The Wackness

I'm going to Atlanta.
Its 11:47, 10 hours before I leave.
I'm all alone.
I sort of like it.
I sort of dont.
Guess that tells you who I am.

Idris.

P.S "The Wackness" is one of the best movies I've ever seen.

Song/Video of the Day

Video of the Day




Song of the Day

Ignore the Soap Opera...but yo--I rememba these folks from when I was a younglin', why are they still on TV?

Pick a Nose

Digging up your nose.





Forreal tho...a few days back, I caught somebody diggin' up their nose. Forreal yo--hide that ish, o' just dont do it. I aint gunna lie, I use to do it back when I was a kid...

Lets stress that -- a kid! Stop it, now!

Buggin!

Buggin!

Yo, so many in a day

Buuuut!

Check this out:

The Knux?

Alotta people don't like todays music. I aint da one to shoot on it. Man, a few artist on da same page as me. Yaknow, when your in an industry I think its a lot harder to appreciate the music - bcuz emotions, finances and all sortsa energy is involved in the music so they don't see it from the outside and getta nit-pick at it. The state of music now is good, and always has been.

I was readin' a magazine 'n Q-Tip was talkin' bout how Internet, even as a threat of music, is helpin' music out because catergories are losin' their importance.

Anyways, I aint the type to hate on no Soulja Boy, and not even Lil Wayne anymo. I just like music, whateva feels good.



I hope these folks go far - sound like they jus' trynna have fun. Can't hate on dat.

Best Looking of the Day

Okay, that sets the mood...

Now, I was lookin' at this music video again below 'n was thinkin' why is that woman so bad. Like, why!? Anyways, I decided to post it up and make her the best lookin' of the day. Stacey, ya good - but she is badder...

Plus she gotta nice smile 'n nice eyes. Aint really feelin' the makeup--but its all good.

Haha, look at me puttin this ish up--what am I thinkin? Whateva...

The Cool

I was reading about "Cool". My brother was tellin' me from a lil' book he read from Bruce Lee that people have their cools. Like an avenue they follow that is just good to them. Like their personality and everything jus match up with the subject - like my cool would be music, and yours it whateva...

But the whole idea of cool is about where you hold the most confidence in. I think everybodies cool should be themselves - be confident in you and comfortable in your skin. Thats hard to do.

Someone that I would consider "cool" would be like, Andre 3000. Just someone comfortable bein' him. Uh...like, Miles Davis - thats another one. Anyways, heres something I wanted to post.

Stacey Dash

Oh my gosh...

She's beautiful. She is like...42! What is she eatin?

If I meet him, I'm goin' to get her #. Words is bond!

Now, is Now

I dont know where imma go with this. Not enough people even pay attention to one anotha...and don't study the mind, or the world, that is still 95% unknown to mankind. Like, in a book my boy was readin' and relatin' to me, said 95% of the universe is dark matter/unknown matter. Ya' know how crazy that is?

But I was thinkin' on it like--man, most of that is based on the fact of abscence of connection of self, and connection with the world about. There was a song I was listenin' to by K-OS where he said...



"The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality, I don't know

Theres a lot of truth in those words man. Music doesn't begin or end with a record, tho, and this is jus' me gettin on my Ghostface and stringing my conscienness, but music is in every step, every word, everything in existence. Just like art is in everything, and language, and everything is everything. Forreal, and thats a Lauryn Hill Song. Thing is, I was just given the experiences to lead me to music as my form of deepest understandin', but it allows me to put reflection to myself and dig deep into a world called emotions where I'm not so certain...yaknow?

Every man, and woman is talented - people needa get off that crap like a person is talented in one direction. Thing of it is, that anybody could do anything. Inspite of the cliche, ya gotta putcha mind to it. That also holds so much depth to it tho, and alot of people skip over it so that phrase became a cliche because the meaning of it was stole away. See, as "Jesus/Yashua/Whatever You" wanna call him said God is in you, and go in to yourself to improve your world. Alotta folk dont do that and look to other outlets of expressin instead of learnin' to create positive vibrations.

Everything holds a lot of depth to it and right now I'm just tryinna work on bein' tolerant of other peoples realities. Just be positive all the time, which is somethin that isn't hard. I mean, I got a natural affinity for spirituality and its not mystical woo-blah-blah like a lot of atheist try to. Materialism and all that is void, and is a escape from self. You can't handle the mirror, and you dont require glass to see it. Your very life, from the people around you, to the actions you take, show you, you and I've come to realize a lot of people spite their whole day.

Its sad...

But thats their hell. They need to find their heaven by steppin in their own direction and findin' out what truly makes them happy and bringing it out into existence. It doesn't first start in the mind, but it does start within you. Basic concept, in and out. It's posted up on restuarants that feeds people flesh on nasty, sloppy lettuce and crap. "In n Out". C'mon, it aint a hard subject. First it's in, then it's out. Start within, then go out.

Anyways, thats jus what is on my mind right now. I love people, and I'm lovin my growth. Enjoyin' everything - even my insecurites.

This stuff is always on my mind, I'm jus postin' it now to anyone that may read this.

blah-blah-i'm out. One two. Two one. Um...haha, im done.

Dream

The Dream

I've been recorded my dreams for a while, but I haven't decided to put any on this blog. I dont think alotta people actually even read this...so yaknow...aint no need to really put them up except for myself - but I think it's worth it.

Well last night I had a bunch of different type crazy o' dreams 'n such bcuz I woke up and went back to sleep. I know dat aint really good - but I actually got into the dream, meanin' I was in deep sleep...soooo yaknow...thats good. Wasn't the best sleep though...woke up.

But anyways, the first dream I can recall is one when I was my grandma's car. It's a Mercedes Benz and it's nice...'n such, so I was driving in a night and I was at a stop light and someone backed up into me repeatidally, over and over until the car in and of itself was tore up. Now, dat car is real big in my grandma's life 'n all so I was buggin when I got out. I was fine though...which is interesting part of the dream. Anyways, I got out and told the man that was backing into me that he messed it up. Everything but the glass, and wheels were pushed up like some cartoon or something - because everything was just scrunched up in terms o material.

So...I drove off and woke up to think that it actually happened - but it didn't and after a few thoughts I knew it wasn't true when I glanced at the time on my phone.

Went back to sleep, and woke up again...that dream I don't remember, but I do remember the last dream. I went somewhere...it was like a clothin' store, and even tho this girl doesn't work at a clothing store it was like she was on her break. I dont know, maybe because I re-met her at the mall a few weeks back o' whateva. Anyways, she got in the car and kissed me like she couldn't wait. After a bit of kiss the insecurity of how much I suck at kissing was symbolized in the dream by some very horrible kissin' on my part - but no words were said. She went back inside and it was hectic in there and I was just standing there watching.

She was working hard o' whateva...

Then, like, I swear I got a call over the intercom from my grandma. Anyways - a bit later I woke up.

Those dreams hold a lot of meaning that I'll break-down later in another part of the Dream Subject...but hopefully someone might read this and get a better understandin' of me.

Listening to...

Freddie Hubbard...man - I like this as soon as it was turned on. Felt just so...everything. Ah!

T-O-D-A-Y

Today

Didn't suck, but it was eeeh. It was negative though - no progression
in what I ultimately want. I woke up on a good note, but I didn't want to
go to work. Still laughed it off. But I was like @ work and someone
left that always feeds me that good energy I like and I worked to keep my
energy up. After lunch I came back almost in a silent depression without
any optimism.

Its whateva though.

I'm happy now...

Tony Roberts the Funniest Comedian Right Now

Yeah...c'mon man, forreal...

(Age is only a number???) Magenta

Yesterday...



I think everybody knows about R.kelly. That's one guy you don't forget, with his pepperspraying probs, child case, and songs about makin babies. See, the thing is I neva thought I had much n common with a guy that peed on lil girls and taped it, yaknowatimsayin? Jus didn't think we would eva be partners n crime...

But I guess that is always up to change. Yo, so I was trynna talk to a 19 yr old, and not that age is a big deal at all, bcuz age doesn't mean anythin to get down to it but I gotta do a lot of social program detoxin, forreal, to jump over the hurdle that happened yesterday...

But lettme start on explainin this. I went off ta "Getta Clue" downtown to gettme some kicks, and a fedora. Didn't find my fedora - those ish are clean tho, imma get one and get on my Inspectector Gadget go go go negro (Lupe!!! haha, jp) - but did get my kicks. I wasn't lookin for a fedora in "Getta Clue", so don't tryin say "nigga, u stupid", but gottme some Vans. A real bad lookin girl talked to me. Okay, she was like...probably mixed with some carribean, black and white mess like...she wasn't a mess tho. She was ridicilously beautiful, like some Stacy Dash, light skin, with dimples type thing.

Some stalka dude (girls know how that go when ur pretty, u get stalkers) was tryin to mess with her n talk. He got on knee n proposed n everythin, but I was trynna help her out da whoooole time and pull her away. Man, she had a nice o model smile and had the nicest face I saw, eyes too..man, I'm mad.

Anyways, back to the "I Got a Story to Tell" on some Biggie stuff, but ugh (hahaha jp) I was talkin to her. Had her laughin like I normally do wit girls and compliment them on lookin like queens (because they do, all this is jus how I interact - aint no game) and then I come to find out the dagger to my heart...




...She was 15.

YO!!! what the...NOOOOOOOOO!!! I still gave her "my" number. Decided not to get hers --man...I'm sad.

Maaaaan, I don't wanna go back there...n at the same time I do. She was bad, in everyway. Meanin bad fo jailtime and havin a bootyhole the size of china from Big Bubba, and bad n the man, u look like u could make men come outta the pocket to pay to look at her....

Forreal tho - she said her last bf was 20...I feel bad fo her, but...man, this is crazy. Imma play Musiqs "Seventeen" song....if only she was. Then it wouldn't be a big deal...but I aint that dude to pursue someone still bumpin rides from momma and dad. Sad....sad.

Ooooh yah

Before I leave

Read some of whats doooooooooown there.



Because a lot of this was written like within an hour--so its all recent.

Hip-Hop

Everyone wants to save Hip-Hop.

Why not try to save yourself first.

What about working on the world it portrays, first?

Hip-Hop is exactly how it is because thats how the masses did it. Stop talking about it being dead. Matter of fact - lets put the song that paints the picture in my mind quite vividly. Just the part on Hip-Hop.



Anyways, man, I'm out. But befo' I fade lettme put it down like this. Music is and is everywhere. Music is in the keys that I'm hittin, because music is defined as an organized collection of sound and silence. And since nothin' is unorganzed 'n nothin is random 'n the universe then all is music, and music is all things. That does'n only go for music - but it is one thing...so stop shootin' on otha's music man. If it aint what touches ya soul 'n ya feelings, then it aint good for you.

But yo, it's whateva...do it, do it, do it. Align the stars, drop the bars, unleash the caged sun, here comes the one.

Its late--uhhh--I need to fade off to the astral plane like my boy say. Off n gone. Beyond, and beyond--neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegros

Untold Goal

Well, uh...I think it's nice to use this blog often to express myself. I'm artistic, just like all those around me, so this is just another venue to show myself, yaknowhatimsayin? So, uhh...lettme get down.



Imma do this more often. Just write about whats on my mind at the time - and well...just as I pressed the buttons to type "time" I thought of Sharice. Well I know that she may or may not be reading this, but for some reason I kinda like this girl. That aint nothin' new though--because I'm always crushin' on a girl or something. It just how I do it, but I mean...I had a freakin almost 7 hr convo with her which could've gone different if I really wanted it to, but I just let it flow, yaknow. I dont force it mentally, or anything like...I dont even will it. I dont even try to pull nothing, like...absolute noodle type ish.

I go like air through it without the air of thought and just let my impulse pulsate. It aint exactly perfect, because my mind aint as sharp as it will be in the future so that what I actually consciously want out of a conversation with her in terms of depth would come out because of what I question, my vibe, energy, and comments or whateva are all appropiate for the mission to getting to know her deeper.



Like, personally, I like the concept of exploring a woman...or anyone actually. Because, truth be told, humans are the most interesting subject to me. Also, she's attractive, man--like, gosh...damn. Like, I would...man. She's very very attractive--but not in that yo, I wanna sex you up, Ray J-in-a-video, R.Kelly on top, lustful lame type crap. Not even in that oh, shoot, she got that Brown Sugar type ish--like, its...developing, yaknow. Like...man--like, dang, its really blossoming from "yo, she's pretty" too "daaaaamn, she's pretty". And thats how I want it, yaknow? To have something to go from exquisite to exotic, to absolutely intoxicating. Not that it's there on any of those levels--but shes definately beautiful. Its one of those, "yo, I can't even imagine something sensual with her at this point, because I wanna get to know her" type stuff...



But thats me just riffing. Too much riffin' too...lettme run this back and drop music through this so that it don't get mundane to anyone that wanna read this. Getta portrait of my whole mental on this, kiiiiiiiiiiid. Hahaha.

Some Goals

I got a few goals I'm interested in doing.
I dont really believe in putting time limits on things, ya know, like or anything - but I feel and know I can do it tomorrow or whatever...but it's all about comfort, yaknow. When I wanna do it. So, these are the things I shall do in the future...no time limit on it, like 10 years, 5 years, two weeks, or whatever, just...what I will do. Ya know? Haha

I will to own a boutique shop in a Downtown District of America that distributes streetwear, and my own streetwear fashion line which will be small but have a lot of worth in whatever city I own this shop.

I will own land in Ethiopia and a Southern American state.

I will create a concept or an idea to be formatted for a comic book strip about a black modern hero. The biggest part of that is modern hero, not much about the black part really - but it is important too...just not as important in terms of modern. Like, I feel that a lot of heroes are like mythological in terms of how they are represented and how I see the parallels between Greeks and America, but I feel that there are gaps in knowledge of those mytholigicals figures that dont allow them to be completely applicable to the everyday man in this age.

I'm not speaking about being urban or none of that - its far deeper than that and thats where I want to go with the comic strip. I want him to fight against things in a unique way, and go about fighting in a way that is indicitive to knowledge. So...its something I definately will do.

I will have a music group of producers, writers, and such under a label/company thats independent that'll work within the record industry and also use that to put out my music aswell.

I will put together a band for performences of my own.

I will learn Amharic and Portugese

I will create a clearer relationship with everyone I want to from this point on.

I will approach any and every woman that I feel an energy pull to from this point on if I'm without commitment.

18 - voted - Black Part 2

I looked at what I said down there and as I am always changing I like to update my part. Its not about being black, white or anything - its just about being conscious and awake. Basically society is overall lame, like really lame. I could go in depth, but I rather reserve my energy for positive things.

So listen to this:



and

Music: Me

Its M dot E, and I, please take notice
Back for the first time, the flow is Ludacris
Watch me, get it crack'n, like Weezy
Or kissy kissy, haha, girl, I'm just bein' silly
Neva catch me sayin no homo, it aint so, so there it go
Limits, thats a person I dont know, its a no show
If ya dont know, then it's probably sho,
Up ya mind game, folks, you thinkin to slow
O' ya needa jus' drive slow
Livin too fast, dyin before the light goes
No bulb ovah head, life molested you
A beautiful fool, called cool, jus' take two
On this stage, everyones an actor
Shakespeare, the gay, pig macker
Jus' kickin' a lil truth between the lines, down my lane
Drivin' like ya grandma, windows down, doin my thang

Eyes on you, love that dontchu
Attention! Attention! She's feeding of the menu
Men-you, succubus, love to eat you - alive
Aint she live, aint she fine, aint she, aint she, aint she worth a try
Nah, to hell, bro, these eyes watch only to let her pass by
No Pharcyde, or bus stop, and no hi, its like I
No time fo' no Jazzy Belle, so buh-bye
By way of attraction, I'm blind to her naked eye
Yet I, shine like a Jedi, for the one without the perm
Burn baby burn, M. Jackson wont get a turn
The young'n, lov'n, strapped fo' sumthin sumthin (sooky sooky now)
That quick nuttin nuttin, got 'er 9 months 'n nothin
Drama o' baby momma, got her dreams at a comma
Death befo' dishonor, dyin inside, outside a balla
Ballin! Oooh, damn, in da club -- child's mother callin
She sad now dat she see me, shoulda said wassup back when

Girl, I know ya' want love, but dig me
Im somewhere in the abyss, sitting pretty
Or so you would like, or so you say, to ya dismay
You dont know whatcha want anyway, anyhow, anyday, everyday
On the same oh, unfold for bank roll, unroll to ravel
What a modern marvel, shoulda so cold, but so-so
Because whenever I want ta, I will--but the nunction to function
On the sensual, isn't sensible, so nah, I aint comin
Dont call, dont pause, just keep it movin' on and on
I aint no don, just know when the dawns upon
Blind eyes opening for the first time, skin feel the shine
Or like Shyne steppin out after his time, somethin' sublime
Lime, you taste it, ya basis, or it is base-ic
Acidic, it rains on ya miss, fire below ya waist, wasted
Guzzle in the muffle, muddy waters
Relax ya self girl, please set-tle down, midnight marauders

Dumb it Down

Most of that is my feelings. Beside the fact that you can't deprive people of history, because you have to eliminate time in and of itself - thats not benefical. Its not even about pride. It's about facts. If your raised on lies, you'll live in a deeper matrix than people already are in.

"Dumb it down, nigga!"

Ok, here it is.
Its the...Universal Zulu, un-lynched prince,
And negro-hanging, of the city of trees, man, its intense
Man, yo, me and the beat so tight I go crossed eye
Yeah, sticky fingaz, all I do is climb high
Peter Park with the art,
its like mary jane when I spark...but its not
From the strip to the boondocks, I boom without stop
2Pacalypse, Strictly 4 My Niggaz dislocatin necks as they head knocks
To all my qonjo and mälak, by my side theres a spot
Intertwine, we'll be fine, as I beeline to the skyline
Birth line after line, tag-a-long
Yeah, I'm tight on those periods
See, drop seeds, the child shall lead, kid
Makin', creatin', amazin, its the creed
Anyways, back to whatchu do, man proceed.

18 - voted - Black

I did not vote for Oboma.
I did not vote for Clinton.
I did not vote Republician.
I did not vote Independent.
I voted.

Why? Well, basically because I could - more or less. The fact of the matter is that I dont see any legitimace in the system, and none of the canidates were worthy of it - and more than likely never will be. I say more than likely, but I mean never - because 99% isn't exactly a reasonable percentage for the likely side.

The government basically sucks. It's complexities leave it inefficent to do much of anything right - but that isn't really the source of the problem. The main problem is that Neo-Babolyon/America is based in iniquity, so to start your act in such a way leaves no room for true morality.

There are a series of reasons why I am not supportive of this government. They boiled down to the reason that I am black, basically. So, why didn't the tribal boy of African descent not vote for a potential tribal leader named Oboma with the slick tongue, distant cousin of Bush and Uncle Tom's child? Well...I dont know.

Maybe I'm just a nigga.

Writing

Ay, ay, tears forgot what my face felt like, so I touch the mic
Stars are my eyes, with the skin of the night
So, let the son/sun set, hard press
The un-lynched negro in the horizion, whats next
Its pressure, on this God's temple, so I rub my temples
Flow subtle, flowers in the meadow during a ripple
Papers crumpled, mind swarm the beast's belly
Gulp the land, cock back and ready, ready?
Undergo indigo, then the blues are no mo'
Music pharmisct in the fold, medicate your soul
The energy, bounce in me, gotta get a hold
Thumb stuck out, somewhere at the end of all road
So, take me away, and back, back, back in the day
Best of both worlds, today, a touch of tomorrow and yesterday
Idris, I dont want a black leader
I am one, and you too, stop actin' up nigga.

Relaxin' (9th Wonder Instrumental)

Here I go, Idris, touche - ya' want mo'?
Okay, Ghana, c'mon, say "ago!"
Yea, I-am, mellow in melanin
So to anybody, I aint pale in comparison
Y'been waitin, pen (pin) pulled, long overdue
Explosion! Yea, yea - I'm comin thru
Napalm in palms, pressed together for pslams
Now...hah..prey (pray) on
My insigna is three sevens, surrounded by sixes
In a one, see, even mathematically I'm delicious
Feast ya eyes, on I
Food for thought, I get a rise
The special brownie, soul by the pound-ing
Elohim without wings, girl, we doing our thing
Shake y'rear, lies disappear, heaven here
Once agian, the blessed dosage for your ear

Amharic - Blessing for the Year

I found this in a RE: Lupe Fiasco's Matra for 2008 when passing through youtube. Me, being someone completely interested in learning Amharic, and Ethiopian customs (Morehouse's Study Abroad Program here I come!) I wanted to give this to anyone who might read.

"Zitezerebkayo Kelem...Ziregeskayo LemLem Yigberelka."

which is Ethiopian blessing/proverb [the poster's] mother says to [the poster] that means "May your words be as ink and your steps be upon green pastures."

So, "May your words be as ink and your steps be upon green pastures."

It Begins, she is lost to the hims (hymns)
The music within seems to dim to almost no end, I'm noticing
Queen, we need to bridge
Still on that X, need to let it live
All that Manhattin' (Manhattan), why? you birth this sensation
You deny, and all I can say and (n) why? (y), your amazing
Inside (Most Def), Outside (Mos Def!), so stop playing
Even The Planet is here for your demonstration
The stars align, assigned for this time
Interwine, your you, yet still mine
My Venus, nothing get between us, except space
As this Star Treks the place, we boldy go...with grace
Dont let these Mars leave you marred
I'll take you away...just the way you are
Ya know I like em brown, yellow, Ethiopian or Hatian
And my Name is Idris from the Zulu Nation

[Chorus x2]
Now, you...
[Scratch - Temptations]
My girl...My girl...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
My girl...My girl...