Monday Ramble #48 “Arrested Development”
Posted: August 16, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: arrested development, birthday, central booking, Drake, God, jay-z, kanye, police officer, protect and serve, watch the throne 4 CommentsFor those that may almost care about this little known fact: I have been either arrested, detained or stopped by authorities on four occasions on or surrounding the actual date of my birthday.
This of course leads me to believe that God has likely cursed the day I was born and wants me to know that any chance of celebrating the anniversary of being brought into the world will be thwarted if he has any sayso.
Ok maybe God didn’t do that, but it sure feels like it.
And don’t get me wrong, I know the deal, everything happens for a reason…what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger…Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and blah blah friggin blah.
I was in a cell for two days without food, a visible clock, a decent seat or real sleep so pardon me if I’m not choosing the spiritual path on this fine day to cope with my misfortune.
It could’ve been a lot worse for me so I’m not tripping.
And I learned a lot during my short stay with my fellow cell buddies.
I met a few rappers, I met a bunch of rappers, a young dancer that smacked up his girlfriend, a coke dealer whose girl wouldn’t take the rap for him, a man with kidney failure that had his dialysis treatment halted by jail, one guy that got locked for holding a train door open for a kid, another swiped his Metrocard for someone he didn’t know and got accused of selling swipes, and I even ran into a fan or two.
The system is the system, and once you’re arrested, they want you to go through it as an inconvenience that will hopefully deter you from coming close to doing any sort of crime again.
“To Protect and Serve” should not be the mantra of the police force. I don’t even have the extreme “eff the police” view that some folks have but I will say that they are more like a fraternity than a gang.
The force is made up of individuals who may not actually change because of the badge, but they use the power of the badge to be who they really are. They could have been corny in high school, in love with firearms, obsessed with power, all of these characteristics lead to folks that forget about helping a community and become concerned with numbers, provoking fear, and making sure they go home in one piece.
All that means they’ll do whatever to ensure their safety, including making you feel like the assailant and victim all at once.
I don’t know what it is about freedom that’s so precious. Until you lose it, then you know exactly what it is. Asking permission to use the bathroom, or to use the phone, not knowing what time it is, and not seeing daylight are the small things we take for granted and they can be snatched from us because another human being has the right to do so.
You are subject to restrictions because of the laws built in the space you reside in based on a certain time period, and these guys are the protectors of those laws…supposedly.
Smoking weed in one area of the world is illegal while somewhere else it isn’t. Killing in the hood is unlawful but murdering for your country is cool. And this is the justice system we humans made up. A jury of your peers will decide your fate if you ever do something that extreme. But what if you don’t do anything extreme but you still end up in a precinct?
For some of you this sounds foreign. Why would a police officer detain you or even harass you if you weren’t doing something wrong? It is because that is their job. It doesn’t mean firemen have to be arsonists or doctors should spread diseases but the best security guard in the world may get praised more for handling an incident over a low incident rate.
Was I supposed to feel cool that some people in Central Booking recognized me as an emcee? I didn’t. Was I supposed to have a lawyer on retainer for instances like this? Maybe definitely.
Should I feel like I never want to go through that process again so I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I don’t? That’s their plan. Or is it?
When so many cases get thrown out for being foolery, the system may seem to suffer and waste time but I still had to pay a court fee and that Booking area will be just as packed tonight with charges that won’t stick, teens that won’t be as affected as I was, and dudes that have been there so many times that they’re on a first name basis with officers.
I can tell you that two days away from the world is nothing compared to real time in prison. The difference for most people going to jail is that they wake up that day knowing they’re going or aware that they are about to do something that may land them there.
The similarity is that both are treated like a number and like someone that deserves to be behind bars.
So here I am, still mad at myself, disappointed for missing my own bday shindig, trying not to hate the law enforcement occupation, and you were waiting for a Watch The Throne review.
Well I heard it, I watched it, I learned a lot about Jay’s watch collection and his new fixation on the “ugh” adlib, both of their bank accounts, and for some strange reason I’m anticipating a Drake album. I know right, I made that face too. Shout to Ye and Jay though for making people pay attention and attempting to do some groundbreaking stuff.
Update: By some strange happenstance I ran into the officer that arrested me when I was leaving the studio last night, he said he wanted to let me go and then laughed when I told him I spent two days in there. He laughed alone.
Tell me your authority story…
Ban “Otis” freestyles!
Monday Ramble #47 – “Mac And Me”
Posted: August 1, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: apple, best buy, defective, ebay, external hard drive, geek squad, hard drive, labtop, laptop, mac and me, mac support store, macbook, monday ramble 47, the wire, warranty 3 CommentsAs none of you may know, last Monday I was working on a piece of writing to give to you guys when my MacBook decided to freeze.
I allowed someone else to use it while I was in the studio and he forced a shutdown that resulted in a white screen when I rebooted the joint.
I panicked, took out the battery, restarted it, blah, blah, blah, called Apple, they sent me to a Mac store in Brooklyn
where parking doesn’t exist and the technician told me my hard drive was gone and I needed to pay him $250 for a new one and installation, and another $150 to get my data.
Doesn’t sound bad right? But I don’t just have $250 to throw around based on someone’s word that I don’t know. So I pouted a little bit (not in a gay way), stared at him blankly (not in a gay way), and he basically said he couldn’t do it for free since my warranty was up.
He saw that I wasn’t about to offer that money up so freely so he gave me some advice.
He told me to go to Best Buy and buy a hard drive and come back and they would install it for $100. Jackpot!
I rushed to Best Buy on the other side of town, copped the drive and headed back to the Mac store thinking I would be up and running.
They said it wasn’t $100, it was $130 and it would take 2 days. Well that wasn’t cool but at least I was gonna get my “baby” back.
I got back to my Brooklyn place of residence and felt withdrawal. I wanted to go online and pay a bill, post a ramble, browse eBay, download music, watch an old episode of The Wire but instead I just sat there.
My blackberry came in handy but it just wasn’t the same. And then I got a call from the Mac store saying that the drive I bought was defective.
“Defective? What does that mean?”
They started to explain.
“I know what that means but what does that mean for me? I have to come get it, return it, and get a new one and bring it back?
You can’t fix the defectiveness? No? No that’s not a word, or no you can’t do it?
Ok fine.”
So the next day I decided to go get it and after parking 5 blocks away I noticed a tiny sign that said there was free parking in a lot across the street for the Mac support store customers. Thank you small sign for being visible as I drove by 12 times.
I promise I’m going to sum this story up quickly but I picked up the drive and thought maybe I could save some time if Best Buy did the installation for the same price or even if they charged more I would save gas money and just have the Geek Squad knock it out.
So I decided to take my laptop as well to Best Buy, made the exchange on the defective drive and found out they wanted $180 to install it and put a new operating system. That’s $50 more than the Mac people.
No thank you. As I was leaving out I noticed the box for the drive was already opened. The cashier chick tried to get me. She gave me back the defective drive that I came to exchange and if I hadn’t checked it, I would have had to come back again. I wasn’t pissed but I was suddenly aware that human error exists. And that fact alone made me wonder if my computer was really broken.
That Mac guy spoke too fast, almost like…like a Mack…sure he told me how to save money but he also told me I could retrieve my data for $150. That would have been a quick $400 that he looked like he was going to throw in his pocket.
And as I returned there, and got to the counter, ready to hand over my money and my new drive and my MacBook, something told me to turn it on and see what happened.
Mac Daddy looked like he didn’t want me to give it a try before I gave it in but I did. And you know what happened?
The white light and blank screen that I had expected to see never came up.
Instead I saw my screen, my files, my songs, and my programs. What the heaven was going on? Why is this working sir?
“Oh let me run a diagnostic on the drive,” he says. Oh now you want to do that? So last time you used x-ray vision? You ran over it with your feelings? You just asked it what was wrong and it answered, “hard drive…need new one…help,” is that what happened Mr. Mac guy?
You better hope that diagnosis comes back negative or bad or whatever, that thing better be sick and need a new something or else you guys are…well I don’t have a consequence yet but I’m cooking something up.
So everything was actually fine and he told me to keep the drive just in case. And that was it, I bought an external to back up my entire computer for insurance and I had a new appreciation for technology, human mistakes and coincidence.
So this is why I have not rambled in a few weeks and now here I am rambling about why I haven’t when I don’t even know if you care about the reason or the ramble.
But you’re here so maybe you do. If I’ve just wasted your time, don’t think of this in the terms of computers and drives and mumbo jumbo jargon that most ignorant rap guys shouldn’t know anyway, think about trusting people that are supposed professionals, ponder how dependent you are on digital entertainment and know that patience is one of those attributes that can be applied to mostly any situation when panic seems like the number one option.
Sure my Mac may have been trying to tell me something like go read a book, or take some days off from staring at me, or clean this dust off me, or maybe my laptop was bored and wanted to go outside and see New York while I’m here.
Maybe the guy that was using it touched her wrong and kept referring to her as a “labtop” and that’s why she blanked on me. Maybe it can’t talk or think at all and things just happen.
Either way, you now have last week’s entry and an explanation as to why it is late.
So I may perform in Brooklyn this Thursday at Southpaw, and I don’t know what songs I’m doing or if it even matters. I find myself not knowing the answer to many questions nowadays. But at least I have my computer back to look stuff up.
Monday Ramble #46 “All-White Everything”
Posted: August 1, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: Adidas, all white, all white everything, all-white parties, big don, bouncer, club owner, Diddy, Guess jeans, hamptons, Levi's, party, security, The Wiz 8 CommentsWritten July 25th, 2011
I forgot that I didn’t write a ramble last Monday until someone reminded me this past weekend.
And I honestly couldn’t remember why it had slipped my mind, but then it hit me that I might have been slightly fatigued from getting in late from my boy Big Don’s birthday party last Sunday.
The party was good, it had a strong turnout and all that, but I wasn’t allowed inside for maybe 45 minutes after I arrived. And why was a superstar like myself stuck outside of a New York party for so long you ask?
Well this event happened to be an All-White Party.
That’s right folks…all-white. Not 100% Caucasian attendants, but your gear had to be all one color.
Now I was aware of this fact when I got the flyer for the shindig but I’ve been to white parties before.
White parties are supposed to have a Heavenly theme I’m guessing and give off some sort of uniform look but not everyone is into wearing a uniform to the club.
So usually guys underdress and will rock a shirt with white in it, or a white tee, or some regular white sneakers or they throw on burgundy to stand out and show the white party throwers that they are against the grain.
Of course you always have your people that have outfits in their closet ready for stuff like this.
Linen suits, white shirt and matching pants, I even saw some Adidas pants and cargo shorts. But I, on the other hand do not own any white bottoms. I used to have some white shorts but I don’t know where they are and I’m sure they have a stain on them anyway.
So I came through with a borrowed white shirt, a pair of jeans, and some white kicks assuming that I was going to fall in between the people that chose to wear red or black and the other end of the spectrum would be the folks that went hard with suits and white shoes, white belts, white underwear and a white person on their arm.
Unfortunately the rules were strict and my blue jeans were spotted almost a block away and they told me I wasn’t going to be allowed inside. How often do you know the head of security of a club and the owner but you can’t get in?
It wasn’t embarrassing but it was interesting. Most of the ladies had it figured out: white dresses, white tight tops and shorts.
But dudes that showed up sans white pantaloons were very bothered. They argued, beefed, complained but the owner didn’t budge. He said he was even allowing shorts in the club as long as they were white.
And here I was in disbelief and awe that I couldn’t get in with blue jeans. One of my peoples suggested we try and find some store in the city and buy some white Levi’s…at 1:30 a.m. The thought almost sounded logical for 16 seconds then I drifted off to the idea of me spending money on a pair of jeans I most likely wouldn’t rock again until another white party.
I had white Guess jeans in high school, I wonder where they are. They probably walked out of my house in the 90’s from neglect.
So then I told the bouncer that I was waiting on my friend to bring some bleach and I would be all good, people found that funny, but I really think if I had some bleach, there were some dudes out there that would have considered whitening their garments to gain entry.
I was used to being discriminated against because of the color of my skin. Was I really being shut out because of the color of my jeans?
Hadn’t we come too far as a race to be creating this clothing segregation?
I walked up again and said that I had some Klan members in the hood that were bringing me a hood and robe so I can get cleared.
More laughter from security but one of them wasn’t laughing. In fact he was seriously offended by anyone that showed up without all white on. He told one dude that it wasn’t his call to deny partygoers but why would you even play yourself and wear blue to an all white party? As much as that should have bothered me, it didn’t.
Nor did seeing my peoples from around my way dressed accordingly down to their white shoes. Was I a fool? Did I miss something all these years I passed by the white jean section? I saw someone get inside with white basketball shorts so maybe I’m just thinking too hard.
White is a color, and colors are just reflections of light anyway…or something like that. I know that if it was an all-gray party or all-turquoise party, I had some outfits ready to go.
And if it was in the Hamptons, and Diddy invited me, then I definitely would have went shopping for it and I would have bought some white bottoms.
The truth is I do need to get with the program. What if this happens again? What if there’s an all-white function that would change my life? What if you have to wear all white in Heaven and I don’t have the proper attire?
I eventually got inside and so did everyone that was complaining. I heard a bunch of southern music, I saw people swag surfing, popping bottles, sweating up their blanco clothing, and that’s when someone spilled a drink on me that missed my shirt but landed on my jeans. The jeans that were supposed to be white.
Do you shy away from color parties? Do you wear all-black when you’re told to? And what’s the point of it? Do they want the pictures of the party to look cool or does the person throwing the shindig just want to be The Wiz in control of the color? How would you feel throwing an all-brown event and no one obeys, but you need to fill your party? I guess you would feel silly that no one heeded your request.
But if you said free all night if you wear brown or all brown liquor free, then people would come correct. At least all-white events don’t have the same meaning that they had in say 1948. If that is the silver lining, then I shall accept it.
Monday Ramble #45 Happy Nest Per Suit
Posted: July 11, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: MDMA, Meth, monday ramble, Monday Ramble #45 Happy Nest Per Suit, Pursuit of Happyness, sha stimuli, Thomas Jefferson, Will Smith 7 CommentsA few days ago I was watching The Pursuit of Happyness and I was listening to Will Smith speak about Thomas Jefferson writing in the Declaration of Independence or whatever important paper it was when he mentioned “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
I’m not even sure what liberty is but just like Will pointed out, Thomas had the notion that happy wasn’t something one could just feel.
It was an emotion that had to be sought, desired, chased, and pursued even.
How did he know back in 1776 or whenever it was, way before luxury cars, platinum jewelry and butt implants, that happiness wasn’t something you could just make happen?
I’m sure there were people that were happy back then. They weren’t aware that washing machines, GPS or chicken sandwiches weren’t invented yet, and it didn’t matter.
He was ahead of his time I think.
Most of us are running around looking for “happy.”
We don’t just wake up smiling about life everyday. We’re waiting on a new job, or retirement, or graduation, or more money to be ecstatic about where we are.

But when was the last time you actually caught a goal that you chased and in that moment it felt nothing like you ever imagined?
You won that award, got that raise, made it on the radio, but you instantly felt as if there was more to accomplish.
You immediately looked ahead to the next feat and thought that enjoying this one would be premature.
Or maybe you’re a celebratory individual that parties when something big goes down. Does that mean you caught “happy” and no longer pursue it?
Probably not.
Another day goes by and you’re hoping tomorrow brings a larger dose of good tides than yesterday.
But if the earth revolves around the sun and the sun never really rises or sets, are days and nights even real?
Or are we just using figments of our imagination to measure time and make ourselves think that in some next amount of hours in the future, our world will improve?
I’ve been popping in episodes of The Wire recently and that was when it hit me.
I was watching this character “Bubbles,” who was fighting drug addiction and I was observing all those fiends going hard for the narcotic of their choice and I realized they are my role models.

These people decided that heroine is their ultimate dream so they chase it like nothing else.
Hygiene, the opposite sex, and worldly possessions mean absolutely nothing to a crackhead or dope fiend.
They want their fix and they’ll do whatever for it.
How real is that? It’s so inspiring. They’ve skipped the middleman totally and figured it all out.
See we all are out here focusing on good health, eating right, working out just so we can live longer. But what if living longer doesn’t equal what they feel when they’re high? Who says that someone needs to live long?
The only folks that denounce drug use are sober people. I bet if any of us had some heroine we would give up our HD TVs and laptops and go out and attempt to feel that magical feeling again
We would get off Facebook, stop pursuing happiness and go shoot up right in our bloodstream…then maybe we’d go on Twitter to spread the word about how misguided you were before you discovered the truth.
Weed is ok but it doesn’t make you want to quit bathing and sell all your clothes. That must be true bliss that most of us are missing out on.
I need the intangible will of a fiend. I’m going to hang out with a homeless addict and see what it’s like to get rid of all pride and just go after the basics.
I’m sure they eat enough food to stay breathing but that’s it. There’s only one primary objective.
That has to be the answer that Thomas Jeff was speaking on.
I bet he knew that most of us would beat around the bush creating fictional levels of achievement and we would focus on what we own and measure our worth.
If you think I’m going to go out and try some Meth or MDMA or something I’m not. And heroine doesn’t appeal to me either. I don’t need anything artificial to enhance my existence other than the same material crap that we all crave.
I’m not brave enough to get so high that it might actually eclipse my thirst for the elusive idea that we label success.
No I don’t know what success is but I know that once I define it then reach it, I still have a tough time accepting “happy.”
So yes there are times when I play with a toddler, share a laugh about the old days or catch a dunk off the rebound and inside my heart there’s a joyous feeling that takes over for a brief moment. But somehow bills, gas prices, my career and the chances that Hell may be an authentic location snap me back into a realm of reality.
So what does this all mean?
A Calling infused with a purpose and a freakish passion to wake up daily and do something that makes your soul smile might bring you closer to ending the actual pursuit…and then you might just be what TJ wrote about.
Or there’s always excessive drinking, cocaine or heroine to take you to that place. I’m selling.
Thanks for leaving a comment on this one.
Monday Ramble #44 If You Want My Advice…
Posted: June 20, 2011 Filed under: Almost Funny, Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: Amy Winehouse, Chicken selects, Ciroc, Diddy, Drinking and Driving, DWI, habitual-self-question-asker person., Hennessy, McDonald's, Moet, Nivea, Patron, sipping and steering 5 Comments
One thing you should never do is drink a few glasses of Ciroc vodka at an open bar event and then have a glass of straight Hennessy afterwards on a school night.
But if you do find yourself mixing dark and white liquor by accident, definitely do not accept one or two glasses of Moët champagne after you’re finished the other alcohol. It doesn’t matter what the celebration is. That would be a mistake. Trust me.
Sometimes it’s hard to say no to folks, so if you find that difficult and you go ahead and sip the bubbly after the Henny and the Diddy-endorsed poison, you should thwart any peer pressure to join in on a Patron shot. That would be lethal and idiotic. I would never condone anything like that.

Yet if you can’t refuse people’s generosity, and you want to be a part of the festivities, and it looks cool, and you don’t want to come off like a lame, and you must partake in the elixir, do yourself a favor and make sure you’re not driving home.
Although you may tell yourself that you sober up behind the wheel, or enough time passed, or God is with you, it’s not worth it.
But for argument’s sake, if you have to get home and there’s no other method than in your vehicle, just have someone ride with you to keep you up and attentive.
On the other hand, if you came alone and you must leave alone then do not drive fast or crazy.
Though if you need to drive fast, try not to stop at a fast food restaurant late at night because that’s a bad mixture.
In case hunger calls and you cannot, not answer, please, please do not go to a McDonald’s drive-thru. Stop yourself right away.
But if the golden arches mesmerize you and you happen to end up talking to a distorted voiced lady in a machine at 2am, then find one close to your home and order some finger food like nuggets or those crispy strips that are ok every one out of four times. But the important thing is not to order five when they ask you how many. Get three and do not order anything extra like apple pies. You don’t need all that.

On the contrary, you may feel really hungry and if you do order the 5-piece and two apple pies from a Mickey D’s that you thought was the closest to you but it isn’t, it’s ok, just don’t eat and drive.
But if you absolutely have to eat and drive, use a napkin, pay attention to the other thingies that look like cars and only eat the fries because warming them up in the microwave is senseless anyway.
Just don’t try to apply ketchup in the car…unless you absolutely need ketchup then go ahead, it’s your world. Whatever you do, don’t get home and eat both pies, just eat one.
Unless you’re extremely starving, then do you, but the most important part of the evening is to not fall asleep on the floor in your clothes because that’s just not cool. And alcohol and food need to settle while you’re upright and awake.

There is a chance that you may fall unconscious wherever you digested the food and I understand that. The morning will be a time of mystery about how you made it home, what made you drink so much and why you didn’t save one pie.
You don’t listen.
DWI is serious. Some people think it’s funny and they can just jump in a car intoxicated and the effects will wear off magically.
Am I one of those people? I would answer that but I would hate to be one of those people that always asks questions directed at themselves and answers them any chance they get?
“Was I excited?
Yes.
But was I afraid?
Kind of.
Now would I go back?
Hell yea.”
Can you shut up? Yes I do it too. I interrogate myself a few times in conversation but only because the person I was talking to didn’t ask the right question to get the information I needed to communicate.
“Am I happy the Mavericks beat the Heat?
Sort of.
Am I more excited to see Dirk win than LeBron lose?
I’m not sure.
Do I wish baseball season wasn’t 12 months a year?
Yes I do.”
See, in order to get those responses, only I could do the interview. So I get you habitual-self-question-asker person. But be aware if you’re one of those folks.
And also take notice if you’re a chronic lister that uses numbers or letters.
You know the folks that rundown their reasons for the most random stuff in list form all the damn time. But sometimes they mix up the prefix.
A female friend of mine said,
“Number 1, I don’t even like him like that.
Number 2, there’s mad fish in the sea.”
Then she rambled on with some reasoning explaining her reason and went back in where she left off,
“And C, I ain’t really that fat.”
See you can’t go from “number 2” to “C.”
There has to be consistency if you’re a chronic lister. I know humans like this. They love to give you visual charts to show their feelings.
And I applaud them; just don’t confuse me when you start to give me the list. And don’t throw in 1A or 2B, that’s just too tough to keep up with.
I know you may not feel like it’s important to listen to me because I am not an authority figure on alcohol or English or human relations or baseball…and that’s cool.
I don’t blame you.
But I became reflective recently after sipping and steering one night, then I was watching Amy Winehouse stumble on stage and I read that Nivea crashed her car with her baby inside because she was drunk.
And I thought to myself, “this isn’t funny, I need to let people know the wrong I’ve done.” But I laughed while I said it so it negated the serious tone.
Then I asked, “Does anyone really care?
1) Not really
B) Maybe
3a) I’m writing this anyway, it’s my site and I can do what I want to.
Monday Ramble #43 Down With The King: Why LeBron James Is Better Than All Of Us
Posted: June 13, 2011 Filed under: Just thoughts, MONDAY RAMBLE 2 Comments
Man I wish I could talk about something other than the NBA Finals. But since baseball season is everyday, I feel obligated to extend the sport I love by speaking on it although the season has ended.
A few weeks ago I wrote this long ramble voicing my opinion on Scottie Pippen’s comments about LeBron James. It started out insightful, then it got a little critical, and then I realized I didn’t want to write anything negative about millionaire entertainers.
Ironically LeBron’s post-game statement about his detractors was similar to a realization I made in my own piece.
He mentioned his haters would have the same issues today that they had yesterday. He actually said the people were “rooting on me to fail.” Rooting on? Man he needed a year of college but anyway…
To me that says, “eff the fans” or in the words of Jalen Rose, LeBron is saying, “I lost a game, but I’m not a loser in life.”
I admit I was one of the haters of “The Decision.”
I was totally pissed that he joined an offensive player like Dwyane Wade, who we would rather see him matched up against.
But now I realize that my opinion doesn’t matter. Most of the time I’m watching LeBron play on television I speak to the screen, I yell obscenities, I ask questions that get answered by no one and that’s when it hit me.
I am a fool. I might as well root for a villain in the X-Men movie that I know is going to lose, I am the person telling the game show contestant which door to choose even though they cannot hear me. It’s like I’m wishing Bishop didn’t shoot Raheim or I’m trying to stop Arnold and Dudley from going to the bike shop, these occurrences are going down and there’s nothing I can do but witness.
Is LeBron better than Kobe?
No.
Is he anywhere near Michael Jordan?
His hairline is but when you have to shoot 3s or dunk on people to score then obviously something’s missing from your game.
I don’t want to get into that crap because then I’ll sound like a sports analyst and you’ll think I care when you dispute my opinion.

What I do care about is our reason for comparing everyone and everything. Why do we need to ask if Dirk Nowitzki can be compared to Larry Bird, if Shaq was better than Wilt, if your ex was better than your current?
We compare all day. The price of name brand grocery to the store brand, your first kid to your second one, do you like breasts or backsides, light skin or dark, Jesus or Allah, Hangover 1 or 2, Chris Rock or Dave Chappelle, Star Wars or Star Trek, Tyler Perry or Spike Lee? It goes on and on.
We love to say things like “it wasn’t better than the first one” or “it wasn’t as good as last time.”
I do it all the time. One thing can be great but we wonder about its greatness contrasted against another thing. A while back, our weekly radio show took a look at love vs. money. We wanted to know if money was a factor in people’s decisions when dealing with relationships.
Some people called up and said love rules all, others said if you’re not financially stable then you’re not ready to be in a relationship. One caller even said men should “holla back when they get their weight up.”
I tried to reason with her and let her know it would be tough for anyone, male or female to be told to go and fix themselves then return. “Go get your money right, come back and we’ll see what it is.”
That’s like telling someone to get their weight down, or let their hair grow, or get a better wardrobe, or go read a few books, get a better personality and I’ll consider you.
Does it mean you take someone “as is” all the time? Not technically, but it does mean that you see something in the person you chose that outshines the things that you don’t see. And sometimes you are the piece that’s missing in their life that makes them want to workout, make more money, eat right, sacrifice sleep, or simply become a better version of themselves.
But it’s much easier to compare them to your last person, or the next person you’ll meet or some celebrity on a screen or website.
So what’s my point you ask?
LeBron James is a professional athlete. He is not worried about how he’s going to pay for daycare or when he should get his brakes fixed, there aren’t any bill collectors with his cell number.
But he does have a receding hairline, pressure to win, and a city that despises him. All of those are issues most of us would take on if it came along with his salary and endorsement deals…but would we really?
How good must it feel to know that you can buy almost anything? How weird it must feel to know that everyone else sees you as someone that can buy almost anything? And now Bron hints that his haters and former fans are just peasants with problems and poverty that can only talk about him with contempt while they live their miserable lives and are subjected to viewing commercials, highlights and footage of him living the life most can only dream of. King James worked so hard to be what he is today.
But Michael Jordan may have out worked every human being that did any job ever.

He knew how to score before he learned how to shoot, then he decided to play defense, then he figured out how to win and get his team involved, then he became semi-cool with his competition but only to get inside their heads and beat them again and again as he made up false rumors about himself to get motivated.
He retired and returned after feeling lost. He fired himself up, won 3 more titles and walked away on top only to come back just to see if he still had it without the springs. He did, but it wasn’t the same. And now he’s in the hall of fame upset that he can’t play again and prove to this era that he’s better than them. He gave a speech that expressed he felt sorry for his kids, was still irked about a decision his college coach made and he invited the guy that took his spot on the team in HS to the ceremony.
These aren’t your typical “I’m happy I’m the greatest ever” moves.
And with all that there may be a slight possibility that in years to come, LeBron James will realize his own greatness, a sense of competitiveness will kick in and we will truly witness a player like no other. Size, speed, strength, shooting, scoring, stopping others and a will to be on top. And what will we do?
Search for a comparison.
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Monday Ramble #42 “The Break Up 2: The Proposal…Behind The Rhymes”
Posted: June 6, 2011 Filed under: MONDAY RAMBLE | Tags: Alone, Be HAppy, DJ Victorious, DWI, Feel Good, Forever, Hard, Help, How does it feel, Kerry Washington, Mary J. Blige, monday ramble, No Clothes On, sha stimuli, Slowing down, Something Bout You, Superstar, The Break up 2: The Proposal, The Happening, Tracklisting, Wake Up and Go 1 CommentToday I am releasing a project entitled The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal. You may wonder why there’s a break-up and a marriage proposal in the same title. The music is about a man that is considering the leap into the realm of matrimony, and he is faced with fears, doubts, and outside pressure. The break-up part of the title is mainly about identification with the brand DJ Victorious and I started with a CD called The Break Up in 2008, coupled with the fact that a proposal doesn’t always end with an affirmative answer.
So let me take you on a rhyme and reason journey for a collection of material that men and women will find relatable.
I started this disc off with an internal glance instead of an external one. If you’ve ever had a thought in your head that maybe you were supposed to be without a soulmate on this earth, then this record is for you. Some of us have reached an age or simply a time in our lives where we still haven’t met “the one” and if you have you didn’t know it. Hence the feeling that The Creator messed up and didn’t place a person on the planet compatible for you. So I penned the record, “Alone” with the question blooming in my mind as to whether I’m meant to end up that way.
“Imagine someone telling you they’re locked in/to a situation with you ‘til they find a better option.” -Alone.
So to further analyze my own insecurity I realized that in order to love others I must first love myself. The first words from Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” came to mind as I got my boy N.I.K to croon, “How can I love somebody else if I can’t love myself enough to know…”
Well I know plenty of us look outside ourselves when it comes to relationships. We judge, we expect, we wait, we hope the other person changes but how many times do we go within to look at what we have going on? Not too often. This song helped me figure that out, maybe that’s why it’s called “Help.”
“I had to see my grandma die/before I got a Grammy yea I fantasize/I never celebrated Valentine’s now y’all trying to turn me into Family Guy.” –Help.
For most of my time dealing with women I thought it was cool to be desired. Then I began to yearn for the feeling of being open. I wanted to know what that was like and I wrote “So High” as a song about physically turning someone out, but I truthfully wanted to feel the experience I was speaking on. That might be confusing. What I mean is I wanted to float like I’ve seen some people do. They get all enamored and goofy over someone…until it’s over.
It makes you not even want to go up if you have to fall.
“Your feet might be touching the ground but you gon feel like you up in the clouds.” –So High.
Coming down includes highs and lows. “All About Us” is a tale that chronicles an issue of outside interference. Friends with opinions, haters doubting your partner, Exes knocking at doors are all forms of intrusion that can make two people separate. Sometimes you have to tune others out and focus on what you have with whom you have it with.
“From what I could feel, people think they Dr. Phil but we got it locked and sealed.” –All About Us.
When I first started my mission to become a hip-hop superstar, I thought I would be rich, famous and forced to date a supermodel, actress or singer. Now that I am on a new mission to reach people through powerful, human messages, I don’t care much about the status of my mate.
But doing music does make one feel like you need someone with star power. “Superstar” is my ode to every woman out there that is a celebrity in her own right. If you would love to make your woman that works a job, raises kids and is not in front a camera all the time, feel like she’s a pop icon when she’s on your arm then play this for her.
“I treat you like you the one on the stage and there’s nothing that could get in our way.” –Superstar.
I’ve been in situations where I see someone in a relationship that isn’t working and I want to save them. But I know that’s unrealistic. So instead I wrote a song that makes a slight comparison to my girl’s old relationship and what I can bring to the table. We all have current people in our lives that were with someone else before us and sometimes we exist in their shadow whether they were good or bad.
So “Feel Good” is my way of telling my lady that I am not like the dude she was dealing with before.
“Heaven on Earth if your mind can just imagine it/Paradise, Garden of Eden, Jesus of Nazareth/couldn’t bless you more I cant even find an adjective/good is an understatement…” –Feel Good.
In my days I’ve come across couples that cite finances as a serious issue. “Look At Us” is about the doubts a female may have that her man is not in the place she needs him to be in terms of stability. She is uncertain they can make it since romance without finance is a no-no.
This song suggests that the bread is coming and the focus should be on happiness even though this is real life and bills must be paid. I don’t think there’s a right answer to this riddle but I know this topic gets real.
“You seem a little unsure, is it cause you want more/like somebody unpoor, I don’t think we’re done for/I know how you feeling, I been reaching for the stars, putting scratches on my ceiling.” –Look At Us.
If you believe you know all there is to know about marriage then you probably just haven’t been faced with enough scenarios. I decided to list a bunch of “what ifs” that don’t necessarily have an answer but they will spark thought in “The Happening.”
From a guy meeting a flirty chick, to a girl running into a smooth character while they both have a loving spouse at home. How do you deal with an Ex that you feel like taking down one more time? How do you fight off the flossing stranger willing to do things your main love wouldn’t?
“If I’m chilling at the Wal-Mart trying to buy underwear, cashier smiling heavy/She says ‘holla if you need help trying these shorts on’ and wrote her number down already.” –The Happening.
I compiled brief anecdotes about my boy who stopped rapping and started a family, my radio interview with Angela Yee and my run-in with an Ex-chick and these stories all surround my fear of commitment and falling for someone.
I do believe that when you do go in headfirst in a relationship you shouldn’t fall for someone. Falling in love suggests that one day you must land, or get up. I would rather stand up in it, remain who I am, respect myself and my partner and that way if I need to walk away I’m already standing. And if it works out, then we’re both in it wholeheartedly and clearheaded.
“I always said that I would never fall in love, ‘cause I stand up in anything I do.” –Hard.
But if that doesn’t work and you have to argue and fight it out, do it naked. I have a temper that I keep in check, jealousy doesn’t look good on me, and yelling isn’t my thing. So I have created a method that will save a lot of relationships.
“Tell me everything I do to piss you off don’t hold it in/and I will kiss you in between every statement until it ends.” –No Clothes On.
I don’t condone following this foolish anthem for driving while intoxicated but my method back in the days was take some shots, grab someone else’s car and see what happens. I didn’t like hurting people and it made me feel bad and I didn’t enjoy being hurt so in order to fight depression I would hit highways with bottles in the whip.
I’ve come a long way since then and now I drink in my own car…I’m joking.
“Liquor store, Hennessy, plastic cups? No thanks,Verrazano, Turnpike I show you how the pros drink.” –DWI.
“Commitment is dumb, marriages are doomed, all I hear is homie yo don’t ever jump the broom.” So why did I make this CD? Well with me being against the institution of marriage, I always said it would take the feeling of wanting someone so much that I would crush my opinions about broom jumping. I guesstimated that plenty of men wanted to pick someone that would make them throw out their rules and preconceived notions. So I wrote “Something About You.”
Throw in the fact that there are a lot of gold diggers, fast chicks and cheaters out there and you have someone ready to slow down. I wrote some short stories about encounters with different women that led me to feeling like it may time to chill.
“And if it sounds like you won by default…Who cares I’m caught?” –Slowing Down?
When you slow down, folks from the past pop up and some of them act like they have the right to hate on your current situation. Imagine going out to dinner with an Ex that expresses interest even though they ended it with you. Yea you can see it, you would show off your ring, your good life and let them know they messed up. And you would probably ask them “How Does it Feel?” And get D’Angelo to sing to them. I did.
And then you would hope that what you have lasts. “Forever” is a long ass time and we throw the word around like it’s nothing. The ideology of a permanent partner always there through sickness, health, poverty, wealth, weight fluctuation, hair loss etc, is interesting. Well it’s actually insane but we shoot for it, we claim it and even though divorce is as popular as leggings and body magic, marriages are still going down.
Don’t let me scare you though. Don’t worry about flicks like Why Did I Get Married and I Think I Love My Wife and The Break Up or the screenplay I’m writing entitled, Don’t Do It Dummy, I’m Serious…Ok Do It, I Won’t Say I Told You So.
Be your own person and follow your heart…or whatever cliché phrase sounds good. Now that you’re running to download this masterpiece, here is a link to do so.
The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal
And if you feel like donating, I shall put the music on iTunes soon. Thank you for reading and listening.
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