*NOTE: THIS BLOG is LENGTHY...But Heavy/Good
"I presented my feminine side with flowers/ She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat/ And these two lips might soon eclipse/ Your brightest hopes." -Saul Williams
*SCENE 1: "Dead Nigga Boulevard"
...Just as fast as you HAD your present thought, you lost it. And itz simply...
"On to the next one."
Just as sure as you HAD your past lover......something broke. Maybe it was communication...(key). Maybe it was remembering how to appreciate that person and just having fun being with them in the moments y'all shared...(crucial). Or maybe it was remembering how to keep sex dynamic and lively...(vital). Or maybe...somebody just stopped caring as much as the other person...
"Fail."
Just as sure as the heart beats.........just as certain as the night sky gutted THIS day of itz light...I, Mo.Jey, have seen it.
"I seen it before."
I seen it with my own eyes. And.....and I think I loved you, but then......I think I don't. Or maybe I do, but I bet you won't. Thas the "toss and turn" of my right mind at war with my left mind. And.....and just like close encounters...
"...of a fucked up kind"
I time my line and RE-remember the exact reason I was even sent to earth, to begin with. My reflection in the mirror is me, in reverse. But, my eyes see clearly every time I walk by the quiet woman with the 3 or 4 kids in the grocery store. Or the thrift shop.
Our eyes meet........and for that one moment, frozen in time......I see her dispair and her pain....like...
"LORD how did I get this point?"
One anonymous moment in time. No words need be spoken. I see my mother in her eyes. And though I'm an only child.......I know her story and the story of those 3 or 4 children, all too well. So I smile. Not to flirt......this shit is PAST that level.
I smile...cuz I see my mother as a young woman, trying to make it in this world......in this woman's eyes. I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. So I smile, because...quite honestly - most of the niggas she's met don't GENUINELY smile at her. Like in that way that says...
"Sista...WE got your back!"
I smile simply to let her know.......sum of us cats out here - care about her in ways that have nuthin to do with wanting her number, wanting to get with her or sex. Itz a smile that says.....you're a woman.....and I'm a man......and we BOTH...
"Strugglin' to survive in THIS bitch!"
...but you can make it thru just like I can. Yes........I seen it. I seen it before, a trillion times. The coolest, most pussy gettin'ness dude in my high school...is now an outta his mind space invader who will rob his own MAMA to smoke crack. And the FINEST chick in high school...is now a drunk who fucks men and women, depending on who shows her the most money.....and provides her with the most attention. I ain't knockin' what any person DOES........but I will say, they are the residents of...
"Dead Nigga Boulevard"
The same streets I grew up on.......I wouldn't allow my kids to go anywhere near 'em. Thas REAL! Dead Nigga Boulevard...........I seen it before. Lil' hot ass teenage girls out walkin' the streets at a quarter til midnight, sum as young as 12 (pre-teen or younger) or 13....dressing and acting like they ready to fuck! Yeah......I said it like that. I said it EXACTLY the way I witness it going down. And then these teenage boys......BOYS, who either DON'T have fathers or they do...and the fathers don't care enough to tell 'em to...
"PULL UP YO GOTDAMN PANTS!"
These kids...running around, like lil' punks. I say "pussified".........becuz they walk around in packs of no less than 3......lookin' as hard as they possibly can. Not cuz they're REALLY-truly gully! But becuz deep down inside......they're scared to fuckin' DEATH of what the world will show their fragile asses if they roll alone.
"I don't TRAVEL w/no entourage, period!"
Dead Nigga Boulevard...where grown ass men be tryna holla at 13 and 14 year-old little girls...and they be PROUD of that shit! Quiet as itz kept......you dead beat ass dads MIGHT wanna watch that......cuz you might fuck around and be hollerin' at a 14 year-old girl that turns out to be your OWN damn daughter.
"I seen it.......I seen it before!"
As Amel Larrieux once stated: "Is there nothing, sacred anymore?"
We often times get together to try to solve the problem(s) of what's plaguing the black community. And believe me - I dig the dialogue. But.....when will we start WORKING at fixing what's wrong with us??? Most rich black people (NOT all) ain't Reeeeeeeeeally-REALLY trying to help other black folks who have ideas or who are TRULY trying...
"TRUST...I've SEEN IT before" (they KNOW who they are...RUN tell THAT shit!)
Like........I got a business idea...and you got the means to invest......but you so amused by your own "success"....you ain't even thinkin' about helping your BROTHA! NO....I ain't saying you obligated to help EVERYBODY...
"M.C. Hammer...God Bless him"
...but 1 or 2 people...c'mon man. ESPECIALLY if itz a family member that you KNOW is out here busting their ass to try to make it! Like....one of my things is....when my film production company gets rolling......I wanna direct 1 film per year......and THEN produce a film per year for an unknown director....plus develop screenplays for UNKNOWN screenwriters. Why?
Simply because I KNOW what itz like to NOT have someone believe in what you are trying to create. Sometimes.......a simple assist can be the difference between a person continuing to believe in themselves VS. giving up and maybe even killing themselves. But the catch is.......I wanna produce these films for unknown directors...and stay the HELL outta their spotlight. No interviews for me....interview that director. Or those actors. Or the screenwriter. But NOT me as the producer. Becuz, ultimately, I'm doing what GOD wants me to do.....and my reward comes after I leave here.
(I'm on a roll...sorry so long)
Itz like my music...........my shit is all the way delayed! I ain't ashamed........I don't have the finances to be paying hundreds of dollars for studio time.....not when I'm trying to feed my family. I've even told a few cats.......man - if the mixtape is 21 joints and I sell it for $7 or $8......if you allow me to record it and you mix it.....you get HALF of every sell until I get u paid. And I OVERSTAND everybody wants to make money...NEEDS to make money! But not one person has said...
"Man, I know what itz like to be where you are.....and I'ma help you get yo shit recorded."
I thought about giving up for a half of ONE second - last week. Just all out, FUCK MUSIC.....I'll never get shit out! But then I thought about when I let my 3 kids hear the EDITED version of "Therapy (For Cell)" which is supposed to be on my mixtape disc.......and how excited they were to hear "daddy's song". So excited that my middle child Ahmir went to church singing...
"Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, LOL on the screen" (one of the lines in the song)
...and itz THAT reaction - that let's me know I can't quit! Cuz in essence, to quit, is to give up on a dream. Just like many of the cats I see - who reside on Dead Nigga Boulevard. And in that.............the smile I give to a sista or even a brotha - to let them know...they are NOT alone and to keep fighting for your dreams and what YOU believe in. That smile I give...if I were to quit....would be my greatest contradiction.
And I ain't dead yet...
*SCENE 2: "SING, The Honey Bee's Sting..."
(Off the top of my head poetry)
There's no contract for a held breath
And death don't come in 3's
Or in nigga pleas
"Please"
So if you freeze the moment
You will forever BE: free: falling
With no one to catch you at the bottom
And no one to pull you back
To the place where you firmly stood
Sinking in the quick sands of time
As we...
"SING, the honey bee's sting"
For the freedom ring's tone
Becuz it don't quite fit the finger
Right.......or left
Where the the last breath snickered
At your caramel coated dreams
While holding itz nuts
"Exhale"
Becuz ex-hell causes you to rebel yell
In the loudest whispers
And muted pitches for the curved dick
Life is a bitch spittin' fuckery
Over broken beats and warped snares
But hey piano man
Sing a little song for me
"SING, the honey bee's sting"
As freedom rings, round Saturn
Nocturnal, like texting the S-O-S
On my cell
With no therapy to anoint the muse
Annoyed, dazed and confused
By the last heartbeat
Which finds life and death
Before the next second wept
Sweet Jesus
We're sanctified and profane
Simultaneously
But we never catch the same beat
Cuz you cannot see the way my eyes see
Or breathe the air my lungs breathe
But you can...
"SING, the honey bee's sting"
From memory
Cuz surely, you've lost love
On a two way street
But it never found itz way home to your dreams again
Cuz THAT muthafucka got run over
On a highway
We tried to EQ the words of what we felt
But the decibels were too low to sound off
And ain't no 808's gon' lockdown love
So every breath you take
Becomes the very heartbreak
You was tryna to shake
When you first met me...
(And now......he's gone)
Written by Monty Jey for JeyMo's Precious Child Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by T. LaMonte Jenkins.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Volume I/Part 27: "I Hope/You Dream"
*SCENE 1: "Hope, I..."
...And when I looked in my 2-way mirror this morning...
"Good MorNian"
...I saw my reflection in HD. The good. The bad. And the ugly. And I was kinda hoping somebody else mighta seen it too. With their own eyes.....like my reflection was a mirror image of their own. Perfectly imperfect, perhaps. But the truth is......only God saw my reflection in that mirror this morning. I didn't stare too long. You know, I...........I didn't wanna trap myself, INSIDE myself. I......I didn't wanna, box my soul in. Even though I have been know to channel souls as I shadowbox with the breakbeats of my own heart.
"Beat. Beat. Beat."
I wasn't hallucinating as I looked into my own eyes. As I looked at my own tattoo'd skin. I wasn't debating within myself - about my place in this time. In this world. I was simply looking at my reflection and...
"Reflecting"
...at just how far I've come. As a child. As a boy who has become a man. As a lover. As a father. And just how far I have, left to travel. So far to go yet........yet, so little time. Time moves much faster now. And at times, I get pissed with myself - for even wasting time on summa the most mundane and utterly unimportant things life offers you on any given day.
"Times a wasting...don't you waste your time young man."
I heard that in a really beautiful song once, from a really beautiful and talented sista. A sista, who, sometimes is misunderstood. Like me. Like me, the young man she seemed to be speaking too.
"iHope"
I'm sitting here, thinking about my reflection. So easy to get lost in this night sky......staring up thru the clouds. I can still see the stars. I can still as far as I did when I was just a little boy. A little boy losing his fight for innocence. I still see clearly...
"Thank God for baby carrots...lol"
I'm reflecting light. But sometimes the light gets smothered by the darkness. The darkness of others. Of others who are not me. Others who could never be me. Others who misunderstand my intentions.
"Lost in translation."
I can only say......."walk a mile in mine." Walk a mile in my shoes and it'll still take 6 more miles to to grasp the dynamics of my DNA. 7 miles...and 6 degrees separated. LOL. So easy to assume - I hate my dad. But here it is...
"I. Do. NOT. Hate."
I mean...........what the fuck man. We are all given a choice. A choice on how we live. How we choose to think. Breathe. React. And I ain't never said I was perfect. Nor am I in the form of "iRobot".......so...yeah, I hurt. I bleed. I have real tears, which are now suppressed. This is life's test. Every living breathing waking second is your test! When I took my first breath.....I entered the lecture hall with an A+. And life is my semester. And how I perform over the course of my "semester" will determine whether I pass...
"Heaven"
...or fail.
"Hell"
So......naw, I don't hate no one, especially not my own dad. I ain't always happy with shit he does...but, hell - he prolly ain't always happy with shit I do either. But...I was sent here by way of him and my mother. And you only get ONE mother and father. Regardless of the outcome......when they leave...they're gone. The only thing I ever really dreamed was to...
*SCENE 2: "Dream, You..."
The only thing I ever really dreamed was to...to dream you in perfect pictures. Where life ain't a check to check gamble on your rent. Where you can truly separate the truth from the lies.
I dream you like epihanies that were never really meant to end. Like...I'm rockin' the mic and I been on this stage for 4 hours...
"The Legendary Roots Crew"
...but it only feels like I been on stage for 5 minutes. Becuz I LOVE the spiritual connect I have with my audience. "Do You Want More?". I'm dreaming you like, when "Things Fall Apart"...........and you go left when I go right. Or vice versa. And for some reason we never seem to find our way outta this ditch. Life's a bitch with a "V" on her chest for vendetta. And many-a-hearts have stopped listening to the melodies...
"Til Death......but Do We Part?"
I dream you before my demise that we may one day touch the sky. Even if for a second. Becuz life ain't worth living if you DON'T dare to dream.
"I HOPE you dream..."
...Me, better than I dream myself. Becuz even though my dreamscapes are etched in stone........I now dream my dreams of the future, solely for my children. Nunna THIS is for me! Every single success I ever have from RIGHT NOW...
"Write now"
...til the day I am......ashes to dust....itz ALL for Cheyenne, Ahmir & Thomas. I don't dream in distance. I dream persistence. And patience. And peace. And peace.
"And pieces of peace."
I dream that you love me more than I love myself....which is an infinite amount of love. I dream Oscar for Best Actor.....the perfect gift for my mother. I dream Grammy...the perfect gift for a dad that I don't always see eye to eye with.....but always dreamed of being close with. But most of all.......I dare myself to dream so big that - one day, when my life is over.......
......I'll be able to see my grandmother, Odessa. And meet the grandfather who passed 1 year before I was born, Chester. And Big Daddy, my great-grandfather. And Brown T. Jenkins, Sr. - my dad's father. And Gordon Woodson, my uncle. And Jan Davis my aunt. And Big Mama, my great-grandmother. And every other family member or ancestor who came here before me or left before me. Because each one of them play a distinct role in making me who I am. My memory of each one of them is the reason I write the way I write. Or rap the way I rap. Or sing the way I sing. Or play a character the way I choose to play a character. Because.....even though I ain't perfect. Even though I don't ALWAYS say the right things......when itz all said and done...I dream that I make them proud. So yeah man.....for anybody who took the time to read this...
"I Hope You Dream too."
For Mom & Dad...
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
...And when I looked in my 2-way mirror this morning...
"Good MorNian"
...I saw my reflection in HD. The good. The bad. And the ugly. And I was kinda hoping somebody else mighta seen it too. With their own eyes.....like my reflection was a mirror image of their own. Perfectly imperfect, perhaps. But the truth is......only God saw my reflection in that mirror this morning. I didn't stare too long. You know, I...........I didn't wanna trap myself, INSIDE myself. I......I didn't wanna, box my soul in. Even though I have been know to channel souls as I shadowbox with the breakbeats of my own heart.
"Beat. Beat. Beat."
I wasn't hallucinating as I looked into my own eyes. As I looked at my own tattoo'd skin. I wasn't debating within myself - about my place in this time. In this world. I was simply looking at my reflection and...
"Reflecting"
...at just how far I've come. As a child. As a boy who has become a man. As a lover. As a father. And just how far I have, left to travel. So far to go yet........yet, so little time. Time moves much faster now. And at times, I get pissed with myself - for even wasting time on summa the most mundane and utterly unimportant things life offers you on any given day.
"Times a wasting...don't you waste your time young man."
I heard that in a really beautiful song once, from a really beautiful and talented sista. A sista, who, sometimes is misunderstood. Like me. Like me, the young man she seemed to be speaking too.
"iHope"
I'm sitting here, thinking about my reflection. So easy to get lost in this night sky......staring up thru the clouds. I can still see the stars. I can still as far as I did when I was just a little boy. A little boy losing his fight for innocence. I still see clearly...
"Thank God for baby carrots...lol"
I'm reflecting light. But sometimes the light gets smothered by the darkness. The darkness of others. Of others who are not me. Others who could never be me. Others who misunderstand my intentions.
"Lost in translation."
I can only say......."walk a mile in mine." Walk a mile in my shoes and it'll still take 6 more miles to to grasp the dynamics of my DNA. 7 miles...and 6 degrees separated. LOL. So easy to assume - I hate my dad. But here it is...
"I. Do. NOT. Hate."
I mean...........what the fuck man. We are all given a choice. A choice on how we live. How we choose to think. Breathe. React. And I ain't never said I was perfect. Nor am I in the form of "iRobot".......so...yeah, I hurt. I bleed. I have real tears, which are now suppressed. This is life's test. Every living breathing waking second is your test! When I took my first breath.....I entered the lecture hall with an A+. And life is my semester. And how I perform over the course of my "semester" will determine whether I pass...
"Heaven"
...or fail.
"Hell"
So......naw, I don't hate no one, especially not my own dad. I ain't always happy with shit he does...but, hell - he prolly ain't always happy with shit I do either. But...I was sent here by way of him and my mother. And you only get ONE mother and father. Regardless of the outcome......when they leave...they're gone. The only thing I ever really dreamed was to...
*SCENE 2: "Dream, You..."
The only thing I ever really dreamed was to...to dream you in perfect pictures. Where life ain't a check to check gamble on your rent. Where you can truly separate the truth from the lies.
I dream you like epihanies that were never really meant to end. Like...I'm rockin' the mic and I been on this stage for 4 hours...
"The Legendary Roots Crew"
...but it only feels like I been on stage for 5 minutes. Becuz I LOVE the spiritual connect I have with my audience. "Do You Want More?". I'm dreaming you like, when "Things Fall Apart"...........and you go left when I go right. Or vice versa. And for some reason we never seem to find our way outta this ditch. Life's a bitch with a "V" on her chest for vendetta. And many-a-hearts have stopped listening to the melodies...
"Til Death......but Do We Part?"
I dream you before my demise that we may one day touch the sky. Even if for a second. Becuz life ain't worth living if you DON'T dare to dream.
"I HOPE you dream..."
...Me, better than I dream myself. Becuz even though my dreamscapes are etched in stone........I now dream my dreams of the future, solely for my children. Nunna THIS is for me! Every single success I ever have from RIGHT NOW...
"Write now"
...til the day I am......ashes to dust....itz ALL for Cheyenne, Ahmir & Thomas. I don't dream in distance. I dream persistence. And patience. And peace. And peace.
"And pieces of peace."
I dream that you love me more than I love myself....which is an infinite amount of love. I dream Oscar for Best Actor.....the perfect gift for my mother. I dream Grammy...the perfect gift for a dad that I don't always see eye to eye with.....but always dreamed of being close with. But most of all.......I dare myself to dream so big that - one day, when my life is over.......
......I'll be able to see my grandmother, Odessa. And meet the grandfather who passed 1 year before I was born, Chester. And Big Daddy, my great-grandfather. And Brown T. Jenkins, Sr. - my dad's father. And Gordon Woodson, my uncle. And Jan Davis my aunt. And Big Mama, my great-grandmother. And every other family member or ancestor who came here before me or left before me. Because each one of them play a distinct role in making me who I am. My memory of each one of them is the reason I write the way I write. Or rap the way I rap. Or sing the way I sing. Or play a character the way I choose to play a character. Because.....even though I ain't perfect. Even though I don't ALWAYS say the right things......when itz all said and done...I dream that I make them proud. So yeah man.....for anybody who took the time to read this...
"I Hope You Dream too."
For Mom & Dad...
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Volume I/Part 26: "Razors For Lasers"
*DISCLAIMER: I understand...summa y'all may not wanna read all this due to the nature of this blog's tone or itz strong language or both. But, you're welcome to...
*SCENE 1: "The Racer Laser - (Wait...Less Nest)"
...Itz a celebration BITCHES! I wanna announce to the world...the sneaky "I created an account to spy on you" niggas...the snitches, the haters, the posers AND the pussies who hide behind their social website alias...that THIS......is a celebration! Because just as sure as the night sky is slayed by the dawn's early light...EVERYDAY. I, Monty Jey, am - in fact - speed racing to my eventual demise.
"RT @leggswideopen @WhoIsMoJey watch what you say you never know who's watching plus who may know your wife SMH" (6/4/2010 Tweet I received on Twitter)
Lemme say in regards to the above quote......that I really laughed about it at first when I received this "anonymous" tweet on Twitter. But then...............the temperature started rising. And the pure absurdity of the statement started to sink in. And let's just say, I didn't have a "W.W.J.D." moment of clarity when laughter gave way to being pissed. It was a classic case of......well, I know my moms is reading this - but I'ma say it anyway...it was a classic case of:
"BITCH...you came in on the ASS end of the convo & have NO conceptual idea, whatsoever, of what you're talkin' about."
(Put It In The Air)
I don't care what ANYBODY thinks they may have read from anything I may so gractiously post on Twitter or Facebook..............until you ask ME directly, what the meaning is...you are simply an ASSuming PRICK who apparently has no kinda life outside of combing the internet for the latest shit to gossip about. The realest shit I ever speak is when a person has the courage to ASK ME what sumthin I've written, means. And let's be real..................itz the INTERNET fucker. Fall back! Grow sum balls. Get a life!
So......yeah. I'm speed racing to my own - inevitable demise. That, cannot be avoided or changed. And I wouldn't even try to avoid if I could. Becuz, what goes up - must come down. And just as sure as I took my 1st breath on April 19th......I will eventually take my last. Thing is......in my race, I'm pacing myself. As an artist......it is MANDATORY that I promote my "brand". Every person I meet directly or indirectly - is a potential fan. A potential supporter of what I create. AND THAT will never be taken for granted. So HELL YEAH I have conversations with various people. Sometimes, about my various forms of art.....sometimes about life itself. And if you a bitch or a snitch who has a problem. I'd suggest that you vacate the premises pronto el finito. Becuz ultimately......I'm the nigga who WILL have the mic in his hand last........and I will slice you wit the razor blade under my tongue.
"Real Speak"
*SCENE 2: "The Raise Her Laser - (Weightlessness)"
...But just as light can be harsh.......it can also be filtered to soften the glare. This ain't my Lazarus moment.......but I will always UPlift her, as the Queen she's supposed to be. The Queen she was born to be. Every single time I grab a pen to write about her - I am enamored by the sheer essence of who she is. The transparency of what she represents. I tell her about my frustrations with my family...
("That was written for the Facebook SNITCH")
...and my career. Or...just life in general. And she is the ONLY one who truly listens, without passing judgment or trying to read 'tween the lines to see IF I'm trying to fuck around.
(THAT was for my newfound Twitter "Police Officer")
Simply put..........she always has my back. Always keeps me warm in this cold, cold, crazy world. And for that, I honor and respect her.....like the Queen she was born to be. Even when other niggas pop off and disrespect her. I UPlift her when she feels less than beautiful. I may say sumthin profound.....or profane.....or just all out funny as hell. And every time.......the smile returns....and life moves forward.
And itz within those little frozen moments that I realize that - what we share together is more real than anything I have ever experienced...in my lifetime. And for that......I Love & Respect her. Just like the Queen she is MEANT to be.
So NOW.......am I talkin' about: A woman? My .9 Milli? OR Hip-Hop?
*SCENE 3: "The Razor Laser - (BREATHE In)"
I don't even remember the date and time. But.....at this rate on my line, I'm deep sea diving tryna find my OWN way to...
"Release."
Release, becuz...well, hell - even the RICHEST of men - have problems they gotta joust with. I ain't immune. And I am nobody's victim. I'm simply man enough to say..........perfection, will not be obtained on THIS night.....unless - I miraculously walk on water. And THAT...would be the beginning of the end...
(i.e. The Second Coming of Christ)
And we all know.........I ain't even CLOSE to being Christ. So, itz open and shut. I got problems. Personal, household shit. Parental shit. Financial shit. Career shit. HATER shit. And........when it all starts to pile up on my shoulders......I have a choice to either - dig deep and stand firm......or buckle and fold.
"I. Will Not. Lose!"
I'm not a man of steel. Nigga...bullets don't bounce off my skin. I bleed REAL blood. I have real feelings that hurt. When you assume shit, thinkin' you know me....thas ONE thing. But when you assume shit thinkin' you know me......and then go HO(e)TEL another person as if your words are the "gospel".....well, that shit bothers me. I'm a human being. So.......I either ignore it. OR...my razors become...
"Lasers"
...which beam from a survivalistic stand point. I got...41 tattoos that represent various scars. I got 99 problems - and 98 of 'em are bitches. And when everything starts crashing down at once...
"System Overload"
...and let the tongue lashings begin. What I'm saying here is this. SOME PEOPLE are - genuinely happy and thrilled to see positive things happen for you within the daily travails of your personal life travels. And then...SOME PEOPLE are genuinely miserable with their own reflection in the mirror. So miserable in fact - that their greatest JOY is in seeing other people fail or stumble...
"They pray and pray for my downfall."
But since I'm no self-absurbed, prick......I won't dwell on the topic of that mortal hell. I will simply remember very well.....every single thing thas been said or done. No grudges. But most definitely a "V" for vendetta. Itz almost like Kanye said...
"Just remember that you talkin' to me...you need to watch the way you talkin' to me..."
I AIN'T arrogant, by no means. But I ain't timid, or passive either. I do NOT forget shit. Period!
(I'm HIGH BEAMIN')
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
*SCENE 1: "The Racer Laser - (Wait...Less Nest)"
...Itz a celebration BITCHES! I wanna announce to the world...the sneaky "I created an account to spy on you" niggas...the snitches, the haters, the posers AND the pussies who hide behind their social website alias...that THIS......is a celebration! Because just as sure as the night sky is slayed by the dawn's early light...EVERYDAY. I, Monty Jey, am - in fact - speed racing to my eventual demise.
"RT @leggswideopen @WhoIsMoJey watch what you say you never know who's watching plus who may know your wife SMH" (6/4/2010 Tweet I received on Twitter)
Lemme say in regards to the above quote......that I really laughed about it at first when I received this "anonymous" tweet on Twitter. But then...............the temperature started rising. And the pure absurdity of the statement started to sink in. And let's just say, I didn't have a "W.W.J.D." moment of clarity when laughter gave way to being pissed. It was a classic case of......well, I know my moms is reading this - but I'ma say it anyway...it was a classic case of:
"BITCH...you came in on the ASS end of the convo & have NO conceptual idea, whatsoever, of what you're talkin' about."
(Put It In The Air)
I don't care what ANYBODY thinks they may have read from anything I may so gractiously post on Twitter or Facebook..............until you ask ME directly, what the meaning is...you are simply an ASSuming PRICK who apparently has no kinda life outside of combing the internet for the latest shit to gossip about. The realest shit I ever speak is when a person has the courage to ASK ME what sumthin I've written, means. And let's be real..................itz the INTERNET fucker. Fall back! Grow sum balls. Get a life!
So......yeah. I'm speed racing to my own - inevitable demise. That, cannot be avoided or changed. And I wouldn't even try to avoid if I could. Becuz, what goes up - must come down. And just as sure as I took my 1st breath on April 19th......I will eventually take my last. Thing is......in my race, I'm pacing myself. As an artist......it is MANDATORY that I promote my "brand". Every person I meet directly or indirectly - is a potential fan. A potential supporter of what I create. AND THAT will never be taken for granted. So HELL YEAH I have conversations with various people. Sometimes, about my various forms of art.....sometimes about life itself. And if you a bitch or a snitch who has a problem. I'd suggest that you vacate the premises pronto el finito. Becuz ultimately......I'm the nigga who WILL have the mic in his hand last........and I will slice you wit the razor blade under my tongue.
"Real Speak"
*SCENE 2: "The Raise Her Laser - (Weightlessness)"
...But just as light can be harsh.......it can also be filtered to soften the glare. This ain't my Lazarus moment.......but I will always UPlift her, as the Queen she's supposed to be. The Queen she was born to be. Every single time I grab a pen to write about her - I am enamored by the sheer essence of who she is. The transparency of what she represents. I tell her about my frustrations with my family...
("That was written for the Facebook SNITCH")
...and my career. Or...just life in general. And she is the ONLY one who truly listens, without passing judgment or trying to read 'tween the lines to see IF I'm trying to fuck around.
(THAT was for my newfound Twitter "Police Officer")
Simply put..........she always has my back. Always keeps me warm in this cold, cold, crazy world. And for that, I honor and respect her.....like the Queen she was born to be. Even when other niggas pop off and disrespect her. I UPlift her when she feels less than beautiful. I may say sumthin profound.....or profane.....or just all out funny as hell. And every time.......the smile returns....and life moves forward.
And itz within those little frozen moments that I realize that - what we share together is more real than anything I have ever experienced...in my lifetime. And for that......I Love & Respect her. Just like the Queen she is MEANT to be.
So NOW.......am I talkin' about: A woman? My .9 Milli? OR Hip-Hop?
*SCENE 3: "The Razor Laser - (BREATHE In)"
I don't even remember the date and time. But.....at this rate on my line, I'm deep sea diving tryna find my OWN way to...
"Release."
Release, becuz...well, hell - even the RICHEST of men - have problems they gotta joust with. I ain't immune. And I am nobody's victim. I'm simply man enough to say..........perfection, will not be obtained on THIS night.....unless - I miraculously walk on water. And THAT...would be the beginning of the end...
(i.e. The Second Coming of Christ)
And we all know.........I ain't even CLOSE to being Christ. So, itz open and shut. I got problems. Personal, household shit. Parental shit. Financial shit. Career shit. HATER shit. And........when it all starts to pile up on my shoulders......I have a choice to either - dig deep and stand firm......or buckle and fold.
"I. Will Not. Lose!"
I'm not a man of steel. Nigga...bullets don't bounce off my skin. I bleed REAL blood. I have real feelings that hurt. When you assume shit, thinkin' you know me....thas ONE thing. But when you assume shit thinkin' you know me......and then go HO(e)TEL another person as if your words are the "gospel".....well, that shit bothers me. I'm a human being. So.......I either ignore it. OR...my razors become...
"Lasers"
...which beam from a survivalistic stand point. I got...41 tattoos that represent various scars. I got 99 problems - and 98 of 'em are bitches. And when everything starts crashing down at once...
"System Overload"
...and let the tongue lashings begin. What I'm saying here is this. SOME PEOPLE are - genuinely happy and thrilled to see positive things happen for you within the daily travails of your personal life travels. And then...SOME PEOPLE are genuinely miserable with their own reflection in the mirror. So miserable in fact - that their greatest JOY is in seeing other people fail or stumble...
"They pray and pray for my downfall."
But since I'm no self-absurbed, prick......I won't dwell on the topic of that mortal hell. I will simply remember very well.....every single thing thas been said or done. No grudges. But most definitely a "V" for vendetta. Itz almost like Kanye said...
"Just remember that you talkin' to me...you need to watch the way you talkin' to me..."
I AIN'T arrogant, by no means. But I ain't timid, or passive either. I do NOT forget shit. Period!
(I'm HIGH BEAMIN')
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