Training Camp

Those guys I did the song with...went with them to Training Camp @ Club Pyramid. I was part of the entourage,looking as sexy as I wanted to be. And I can take constructive criticism. But I felt like they was trying to come at my head and use me for my sexual prowess. My best friend's ex the CEO (Red Tape), and my ex is one of the rappers (Sin Blood). He the one in the white and black. And my phone never takes pictures at the right time.

So yeah. Sin and Tape actually give me encouragement. They tell me to work hard and have patience,stop being so eager. And they told me how I need to conduct myself in public. I liked that. They told me I sucked without telling me I sucked.

Them out of the way, just wanted to say I can't respect a nigga that tells me I got to suck and fuck the whole crew to get down....the 2 unnamed niggas. I don't do that. As sexually charged as I act and dress I'm not a ho, I'm not trading favors. I don't want to be Lil Kim or Foxy Brown. If my poetry is nasty. My bars have no choice but to get nasty. Cuz I feel like poetry is rap without the hook and the beat.

I know I ain't nice as Hov...yet. But I feel like I'm nice in my development. I just need to work on my delivery and my flow. I be aight. I don't know I guess they (un named assholes) thought by telling me I was trash I would be so upset and hungry to be on the team I would drop to the floor and suck their just forming dicks.

I ain't a booth rat bird. And just because they think that I should be I have to be the nicest.I have to be nicer. I have to be nicer. I must be the best. Number 1 because if you a female you got to work 500% harder....I won't lose...definitely not to them

You know what I hate?

He said,"Why don't you stick with poetry?"


"Because I'm a rapper."

"You lie to yourself too much"

"If you think so"

Broke Ass

Aint been to work since Monday. Sprained arm. Occupational Hazard. Damn those pole tricks.

Fucking Tired (Weak Chest)

Because dead ass. I love blogging. And I cant do it because I have reherse, spit, and get to the club on time.
I eventually knew I would have to travel into the realm of adulthood. But I'm a child at heart that means sans 9 to 5 or any job I got to work 8 hours. Alast I got to work to look fly because I going on a block money strike. Except from the dudes that make it rain on me.
So I need to make enuf money to pay bills my poetry bookings dont cover. And besides that I want to buy a house in Honduras so I saving my money hard body. Then there is the book, the LP, the publishing company and the record label.
And if somewhat important to me you know I'm suffering from an affliction that makes it hard for me to breath let alone. Stand on my feet and climb poles all night. Thank you Newpipe and the World Health Organization. For all the cancer patients you have produced.
The only thing good I can say about that is that I debuted at Bada Bing's Gentlemen's Club and was recieved very lovingly by bartenders and customers...Made sum decent guap for it to be a Monday night.
I'm off to Philly this Friday for the R.A.N.D.O.M. showcase. Got to get sum fly kicks and sum gold leggings because I'm the feature. Yayyy!!!
Watever God is in attendance I want to thank him because I really blew up since I've been on my open mic and slam bizness. I'm getting booked sum serious paper for a chick who can barely memorize her shit. I think my Grandpa watching over me...for real thank u Mr. Dean

Dont be mad cuz I can dance...

There was like this little dancehall contest last night some other gal one, i was runner up but the other chick was looking sick out the face. I just came to dance not to make a scene. So I went bout my bizness smoking my L. When I went in the bathroom she came in after me but I was already in the toilet and this was how it went...
Lame bitch: She had to be a stripper cuz u only where them types of thongs when u dancing i been to strip clubs before
Her friend: Yeah thats the only reason. She move around like she having a seizure. She kept covering her lightr when she was lighting her blunt like she was outside. Crackheads do that...
(I comes out, washes my hand, dry it, look at them through the mirror and say)
"Yeah you can only get this if you dance...." bent over so they could see the design good, then I walked out. I'm not fighting bitches no more. I'm ENLIGHTENED

FYI: when u stand close to the speakers it blow the lighter out

Me and B

Its like a ritual. She get her thug on I gets my dance on. Everybody kno us by Lil and Big Sister. All the shorties buy us drinks first. The DJ scream our names as soon as we walk in (blowing us up). We dance all night. Sometimes on the speakers. Bud's is my favorite club for a couple of reasons 1)Its nearby 2)Its a yard affair always 3) you can smoke. Friday night is all bout that cab, that piff, them lights and my sister. Love you Byina. Ebony too.