Damn Papi. How long has it been? I just want to see you. We often have a way of communicating without words. No extended conversation, no small talk. Just look in my eyes and I know what you're trying to say. I know you're busy. Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Being important is hard work. Relax for a moment. Take your mind off of the everyday. I'm trying to meet you in the zone. All I need is where and when. When are you going to take care of you? In your busy schedule, pencil a sista in. You won't regret it.

Me just me

Ever since I can remember, it's been me just me.
Since I learned that I was slightly different in some way, it's been me just me.
When I realized that I'm just too damn nice, it's been me just me.
Eventhough I have a son, it's still me just me.
It will never be me + another for infinity.
It will always be me just me.

The creative mind that stirs endless fashion, stirs lonliness as well.
It's the price to pay for being me.
Me just me.

My life is as follows:
My son
My company
Me

No additonal person, significant other, friend, or associate fit into that equation. At first it wasn't by choice. Now I'm not too sure. I just don't know who to trust and who to believe.
I guess it will always be me just me.

What's up with the war on Rap? I truly feel like the death of Jam Master Jay was some sort of revenge killing. This is beginning to dampen my spirits. Why are all our creative souls becoming victims of this nonsense? Enough is enough. That man was in his studio, working, minding his business. All this death is enough to make a Black Butterfly cry. The media is releasing all sorts or rumors and heresay. In the end, another brother is lost. A pioneer of the most influential music or our times. Killing him definately is making a statement. Intentional or not.