*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...?
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