for real forreal

I'm not even gonna put this post in some metaphorical bullshit outlook that I normally do (which I apologize for). I think I just need to say it aloud to myself. I guess by typing it out too, and making it official in a blog, is just second confirmation.

I miss Belle. I miss Dino. I miss Justin, Andrew, Emmanuel, Stephen, & Darryl.
I miss Rachel, Chelsea, Clarissa, Kristen...fuck, I even miss Raphael.

The change needs to start happening already. This is getting too fucking ridiculous.

in all honesty

Music is where my heart's at. Wake me up when it is self-expression that rules the kingdom, not legal tender notes handed to us by the Federal Reserve Bank.

dear auto-tune

I'm not sure where to begin, you know? I guess I'll start off where I believe should be most important: Your unrelenting contributions to the continuous downfall of music. I mean really I don't have a problem with you making guest appearances on tracks now-a-days...in fact when you are on a song at the right time with the right vibe, I thoroughly enjoy your presence. However seeing as though those times are few and far between I must reprimand you for all that you've done in the past few years. 2008 was a horrible year for you. In terms of making rumps shake and making highly untalented people famous, then it was a great year for you. In terms of making genuinely good music this year wasn't one of your best, to say the least. It is my belief that you have been taking away the true meaning of music (especially in hip-hop/rap). I used to listen to hip-hop because I could relate to some of these dudes who were struggling with life. Trying to make the best of life even when you're handed complete bullshit. Now it seems as though I have to have a $300,000 car, 3 separate "bitches" on my side at all times, Patrone in my cup whenever I'm drinking, and have my love lockdown to relate to you. I'm sorry but with the economy with the way it is right now, I can only manage to relate to one of those. If that. I miss the messages that songs used to send me. What's your message now? I guess your message is for me to get money. Listen, from very very early in my life I've known that I need to get money to live a sustainable and comfortable life here in the United States. I don't need a constant reminder from you. What I need from music is inspiration. I need to...actually I'm sorry, I don't need anything from you.
What I want from you is to hear your stories. Your struggles. Your loves. Your life. I want to get taken away for 3:30 into a world where self-expression rules the kingdom, not legal tender notes handed to us by the Federal Reserve Bank. I'm kind of straying away from the point I think now, but this is all very relevant to what I'm trying to say. Because of you, auto-tuner, I've gone from Kanye West telling me to try as hard as I can to touch the sky, to him telling me in a lame ass tone to keep away from "heartless" girls. I've gone from Jamie Foxx telling me to indulge in the sweet, sweet melodies of Marvin Gaye & Luther Vandross to him telling me it's the alcohol that makes the ladies get down. I've gone from letting Justin Timberlake tell me a story of a gorgeous senorita who hasn't found her king, and that he would treat her like a queen, to hearing him tell me how he can put me in a log cabin somewhere in Aspen. Please auto-tuner....PLEASE refrain from any more damage to the music industry. It's heartless enough without your contributions.


-CJ

sucka free cj

So, me and the homie were fuckin around the other night spitting freestyles to each other via AIM 6. No doubt he dropped some dope ass shit. I guess I'm showing you this because it's almost not even a freestyle, it's kinda like me talking saying what I feel like haha. But then again that's like hip-hop...so, I don't know what I'm doing. Haha. Here's what I came up with:



I'm about to sleep but this feeling's straight creepin my chest, the best of whatever I got left seems like it left a long time ago. So I rhyme and go to the fine line and hold my spot in line waiting for my time to come. Will I shine? Or will my breath run out before I catch up, it's messed up how this sleep shit got me trppin; Four pillows on my bed but all sides of me is slippin. I run from it and try to run this shit but my legs give out and my soul gives in and my heart yells out, "Save me..." I need them, I lead them, believe him, the words we speak will leak into your pores and cause the jaws of life to bite down. This ain't rhyming no more, this is climbing the door and kickin' it down furiously, we curiously observe all around us thinking it's life but we need to start living like our mindset is right...'Cause beliefs only take you so far. There comes a point in time when you gotta leave your backyard, grief is so far, believe what you live for. Take action and don't speak, we packin' the pump heat, never lackin' the bum feed. We need to step up and change our inner being. I'm tired of seeing, cats wasting their potential like, "DUDE you ain't gotta rep central." Stop acting like your mom and dad never really loved you, if your dad didn't love you then he would of worn a rubber homie trust.