Saturday, April 11, 2009

My Niggas/My Bitches

Go to and check out the most inspiring, talented artist ive ever met.. This is something that he wrote along with my response. My response is dedicated to my bitches. You know who you are ;-)

"My niggas got dope,
They got ambitions,
Common sense,
My niggas got lil goals,
Babies to feed, families,
My niggas got hand me down handguns on kitchen tables,
50 bags and grippers,
My niggas push Lacs, Regals, and Classics,
They drink Highlife and live life high,
My niggas ain't sorry,
They clean, my niggas ain't f*cking with you,
My niggas got jokes,
They got talent, and responsibilities,
My niggas is here and there,
My niggas about they bread,
My niggas is hard, they frustrated,
They motivated, they sitting around the house, they locked up, they in this mans military,
My niggas is on that sh*t,
My niggas really don't give a f*ck.
My niggas is on a few fingers,
My niggas is like my family,"

My bitches got dreams
They aspire to be more,
love more, give more, contribute more
My bitches are royalty
Queens in purple and gold camouflage
Patiently awaiting their day of recognition
My bitches are fly
And they dont rock gucci, prada, fendi or house of dereon
Cuz my bitches dont need any name besides their own to feel priceless
My bitches are all colors
From the lightest peach to the deepest brown
And proud, theres no tanning beds or bleach creams 'round here
My bitches walk with their heads high
Switchin their hips in high heels or a fresh new pair of kicks
My bitches handle their shit like a man
But take care of their men like a ladies
And if they dont have a man thats ok
Cuz my bitches love themselves
They have high self-esteem
They aren't co-dependent
My bitches are resourceful
My bitches are artistic
My bitches are powerful
My bitches have minds of their own..
-Kalae All Day

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Subway Subbatical

I know its spelled sAbbatical.. Dont try to correct me, I have artistic freedom. So I have taken the train every where, almost every single day since I was.. BORN so I decided to write a song about riding these trains. These trains that used to be $1 or so when I was growing up.. That used to have beautiful graffiti, washed off before my time.. That used to run efficiently? I dont know if that ever happened. But I do know that life in NYC is hectic and sometimes getting on the train can be a relief from the busy streets.. You got your mp3 player on or if your old school, your CD player. If you live under a rock, your cassette player.. Maybe you want to seem intelligent so you pull out a book or you want to stay relevant so you read the newspaper that someone kindly left on the seat next to you.. Or maybe you enjoy obnoxiously loud conversations with your neighboring train pedestrians. Whatever it is you do, its just masking how horrible a train ride can truly be..

"dropped back in the subway
im feeling like a back drop
didn't have no change
so like pancake i hop
my tunnel vision strained
cause im used to street top
and im goin insane
claustrophobia detox
they scuffing up my kicks
so my lid is bout to pop
theres so much pressure in my brain
that my ears do the same
substantial looks
got crooked by an mp3
theyre reading books
or hooked on a hand held D
catchin Zs and being stressed
overlooking that theyre blessed
body elbows to the chest
i regress
i get pissed
like homeless man that missed
got the whole car smelling like shit
clenched jaw and fist
holding to the rail with my wrist
so i can act like germs dont exist
wholy moly donut shop buddy
got his boots all muddy
standin two feet from me
and i will homey
have a plot to kill homey
if he dont stay still homey
for real homey"


Back to some real shit. I got a show tomorrow at Crash Mansion@BLVD that you might want to come to before i BURN IT DOWN! :D Heres the flyer..

199 Bowery and spring, take the 6train to spring st
show@6pm doors@5pm cover $10
April 5th.. Sunday.. DO IT!