Dirty South.

I dont give a fuck, I just came to party.

ASMK

Sorry i have made no posts for awhile, havnt had sufficient time to post but now have all the time in the world.

Wutang enter the indie.

Dope album!

Written culture.

Day by day as people pass away, blood shed for no other reason then "Beef". Everything starts getting worse, The culture and meaning is no longer the same as it used to be, And no longer want to be apart of something which i once loved.

Dope.

Who needs discipline.

Get loose and Bust a good vibe.

Blame the weather.

Restrained by wetness, I keep my head down strolling through what once was dry and reminising on the freedom we had.

Nothing is the same anymore.

Crooks Photography.

Coming of age.

Discussion in class the other day, what will you do when you get alot older like the ages of 70? Will you want to be around? Planting myself in a chair and planting plants doesnt seem too appealing to me.

May He Rest In Peace.

Zoo York.

DEATHBOWL TO DOWNTOWN "Soul Artists" from Six Stair on Vimeo.

Memories.

Keep your money, keep your pity, I have what i want.

Almost at completion.

An unstable feeling, keep watch for the snakes and snitches who could one day cause trouble, A bump in the road could end such a thing, Watch as it grows and draws you in, you may not know what you've got until its gone.

Stand your ground, keep your balance, play it safe.

Written in blood

Trying to stop, Wanting to stop, Staining my hands over and over whilst having the possiblity of staining my future. There is no where i can go without thinking about it. Here is the exit.

Amazing

Childish games.

Kept my eye on you, I have you figured out, You dont fool me.

I Got Wood

My sudden urge to follow this new path, makes me feel good, makes me feel new. I like it

Rain rain go away

Rain falling to its end, falling all around me, wiping the weather away like it is nothing. Compromising our day to day activity like we are nothing, the rain has won.

Caution

Death arising, keep your distance this could be the ride of your life, arousing or deadly, crank the beats inhale a completely differnt world and slowly doze off...Duration of the journey is not your choice, life changing isnt it.

Eerie but funny.

Nightlife.

Night by night things change, People commit the unforgiving acts and destroy the humanity inside some, influenced or not look what we have come to. Nighty Night

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sorry i have not made any recent posts my internet has been down.

Before it all began.

Back in the day when there was no rules, We were invincible, We did not have to worry about constantly being watched, We did what we wanted, What has happened..?

Long live

Corroding like the earth, People slowly changing state, The words live on

Old photography of mine

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Taught

Back into the routine, The routine of getting up at the at not so humourous hours, Teachers watching your every move and commanding you to do things.

Current art project, Unfinished

Take care

Staring at an exact replica of my dad last night, like he was back, many feelings submerged. I wish he didnt have to leave.

ninety three

Whack

loneliness is murder on the mind, laying back doing nothing leaves you hungry.
My hunger is growing and murder is near.

The Unvailing

Head spinning, back on my feet, back on two wheels, trying to take control of myself
everyone seems to be weird at the moment or is it just me?
It seems that the one thing that seems to control me, the one thing that lets me be in my own world is back.

Plan B- Suzanne

Suzanne..
Takes you down to her place in the river..
You can hear the boats go by..
You can spend the say beside her..

Shes around here somewhere,
Somewhere here shes hid,
Somewhere in a canal by Camden Town,
Underneath a bridge.
That’s where he said he put her bits and bobs
Straight after what he did.
Everytime I pass the lock,
I stop and wonder where she is.
You see Suzanne was quite a looker,
Quite tasty for a high street hooker,
She had a nice shape,
Nice ass, nice breasts,
I guess that’s why he took her.
But then again,
You know what blud,
This guy was kinda messed.
So Suzanne’s death was probably more to do with torture,
Than it was to do with sex.
Nevertheless he was a sick sick cunt,
There aint no doubt about that.
His mental health was in a state,
But no one really knew about that.
Cause he lived alone all on his own,
And never spoke to neighbours,
Plus the guys next door was never home,
Cause they was always out ravin’.

Which made it pretty convenient,
?????
Still no one could hear her screamin’ when,
Her blood started squirtin’ on the ceilin’ n’
Dried to the wall ‘till the paint started peelin’ n’
Shes cut real bad, n’ still breathin’ in
Beggin’ him to stop but he wont cause he’s evil n’
He aint about to start wheezin’ n’..

Suzanne..
Takes you down (down)..
Takes you down, to her place in the river (river)
In the river..

It’s 10 o’clock on a Friday night,
Suzanne don’t know it but soon she’ll die,
She’s workin’ the streets like she does every night,
Pullin’ in punters left and right.
She sees one guy,
He’s like, “hi you wanna fuck?”
“Only if the price is right.”
Suzanne says with a smile on her face,
Screen goes blank,
Now their back at his place.
Back at his place,
Suzanne takes,
Off her clothes,
While he makes her a drink in the kitchen,
That’s what shes thinkin’
When she hears metal objects clinkin’
“Need any help?” She says loud and clear,
He don’t answer her back,
He’s only in the next room,
It’s not like he can’t hear,
Why’s he goin’ on like that?
Suzanne picks up a towel to cover her breasts n’ arrn,
And goes and sees wagwaan.
Suzanne screams,
So shocked at what shes just seen..

He’s holdin’ a knife and his eyes look Brock,
She makes a run for the door but it’s locked,
Slice slice slice,
Chop chop chop,
Suzanne’s screamin’ beggin’ him to stop.
But he won’t stop,
He don’t stop,
Not ‘till she stops strugglin’
She’s lyin’ on the floor in a pool-full of blood,
He goes in the other room to get something.

The main suspect in the notorious Camden lock murder investigation was convicted today.
41 year old ****, The Camden Ripper faces life in prisonment, after a jury convicted him guilty of all charges.
The body of Suzanne ****, his 5th victim, has still not been found. And police have given up the search.
**** Claims he threw her in the canal after decapitating her head, and severing her arms and legs from her torso.
Other breaking news today..

So we come to the end of the story,
Suzanne died deadfall gory,
Along with a string of other girls he already killed,
Cause they offered to pleasure him orally.
Now banged up not a threat now a figure,
Last you’ll hear of the Camden Ripper,
Unless of course he escapes,
Then you better give a second thought,
About walkin’ round showin’ off your figure.
However Suzanne,
Like I said man,
Her body parts still never been found,
Remember next time your walkin’ around,
Camden Lock to keep your eye out.
Cause you might see a piece of her floatin’ by,
Cotch on the bridge smokin’ weed,
Getting’ high,
Cause if shes there,
And need not lie,
Now he’s gonna live in jail for the rest of his life.

Takes you, Takes you Down..
In the, In the river..

"You Never Know" - Immortal Technique
(feat. Jean Grae)

[Verse 1]
She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with
Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire
Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless
At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids
The thug niggas always talking about, how they smoke kids
But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
"I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say
Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it
On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
'Cause they regretted the long list of niggas that they let hit it
And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
She spoke intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy
She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure

[Hook - Jean Grae]
Don't you know that, time waits for no man
Not fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, between you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know

[Verse 2]
Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it
So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute
I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower
We talked about, power to the people and such
We spent more time together but it was never enough
I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
I was too interested, in keeping it real
Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino",
And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets
To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you
Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo
We sailed del Barrio and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I went on with my life, college and my career
Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her
Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
came back, in tact and on track
But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home
My real niggas would catch me thinkin', out of my zone
Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone
Relatively well-known around the New York underground
But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
So I went and visited the building where she used to live
The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game
Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine
Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother ought to
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said

"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead
But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me"

What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone

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Crank it!

BONEZONE @ 4Seasons from Sam Erickson on Vimeo.

How does one simple and unreal thing change your perspective on alot like who you are, how others act, gives you dejavu of the rank happenings in your past which you would never want to think about
good things to come to the surface but it came with consiquences

Change of being

Room to room i get a different feeling, where ever i go, who ever im with, the music i am listening to at the time, is it just me with such an uncanny feeling? why does this change my state of mind... who knows

The killer instinct

This is the one place where i can express myself without being judged, the one place that is my own little world, the one place where i can express my thoughts staying as an unknown simple person, where i can do what i want and say what i want to say still staying as this unknown blogger.