Time: 3:39 pm.
Date: Saturday, March 1st.
Spot: Cafe on Valencia in the Mission. SF,CA
The only thing that has my head sane right now
is the new Erykah. Telephone, My People, Me, The Healer
have been on constant repeat. Oh and the joint
from Mama’s Gun, Green Eye’s.
Oh, I got some of that new Pete too. That Jim Jones collabo
is by far one of the most grizzliest, soulful joints I have heard
since…..I don’t know when. Hip Hop is Dead, maybe. The Black
Remember the I Can’t listen to Nas post? Well, I don’t think
I would be upright this weekend without Telephone.
Erykah is going so hard on Telephone, Its like she is talking to me.
Sometimes its hard to move/ you see when your growing publicly
But if I have to choose between/ I choose me
Had two babies different dudes/ and for them both my love was true
This is my last interview/ Can’t miss me
This year I turn 36/ Damn it seem it came so quick
Ass and legs have gotten thick/ Its so me
–Me New Amerykah 2008
This time last week, I was fielding calls and coordinating
text messages from the Tea Lounge in Brooklyn.
It pains me how personal these post are going to be.
Filthy stays on me about the fact that
when you are honest when you write, the more likley
you can take the reader to another place.
The snow symbolized that other things were in store for me.
The trip showed me a couple of things. The first was that
with prayer and asking for help from friends, anything is possible,
It also confirmed that I would be single, real soon,
whether I wanted to admit it or not, and that hurt.
Today I am.
Being forced to reconsider your truth is real.
Erykah is underrated.