ALBUM IN STORES JUNE 23RD!!!!!

YAY! I got a Thank You on F.L.Y (Fast Life Yungstaz) Album. I’m excited and happy and feel appreciated. So shout out to Shari “Check The Credits Hoe” Bryant, Profit, Vee, Miko McFly, Mook, TA and Dina. Great Team!!!

Now watch me surf and swag!

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I would never publicly publish works of art from this person because they really mean a lot to me, but sense he posted it on his myspace I guess its okay to share it with you all. I love this piece soooooo much!

Scream

I once saw who is now my love staggering in search for liberation. A proud run on her last leg, a wounded soul who somehow survived unearthly mutilation from one unworthy accumulation of pity, sorrow, and mistake, compiled into weak flesh, with thoughts from a useless decrepit mislead mind, while blood pumped through a sorry excuse for a heart. This being the idea of a man that she was used to, she would lock herself in closed quarters of depression where four walls would close in, and ceilings would push down and deaf sound, and floors would shatter under her feet so that the only direction that she could embrace was down.
Falling deeper and deeper!
She would open her mouth!
Tilt her brows to a 45 degree angle!
Squint her eyes til the inch long beauty lashes entangled to a fist!
Eyelids and bags wrinkled!
Shutting out every morsel of light from the sun! (if there ever was one!)
Take every notion of pain from her harsh reality she’d suffer!
Gather every fraction of sound her soft tone had ever uttered!
And for hours after another….
she would SCREAM…

For hours after another, she would SCREAM in hopes of some brazened knight who, when emboldened by her tone, shall appear upon menthol shaded steeds who gallop alongside unicorns chasing broken songs heard night after night through out the silent sky! Containing a love true enough to harmonize the silent dissonance! And once upon a night of healing, I, finally in her presence, grasped her heart and whispered into her longings, “I have blueprinted a night to remember.” A night that every woman deserves, of unparalleled bliss, sometimes just to let them know that what they pray for still actually exists.
I hauled her bruised body into the warmth of my arms. Still quivering and drenched from the combination of the freezing rain and her hopeless hopeful tears. Carried her upon the rose pedals strategically drawn from the front door to the stairs, along the stairs to the mattress where a mountain of more pedals spread. The room outlined in caramel scented candles to aromanize the sweet sound waves of the ballads that sung from the speakers, oils sat over the fireplace so that once I pour them along her skin the temperature may rise an additional 30 degrees. For so long, acclimated to reticence when away from her four walls, but not tonight my queen, I want to hear it.
I pinned her hands horizontally over her head and across the bed, took a deep breath and dived head first into a pool of passion deep enough to drown the bottom dwellers of the arctic! Falling deeper and deeper! Skin drenched! Dripping desires across each other’s fleshly surface! Slipping up and down but grasping the core! Moans loud enough to awaken the night cries of Lebanon! Tears leaking of sensation from what she swore was unreachable! Mind screaming answers from what she swore was unteachable!
Stress seeping!
Hair pulling!
Muscles tensing!
Hands gripping!
Toes pointing!
Hamstrings cramping!
Legs shaking!
Eyes rolling!
Her head violently whipped back from a reflex of whip lash til she stood face to face with the midnight moon who once sang for this moment! Mouth opening as wide as her hips allowed! And loud across the night sky heard from the roof of heaven to the roots of hell! From the tip of my imagination to the cuticle of her hardships!
She’d SCREAM!

From the tip of my imagination to the cuticle of her hardships! She’d SCREAM! Her cries sang to me across the Abydos skies! While the city dreamt, I’d lift her burdens upon my shoulders and cruise the hellspont moonlight after moonlight. With only her light and the spirit of Aphrodite to guide I’d extend to my fullest extent, just to find security in her embrace. Though I constantly swim the length of time to save her grief she remains MY hero, proving that every exertion ends in the satisfaction of her sweet sweet love. My lady lie waiting for me at the very moment, in her tower of Sestos she sways her hair in the mirror through the visage of a Goddess and sprays my favorite perfume as the midnight approaches. In the moment the owl whispers his dear sweet nothings to lead her into dream worlds my soul decamps into even the most abrasive of waves. I see the spot light, I hear the melody, the town’s in complete morose while my heart rises with jubilance and breathless expectation by each second! Our time is now, and now is forever, and forever is the love for my hero. Here I come

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