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We as a society need to support each other, people are always quick to elevate those who are already on top..we forget that those same people were at one point people we never heard of waiting for a chance to follow a dream...

Take chances on the up and comers they may have what you are wishing your favorite artist had....

with that being said check out Soundwaves the mix tape with beats by Ant Bell (@AntBell on twitter) and lyrics by Storm Session ( @GRPMusic on twitter )

SOUNDWAVES

.....And the Numbers are In ... (Thank Me Later -Drake)

...And Drake sold at least 463,000 copies (not including the other millions who downloaded the album when it leaked) his first week and has reached no. 1 on the Billboard charts ...


I was thinking of writing a review, but seems like according to the numbers most of you have heard the album..I am a fan of Drake and I do hope he as a person retains himself while in the midst of the "industry -the Monster," although some of the tracks reveal the struggle that most artist seem to go through.. well not only artist but people who dream and then reality strikes; Bittersweet. but he also posses the cocky free attitude of a young man who has the world in his hands with Jupiter between his toes.. on top, its amazing how he still comes off humble, attracting music lovers of all types (mass appeal)


One thing I will say is Thank Me Later is a solid album, if you like Drake you definitely got what you paid for, if you never liked any of his music maybe you should pass, but a couple tracks may peak your interest like "Resistance" which is my favorite track on the album and the one i think is (in my opinion)the most lyrical, also love the swag on "Thank Me Now"

Last Words..

this album is a motivator for dreamers and artist alike ... pick any line it will relate to you, and you can play it back and forth all the way through, it did take awhile for "Karaoke" to grow on me, if i had to pick a least favorite that would be the one.. so i would say pick it up.. but like I said you know you already have it. =)

Lost

His head bled on the sidewalk between Cambridge Art Supply and the CVS

Somewhere down the street from the Wendy’s where the bus stop stood,

Mass Ave,

He laid there, fetal position like a baby with a glare in his eye that indicated this wasn’t the first time

Nor did he expect it to be his last time in this predicament

Dark liquor spilled out from a shattered glass bottle that was once wrapped in a beat up brown paper bag

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From a Seed Became Fruit

Do we really know how we began, not us as a people but we as individuals,
It’s harder and harder these days with absentee parents and long distance lovers, close by baby mother and fathers to know the total history of our footsteps,
The actuality of our descent from descendents who were raised by grandparents in two family homes, with picket fences those who died on or escaped the lynches, but yet, yet even then do we truly know, the white blood that swallowed us whole with frisky masters who frisked house slaves days in and days after, shooting seeds in our histories bearing our current reality.. a lack of who we actually be.

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Nicki Minaj (Summer Jam)

So i went to Summer Jam in Mansfield,MA  on Saturday sponsored by Boston's very own JAMN 94.5. The featured artist were  Sam Adams, Clinton Sparks, Kevin Rudolph, Nicki Minaj, B.O.B, Drake, Trey Songz, Ludacris and Taio Cruz. All were very entertaining and i was not disappointed in any performance that night which was very pleasing. The two main acts that i was very interested and excited to see was the feisty bold sexy creative controversial Nicki Minaj, and every one's hometown dream kid Drake. Drake is a humble dude with a lot of personality and great stage presence (that hand really does oscillate at like 20mph though..haha)

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Go To War ( 3/28/08)

***Go to War***
Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

(Have you ever felt like you have given your all to some people in your life  ...you would basically go to war for them...but then when your going through things you look to your right and your left...and then u realize your facing a battle alone…**you can tell when I’m going through things because I write a hell of a lot** and this was just supposed to be a blog to get some stuff of my mind. even though I know a good amount of people don’t even care about what I write even those who claim to be friends or appreciate me…but you know with life sometimes u get used. and forgot about and I have come to realize as I’m getting older its time for me to accept people for what well.. Who they are…)

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To Never Say ___Again (4/11/08)

To Never Say ___Again

Love you and Love me to for I thought i would never say ___again//but to strong it crept on and before i knew it you loved me and to guilty i felt because i would never say ___ again//so i tried to overlook the past but then I looked at it again to recognize the mistakes i made again and again but since i have said would i thought i would never say again i believe it is time for change to set in because i do love again//
So strong the passion is, like you a lot, the inbetween the sheets is hot and you melt my heart//and boil my blood but i can never say___again//i can never say___again because it was to difficult when it dwindled away//and me and him forgot to say love again//it was so wrecthed and friendship crashed//so if i may add this caused my lips to never say___again//
but then again it never really is the brain that controls the lips when it comes to words like this//because raw emotion contributes to the feelings of toe's curling//and butterflies singings songs that birds originally sang//and birds dance because feathers are much lighter than the feet//and all this caused my lips to spark and finally admit that i love you like this//
So you can continue to be cocky and say that you got me because//i guess its true because you caught me saying i love you//before i caught myself in time to edit, erase and rewind // i guess the mind is sometimes slower than the heart// because never became a start//before i knew it those words were coming out//so i have said it more than ever because you force me//with every smile and kiss//argument and fight//you catch my breathe when i cant breath at night//its extremly hard sometimes but i know now that it is worth the fight//so with this i scream and i whisper// i call and i text// i ___you at your worst and your best

Witness A Shot (4/20/08)

Witness a Shot..:

A sharp loud puncture into the night sky, is suddenly keeping you up late at night, awakening your sleep, disturbing your dreams of finding a hidden treasure between the sheets, between the sheets a mother tosses and turns from a bad feeling she can't shake. She tries to close her eyes and erase the feeling, she holds on to hope while looking at the ceiling,

A loud puncture in the sky while birds separate and fly becoming the only witness to the last breaths that pant in the dark, In the darkest cold of nights in a poorly lit park, the last cries, the last scream the drip drops of tears mixed in with one last dream, one more wish left un granted but yet the last time for pain, the final suffering, the beginning of relief. One bird flies back acknowledging his witness to the message of the sound puncturing the night sky she flies to her window and sits

Still to toss and turn the night you cant bare as the sirens come by then disappear in the air, another victim you began to say, but the ambulance sounds are not what is keeping you awake//for It is so much more than that because now you struggle with your conscience//fearing its something lacked//once you hear the loud sound those 15 rounds you knew what it was//not just a moment that passes by at night//but the sound of someone losing love and life//your feeling guilty because your first thought were not those of sadness or empathy//it was a loud prayer demanding god that he not take anyone else from thee//please this time don't let it be one of mine put the pain on someone else's heart//let it be another nameless one//faceless in the dark

Through the pecking at her window awakening her false sleep// she looked at the time and realized her most feared feeling was now real// a terrible thought now revealed because a mother knows when the night no longer feels right//a connection lost, and a the soul beginning an honorable plight//a mother sits and stares out the window wishes to rewind time because if she would have known the last time was last she would have kept him home//or said so much more than bye//so much more than come home safe//I love you she did say but maybe in a different way//too much to wait for the call she knew it in her heart//but the confirmation of her thoughts was to unreal to believe//so unreal never thinking that this could be "my son is supposed to bury me"//repeating these lines through eyes to scared to cry//why would someone take mine?

Louder than an earthquake rattling the city a world spreading apart//slicing the ground//that piercing sound//you would think witnesses were all around//ready to testify to the fact that they could not  sleep at night due to that sound//they couldn't sleep because the sound of death resounded// they heard get away cars and footsteps//arguments and testimonials//but witnesses to the gospel turned blind eyes//they turned there backs when the plan was mentioned they shook there head and shut the door on there conscience// but rest assured birds due run free//and when you think your alone your truly not//for everyday is someone else's last//last cry//last laugh/last kiss//one more time to say I love you//and maybe a last time to confess//a last time to pray for forgiveness and hope//a time to battle against a prayer for someone wishes you were someone else's problem//you bore another's name faceless//nameless in the dark//someone to be forgotten about while memorials and candle sticks spark//a lonely sound of shot in the dark//so loud but muffled through cuffed ears//

Then once again you tossed and turned though the night and glanced at the silhouette of a bird against your window//thank god he wasn't mine//no connection and out of mind//but as you glance out the window you can not ignore the sight// horns beeping and a mother loud screams marching to an unofficial grave sight//while family members try to control the anger inside//your conscience begins to reappear as you realized they prayed the same as you that night//a mother asked god to bring her son home//let it be another//let it not be mine//but in return you felt to stay quiet for what you seen that night when you could not sleep was something inhumane and violent//the faces now you cannot escape for birds were not the only witnesses//but unlike you they fly free//for now you toss and turn nightly//you can no longer witness a shot blindly.

Black Barbie!!!? (Yes Ma'am)

             !!?Ok Ok....I know Nicki Minaj has done, taken, and ran with the the whole Barbie mentality...But I had this shirt way before she was celebrated for her barbie-isms. Her image is fine with me i am a Nicki Fan and her definition of a barbie to her fits who she is.. i can dig it.

But my thoughts on the matter are slightly different .. i admired not really Barbie but Black Barbie.

Why? you ask....& Whats the Difference?

Well why is because Barbie herself not jsut had everything she could dream of.. all the profession she has ever wanted as a child, all the cars, the money, the man. family, but she was always known for her confidence and beauty,  and she wasnt percieved as stuck up, or selfish. It was almost as if barbie was perfect, angelic if you will, and it is that that actually makes me admire barbie even more as a 20 something than i did when i was 5. Through life i can appreciate what is to have confidence and what it means.

Now the difference between the white barbie and the black barbie is simply this.. there is beauty in struggle... and black barbie has had to prove her self over and over again.. just like we as black women do. i believe that black barbie is not only more beautiful because of this she is stronger. Her battles are not just with society who may deem her unfit, or a lower quality, she must deal with children.. little girls of innocence who she is supposed to represent hate themselves so much they would rather pick her fairer skinned counter part. And she has been fighting for so long those little girls become women who have daughters and for some reason their misconception of beauty has still not changed..

I belive in you Black Barbie even though Walmart and Costco's try to downplay your worth by marking you down on store shelves as if your value is less than, i believe in you because i believe in myself.. To me you are the true definition of a Barbie. You Represent the struggle to be equal, a struggle than many of us face no matter your race, ethnicity, religion, creed, gender, or sexual orientation.

 Dedicated to all the black girls who cry when people give them Black Barbies, be beautiful strong and loving, being yourself is worth it know matter who says anything different.

                               A blog by Taylanee, Aka Taylanee Goddess, BKA Tavia