From The Archives: "What, Am I Supposed..."

I know that a few of you are probably asking yourselves, "Why is he posting 'Archive' blogs? He's no Perez Hilton or Jam Donaldson! Who does he think he is?!? He's probably being lazy and not wanting to write anything profound again..." blah, blah, blah...

Nah, actually, I'm working on my books and, though there is a lot for me to touch on, getting these books done is MORE important. Be patient, though, I will make time to post more current rantings about life and the magazine (Middle Of Da Map, still coming soon!!!)!
So, with that said, I present to you, "What... I'm SUPPOSED To Be Doing Something Else???"

From: 10/11/2006
Category: Blogging

Man... It's been years, I guess, huh? The Kid's been busy.. Doing life, doing okay, doing my girl...(you knew it was coming)... But, you know, I can't keep loyal folks in the dark forever, right?
    I guess I've been real introspective lately. You know, my grandma passed over a year ago, and I vowed to myself, that I would make the most of my life.That I would dream big, succeed even larger than ANYONE could imagine. So, I finished my first book, started writing my first full novel, started my near life-long dream of Daddie'z Home Entertainment, and started a new relationship. Suffice to say, not much has come of all my dreams. I did start recording music, but, personal demons have hindered the fruition of  the complete album. Though the first book is complete, finding a publisher for it has been an uphill battle. The novel... Let's just say, genius takes time. Test readings are phenomenal, but, I can't put bullshit out to the masses. The new relationship... turned into another new relationship, which is "different" from past exploits in the meaning that she has 3 (count 'em) children from a previous, and unrenounced, marrige (the divorce isn't final). You know, sometimes, the most difficult thing in the world is to look yourself in the eye and tell yourself to keep fighting. But, thats what I do. Every morning when I wake up. And every night when I go to sleep. Cut from a bosses cloth, do what a boss does... If anyone is reading this, and thinking "Damn, I'm in a tough spot... I don't know what to do..." I have to say, look inside yourself, and find the boss inside. God is always with you, but you need to be with you, too. There's nothing worse than have the world for you, and ONLY you against yourself.
    Yeah. I know. Not the typical chest-thumpin-I-can-fuck-more-bitches- and-dress-flyer-than-you type of blog you were expecting, huh? Another sign of a Boss, the ability to change and inspire.
    Verse for the Day... (Damn, I haven't done one of these for a minute)....Beating blocks like a drum major/ never lackin paper/ got the block in left pocket, right beside the pager/ Watch my watch/ now you got the vapors, Call me Boss Biz/ Just friends with yo baby momma/ never mind the jizz/ Off top like pop fizz/ Ya'll needed me back/ Takin' over like a dictator/ Heat strapped to my back/ Call me Shaq in new circles/ push a chevy Laker purple/ Grape Ape in N-A-P/ 24's bigger than frames on the face of Urkel/ Lames/ Fakin, knowin' I'll hurt you/ still trying to battle me/ Savagery in these words, man/ you settin up for a catastrophe/ best to come out after me/ Soundscan-wise/ Number 1 holdin the bullet/ Soundscan don't lie...
    Usually I leave you with a thought... Something halfway wise, for you to ponder in your day-to-day life... Not this time...
Quote of the Day: "Excuse me, while I whip this out!"-- Cleavon Little as "Black Bart"-- Blazing Saddles