sightseeing to being the motherfucker running the show/

And I know I got a long ways to go/

The road ahead of me is more redlight than it will ever be Beverly/

But that ain't sweating me/

Plus if the pens in my hand, ya'll can expect for me to write my own legacy/

And you can hear it in how I'm breathing so heavily/

Until I gas out, I'll be on that fast route/

Funny how I'm the last mouth expected to lash out/

And this was just an intro, imagine after I pass out/

MMJ - Gimme

First track of the new year for me, wanted to try something new and out of my norm. Began as an experiment with beat making and kind of just grew from there. The terrible singer I am this is all autotuned and was done for definite shits and gigs. Hope ya'll enjoy.

That yesterday's tragedy is already being misused as fuel for the "Reform Gun Control Laws" vehicle. Cycling through various news outlets and more importantly the comments left by people throughout the nation, it's disturbing evidence as to how black n white, and cut n dry we've painted any and all solutions to be. There's something much deeper, darker, and sinister lurking beneath this tragic event as well as all spree killings prior that warrant a discussion larger than that of just gun control. Surely the surplus availability of firearms provides an environment that is more combustible by nature. But there are triggers we are missing as a society that are internally igniting and empowering these shooters to finally pull the trigger. Guns are merely a means to an end for these people, and I feel the real question of "how do we prevent anyone from reaching that breaking point" is being lost amid the cries for more or less firearm regulations. Worse yet we aren't even past 24 hours from the tragedy in Conneticut --- politics should be the last thing on anyone's mind. Prayers up for each and every child and adult who lost their life today and may the heavens treat you better than we did.