I would like to take a moment to give thanks to a few special people who have had a significant role in my life and career as a musician. If it was not for some of these people, I would not be alive.
To my mother
You are reason for everything. You are my everything. No one could every ask for a more loving, kind-hearted, beautiful and caring mother. You always believed in whatever dream I had, no matter how outrageous, ambitious, or far fetched it may seem. You always encouraged me to do right, even when the outcome isn’t fitting. You taught me mother. You impressed God into my soul. When I acted out, you punished me. When I was little you punished me with discipline. As as I aged you punished me with love. You kept my world positive while yours crashed below you. When I tried to push myself away, you wouldn’t let me. When I thought I was having a child… 18yr old in highschool. I didn’t know what to do.. I came to you. And you had me back. Even though I had left you in anger many months before. Even though I never reached out to you. You always waited. I love you more than life itself. And although you don’t approve of my all my lyrics, I do this ALL for you. One day you will never have to worry about a bill again. And you will live like the queen you are.
To my father
As I grow and my mind matures, I meditate on our relationship. I am you in truest form. My brain works just like yours, and although as a kid, I scolded things you did, I now understand and realize the inevitable. Dad you were there for me when I was a jit. In middle school when you lost your job. I feel like you lost yourself. We slowly lost it all.. and I blamed you. I really did. I didn’t know who else to blame. I pulled away from you. You didn’t want me to, but I had to. It had to happen this way Dad. You always told me what to do. Even after I graduated. I hated that. I thought you just wanted everything your way or the highway, and you know how I hate authority. I didn’t realize before, but i know now. It’s just the way you show you care. You are horrrrrible at communication lol. So when you love somebody, you simply do your best to make sure they live without the financial and material disabilities you deal with yourself. Dad I love you so much. My drive for money and success is highly influenced by yours. I am intelligent, possibly too intelligent for my own good. This I got from you as well. Dad, I just want to see you happier than you’ve ever been. I know I’m far from home now, but one day we will all be together. As this day comes, money will never haunt you again. You gon have that yacht I promise that! If you read this Dad, if you take anything from this. Just know, I am PROUD to be your son.
To my brother, Adam
When writing Far From Home I can to the realization of our childhood past. I was such a bully, and I wanted you to be just like me. I was such a fool! Dude I love you so much and I am so proud of you. Keep doing well in school brother. You know I was never good at showing emotions, but I’m good at reading. All the support you given me over the years… my number one fan. You inspire me to do better. I never got to apologize for bringing you into my world. I wish you never saw me get locked up.. wish you never saw me smoke a cigarette. While I made not be able to change what I’ve done, I can create a better future. This is what I am doing and this is what I want for you. A life of happiness and self-fulfillment . Do whatever you want! The world is yours! And know, I will always support you and love you, no matter what you do. I got your back. I will protect you as your big brother, until the day we die.
To my brother, Tyler
We have been getting closer as we grow older. I value our relationship to the highest. YOU are my inspiration. I know I act a fool when we get together, but truth told I think nothing but the highest of you. You showed me that I can follow my dreams. You showed me that I can make a change… a difference. I am so proud of your accomplishments and only see a bright future for you. The brother, the superstar. It’s got a nice ring to it. When the world seems cold and the time seems slow, you know you always got me to fall back on. I would die for you in a heart beat. I love you. KEEP GRINDIN BIG PIMPIN
To my good friend and fellow artist, Mavrique
The workoholic. When the tides turned on me in a make or break decision, you helped me keep on track and promoted my music with me. If you think back, one could say you helped initiate my career. People heard of me, but hadn’t heard me. You worked your ass off for an unknown rapper and created a buzz for myself. It’s ridiculous how much of an influence it made, really. Staying up all night in the studio while I was mixing JUST to make sure I finished that track. That’s genuine support my nigga. You forced me to constantly work on my craft. You encouraged me to think big. I ain’t saying I wouldn’t have done it without you, I”m saying everything happens for a reason. We randomly started working cause them fuck ngas played us both, then BAM shit took off. It was on purpose. I got you went I make, and we both gon be famous. Follow @mavriqueMuzik
To my good friend and mentor, Carlos
I am privileged to have worked with you. Not many are lucky enough to have a friend that pushes them to reach their goals- much less a boss. You kept it real wit me, asking me question after question about my goals until I’d get tongue tied. Then you’d throw that “OH you must not be too serious about it ” shit at me. I HATED THAT!!! So I’d work harder on my music. I started writing my goals out. A to-do list. Then I began to execute. There are so many different occasions where opportunities would have been lost if it wasn’t for you. Letting me work 40hrs in 3 days straight so I’d have off for my music. Even then, if something were to come up, you’d slick let me ride out and do what I needed to- like when I had my first radio interview. I was working, scheduled to close and it was only 5:00pm. I get a phone call “YO WE GON BE ON THE RADIO TONIGHT! WE GOT AN INTERVIEW! AT 7:00…”. I knew it’d be impossible to cover my shift- told you about the situation and you just looked at me and said “what the fuck… aint you a rapper? Go.” lolol I got you when I make it homie, you and your family.
To a musical genius, Patrick
I have mad respect for you. Maybe it’s all the acid we took, or maybe its because of the musical genius you are. We became maestros. You introduced me to my favorite artist of all time- Johann Sebastian Bach. During this part of my life, I evolved. I grew a higher sense of tuition and internal peace; an emotional connection to music, its theory, and composers; an appreciation, love for, and understanding of nature and energy; and a boiling sense of confidence and self-guidance. I got you and your mother when I make it.
To a supportive friend, Heisha
None of this would be made possible without you. You loaned me the down payment for my studio. You practically paid for my entire start-up studio. Of course I’m going to pay you back when I make it, but you didn’t know that. You were there for me and supported me through my valleys and keep my head on music over all. You wouldn’t let me quit. You believed in me so much I was forced to do work, to get better, to get shows, you put out songs. You were my muse in many records, many of them are hits. Even after allllll the bullshit you STILL got my back. Bad memories fade, but good memories last forever. When I make it I got you and your family.
To two an angry school teachers, Mr. Connor and Mr. Martin
I thought these motherfuckers hateddd me!!! And they probably did by the end of 12th grade. Crazy thing is, these are the teachers that believed in me. I went to Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, a GRAMMY award winning school in the art and acidemics. This school taught me everything I know about music; from theory to talent. I took classical guitar classes, electronic music classes (where all we did was learn programs like logic and reason on big ass Mac computers. I made beats all day -_-), music theory, history, music improvising, keyboard, recording, jazz, etc. I was a horrible student. I did my work, but i skipped class, was always late, was always high on something, had an attitude, slept in class… So most teachers hated me. I had a few who i considered friends, even smoked with one. One year I got kicked out of school for skipping too much or some shit. When this happens, the only way to get back in is to have all your teachers meet with the principal. They all sit in a circle and talk shit about you, and whether or not they like you should get a second chance and get aloud back in the school. I only had one year left, and I thought my “friend” teachers had my back, so I wasn’t sweatin’. However, there’s another part to getting back in. After the discussion, they left you know what every teacher said about you, and then tell you if you got back in. EVERY SINGLE TEACHER THAT I THOUGHT WAS MY FRIEND SAID I SHOULD LEAVE. That shit murdered me. I trusted them, nah mean? Then, to my surprise, I was told that Mr Conner, who has a big pull with the principal, spoke up. Said that I was brilliant and had too much potential, and that he thought I needed to be back in. I thought this dude hated me. We had fights in class all the time, I even walked out a couple times. Well, he was the reason I got back in. I wasn’t going to go to another school. A school without music? I would have dropped out. Probably would have ended up in jail. This man essentially saved my life. He’ll probably never read this, but I have much respect for him and appreciate his role in life.
To my teenhood spiritual adviser, Scott
I joined a band when I was 15. Scott was the ‘leader’. Yes, it was a christian band. We used to travel all over the east coast, performing and preaching. We created a nonprofit organization. We created a church. We even created a youth camp for the summer. Scott, you trained me to be a soldier. You taught me that anything that has my name on it is something I should put 110% into. That every action we make creates a collateral, a butterfly effect, if you will. You taught me how to be a leader, to my family and my peers. That age doesn’t confine you from intellectual and internal growth. You taught me mediation. You taught me how to give a speech. You taught me how to lead a crowd in a song. You placed me on stage. I bet you never knew how far I’d go. You did it all for God. You taught me influence. You essentially played my father when mine was going through it. You provided me a family. I’ll never forget you or Karen, and I got you when I make. Take care of your two girls.
You truly saved me. you gave me purpose. You showed me light. You showed me color. You provided me a means of communication. An outlet for my anger. An escape from this world. You brought me leaders and inspiration. You help me feel the heavens, as God touches my skin and my hairs stand straight. You lead me through sadness and a broken heart, with weapons in words and instrumentals of soul. You generate money for my family. You remind me that I’m not perfect. You have become one with my soul. Music, I am.
To my supporters
A toast to the people who push and inspire me everyday. To the few who financially support me on desperate occasion. To the friends of years, who rarely call, but when they do they ask about the music. If you believe I will make it, then I will. I believe in the power of thought, so to you I give thanks. To my fans You make this possible. Every new fan assures me that I’m on the right path. You make me famous. Although I do this music shit for me, I keep you in mind lol. No really though, thank you for your support. Thank you for every download, every purchase, every show you’ve come out to. I love you all and promising to continue pumpin out hits fo yo eardrums.
Although I’m not sure if I really believe in God, I can’t deny that SOMETHING has a plan for me. The way the world works simply astonishes me. Karma is very real. I have learned to accept that the world will do as it pleases, and have comfort in the assurance that it will always provide me a way to survive and thrive. Music chose me. I know it sounds corny. If only you could witness the series of events that took place in my life that allowed me to achieve what I have as a musician. Then you would understand. I used to believe in coincidence, but there has simply been too many to not pay respect to something greater. My path has already been set before me. If God is real, one day I will believe. Till then, I give thanks to whomever is responsible for my incredible life.
To the future
An Ant looked at a mountain. The top seemed so far away, it would takes ages to reach the peak! The Ant suddenly knew his purpose- to climb to the top of this mountain, at any cost. He begin his journeyThank you for a moment of your time. 10/30/12
QUIT MY DAY JOB
They say this is the fast life. I’ve never understood so well as I do now. I’m going to try and keep this quick and simple.
After a performance at Apache Cafe (ATL) I met B Rich, B.O.B.’s manager. I tried slipping him a cd because he missed my performance, but he wasnt about it. Instead he told me to find his homie, KD, and give it to him. Said if the cd was any good, KD would make him listen to it. When I went in to find KD, he was looking for me, and before I could even speak HE asked ME for a cd. 4 days later I got a phone call. Kd, ” Yo, Kool Caleb.. this is you?? AND you mixed it yourself?” Me, “Yes sir”. KD, ” I’m bout to text you two email addresses. Send all your photos to one, and all your music to the other. And yo, Kool, dont do anything stupid. Your life could change at any second.”
Couple days later KD told me he played all my shit for B Rich and B.O.B. in their studio. They like my music and asked for more. Ive been sending them new music every since. Last time I spoke with KD, he told me that they are waiting for that ‘HIT’ record.. you know.. the one you can push to the whole nation. With that said, Ive been making nothing but classic top 40 quality records. Its time to get signed.
Got invited to a Waka Flocka listening session ( after an artist finishes an album/mixtape, they have a get together to listen through the entire cd) I met
many important people th
ere, including Waka. I have alot of respect for Waka. Even tho he is clearly an accomplished artist, you will not catch him acting hollywood. He loves everybody and supports everybody, such characteristics are rare in the hip hop scene. Slipped him a cd and headed to the venue I was performing at that night.
Got invited to a Gucci listening session. Met more important people, from Zaytoven to Young Dose. And of course Gucci. Gucci is a riot, constantly lightin one up and simply having a good time. I met him and kicked it, but some BULLSHIT went down towards the end of the listening session, some motherfucker tryna be slick got his ass handed to him. I was prepared to try to talk to biz with gucci that night, but after that shit the atmosphere wasnt right, and if Ive learned anything, its that timing is everything in this game. So I didnt even get a photo with him, and left a lil disappointed.
That night I felt like a failed. I dont take fails very well.
SOOO I went back to the studio with my producer unannounced the next day. I told the
girl at the desk that we were there to meet Gucci. She looked a lil confused and said he was busy, so I said Id wait.
2 hours later she told us to follow her, and walked us thru the studio straight to him. I introduced myself and my producer, Beat Dilla.
I held out my ipod and said ” Id really appreciate it if you listened to my music. You can have the ipod, just listen to my music”
Next day I get a phone call from one of the studio employees
“Gucci is listening to your music now and he says its fire!!!! Said he wants to sign you!! GET YO ASS HERE NOW!”
My team was suppose to perform in Athens that night. Scratch that shit, We went straight to Patchwerk.
I get there and Im talking to gucci in the lounge with BeatDilla. KUSH EVERYWHERE. Gucci just laughin and askin questions. Says “This record go hard , you know i gotta jump on it!”
We ended up chillin wit Gucci for like 8 hours, till they left for the strip club. We could have gone with, but I wanted to do work.
He let me listen to some new records off his upcoming album, watched him record some. Im like bruhhhhh I got to make some hooks for you. Gucci, “Im about it” My producer gave him like 15 beats. Gucci said that shit go hard and he ganna use some of them. He didnt record my feature on the spot, but promised he would hop on it. Never mentioned anything about signing, but hey. crawl before you run.
I am extremely grateful for the experiences I have already had since I moved to ATL, But this is just the beginning. Its times to make DREAMS 2 REALITY.
shoutout everyone in Duval grinding hard. i see you, i aint forgot you. We Will Make It
Kool wit a k.7/22/2012
Where to begin?
You know how I scored two jobs? Well, lost one. My first day for one of them was suppose to be Thursday, but the manager J Josh booked me a show. Guess which one I give a fuck about? I left everything I knew to come here for music. No job is going to get in the way. So i blew that shit off and went to the Apache Cafe for my first performance in the A town.
The whole experience reminded me of 8 mile. The place was packed shoulder to shoulder- line out the door moving at a snails pace. And EVERYBODY showed EVERYBODY mad love and respect. Nothing like a Duval show. Heads bobbin, drinks coastin, and fine ass hoes every where. I was in my Zone. I ended up booking TWO more shows from this. (the 29th and the 9th)
My other job I got hired at is dope. I work with this cat who happens to be a producer that you’ve probably fucked with on soundclick before if youre and artist. I went to his crib one night, let him play some beats while I freestyled, and it was on.
Next thing you know, I’m getting off my 8 hour shift and picking him up, headed to the studio with and 18 pack and 8th track, and working with this group in the A known as Flight Season. We had like 10 people in the studio that night, working till 6 am. Me, Ray Nasty, and Flight Season’s Eon recorded a DOPE collab, ( youll hear soon) and then me and the producer got to work on some of his beats.
Time is flying. You never know who you are going to meet out here. I see more limos on the streets than hondas on average. My coworker delivered to Travis Porter just the other day. One night I saw this nice as Mercedes wit a flat on the side of the road, and homie looked a lil stranded. Ive been there before, so i decided to pull over and help out. After all was said and done, turns out he works for the radio. We traded contacts and you never know where that will go.
I had a radio interview, exclusive footage will be coming to you soon. I met The Rich Kidz. They have records with Luda and just signed to Columbia Records. Cool cats too, we all vibed out and traded contacts and I’ll probably have em over for a house party sometime in the near future. I met this rapper, Brayl, helped out in his poolside video shoot. Ladies in bikinis. mmmmmm.
He’s opening for Yo Gotti the 28th in SC and invited me and Ray to tag along and meet em. HELL YEA.
J Josh set up a meeting with Rasheeda from Love and Hip Hop. She is so fine. We gave her a little interview then let her and Frost (her manager/husband) listen to my music. They were about it, Frost said he fucks with my swag and even took my number and texted me to lock him in. Next thing I know, he’s texting me saying he has some things to discuss with me shortly, so we’ll see where that goes.
This year is my year. Im taking over with Kingdom Musik on my back. We are suppose to meeting Luda, Jeezy, Future, and more artist as the years goes and you KNOW i’ll be on my saleMYsoulForthisShit shit.
Everyday is an adventure. Shit, one day we lost our electricity in the middle of a recording session. With nothing to do, we hit the town. Started at the Famous Pub, 4$ 36 oz brews and pool tables. Ended at the Pink Pony strip club with Luna and Candy and some other hoes in our lap. Heyyy this aint Duval homie, they get BUTT ASS NAKED HERE!!! Private dances are 150$ for 30 minutes and you know what goes on there.
Anyway, Whats New??
Been recorded my 32 Bar Take Off for my Duval fans. Youll never guess what instrumental I murder. So far the video is fresh as hell. 100- my new single, has been mixed and mastered and is ready for release. A full length music video is in store for that record. If you like ‘Luv Wit Dis Whiteboi’ youll love this record. Till next time, stay on your grind.
-Killers in Decatur-
Yo, Wheres My Car?
After a long night in the studio, I wake up the following morning feeling like a million. Today I have photoshoot, so I’m getting dressed with my Kool Klothing Line and head outside to get my matching kicks out of the car. That’s when I realized my car wasn’t there.. matter of fact, it wasn’t anywhere! What the fuck right? I’m here banging on my Ray’s door trying to figure out if this is a joke or what.
And wouldn’t you know it, day 2 in Atlanta and somebody fucking jacked my car!
ok. What this means;
1.I have no car, which I just bought a couple of months ago.
2. I have no money. It was in the car.
3. I have no shoes. NONE. All my Havana Joes were in the car… damn..
4. Ipod, gone. Shoe box full of lyrics, gone.
5. That job I just got as a deliver driver that I start in a couple of days..gone.
6. Rent for next month? Gone with that job.
Maybe you get the picture by now. This is an issue. I had to cancel my photoshoot and trip to downtown ATL because I was worried that someone might jack my studio equipment while I was out. If I lost that, I would have lost everything.
Can’t bring me down. The new plan is to get a couple of shitty burger flippin’ jobs at Mcdonalds or something, work extra hard, learn the bus/train routes and hustle my way of from scratch. I called the police, my insurance company, my old job (for the License plate number), family, etc. FUCK going out, I went straight into the studio and recorded a new hit. You are going to love it!
I was suspicious of my roommate of setting up some master plan to steal everything so I was talking to him sideways like “Yo, if ANYTHING else gets taken, I gotta blame you, and I gotta take action”
Homie was freaking out lol. We get some drink n start working in the booth again, and around 2am with some mad munchies hit up Mcdonalds.
Guess what car I saw in the parking lot?
I hop out his car so quick you’d have thought he tryna rob me! All my shoes are still there…ipod..shitt the window isn’t even broken!
“Man, they must be inside!!!” Said Ray.
We wait for a minute, nobody comes. Fuck it, I hop in and drive it home.
What Really Happened?
The whole situation is bizarre. The car isn’t even hot wired. Ray and I are chilling trying to figure out what the hell happened. This is what we concluded.
That night, the night the car was stolen, Ray and I were drinking like a pirate and smoking like Marley. We got the munchies.
Apparently, (I STILL don’t remember this!) we couldn’t decide whether to drive or walk because we were fucked up but the place was close. I guess we drove? Parked in the back, which we never do, went inside and chowed down, and went out the other side of the building, and walked home… leaving my car behind.
Woke up the next morning and didn’t remember ANYTHING except walking back.
I stole my own car.
The next day I had to call the police to tell them we found it, and the same cop had to come over and verify everything.
You try explaining to a cop that you got soo faded that you forgot you drove somewhere, walked home, and reported the car stolen for 24hrs. Yup. He asked me where the weed at lol. ALL of those problems I had, that I created, were gone. Back to the Movement.
I met this dude named Josh. Ray and Josh run the Emory University college radio. They interview rappers that come to Atlanta, which means I get to meet them as well. I checked out the college radio studio and can’t wait for my own interview on their show. Josh also manages a few artist out here, setting up shows, interviews, and meetings. And he digs my musik. Next thing I know, he’s already booked me a performance on the 12th (Thursday) at Apache Cafe. Supposedly there will be many A&R’s from different labels there scouting new talent. I get 15 minutes on stage and Imaa murderrr that bitch. WARRIOR WARRIOR WARRIOR
This artist, Chunky, hit me up, and wants to pay for a collab. He’s a rapper that just moved out here too, and somehow heard of me. I ain’t mad at it. 50$ a verse for now. Ray and I hit up downtown ATL, I get my eazy e shades on and we buy some kush off this face tatted gangsta on a corner who spotted me out for my dreads. Mannn we were just chilling in the underground mall, rolling this white owl up while Ray kept lookout. Spark it up and start strolling.
“Yo there’s too many people there, let’s walk this way” Ray says.
Next thing I know, we are chinkin up, walking down the sidewalk next to this huge building. I look up and read:
The Court House
We hit up this 3 story house party that night. Josh’s cousin or some shit, whoever he was, homie was doing good you feel me?
Circoc on the counter tops, old school BBQ out back, beans and Mac n Cheese. I in the hood heaven yo.
People hear I just moved up here for music and you know how it works- “Yo, spit somethin kid, what chu got”
I’m faded throwing out words like bullets, peoples heads bobbin, party poppin. Next thing I know I got this dude named Tony pulling me over. He says he owns a studio and wants me in it ASAP and in return he’ll promote me and set up shows at the strip club around the corner. Ima bout it.
Now I’m macking on these ladies who look ghetto beautiful. I fuck wit em, they fuck wit me, it’s that simple. We go inside and ol girl strips her clothes off BUTT ASS NAKED and starts dancing. Her friend did the same. Turns out they were the hired strippers, and yo, they were deliciously nasty. She had her asshole pierced!! Say what!!? Now we got homies with hundreds in ones making it rain from the 2nd story up on these girls sweaty bodies. My life is a fucking movie. I notice these 2 grown n sexy girls down there in the mix, so I scoot up and pass them some ones to have fun. Before you know it, I’m in the center of the room with the 2 sexiest girls in the house, and I got them kissing each other, then me. mmm I love black girl lips. I look around and we are the center of attention, after all, I am 1 out of the 2 white people in the whole building, and I just somehow scored the best looking redbones in there. I thought they’d be mad but they just had respect, and by the time I left I knew everybody in that house.
Driving home was wild. Ray was throwing up pounds of sushi and alcohol out the window. We have 4 thuggish homies in that back of the coupe. JAM PACKED and freaking out cause we were on the westside with no strap. They’re like ” Man this ain’t our side, if you aint from here you ain’t suppose to be here! We can’t even stop at a red light, don’t get no gas, GO GO GO!!” lol
We made it home alive. Just another night in Atlanta.
Woke up, told Ray how we got home lol and headed off to start my new job. On the way there, somewhere I applied for called me up and I got hired at a 2nd job!! They are promising me 40hrs a week, and my first job is promising 20hr a week, so I will be financially fantastic nah mean. I have to head off to my photoshoot, and who knows what the night has in store for me.
YOLO. I’ll keep you updated. Follow the Movement;
p.s. I promised photos of the house, so here are a few quick snaps. More and better quality coming soon!
Packed my clothes, joes, and studio. Sold everything I own.Moved out of my home. Gave my pit bull away. Nothing is going to hold me down. On July 4th, I packed my shit and hit the road for ATL.
Lemmme back up-
Trying to find a home here in Atlanta was no easy task. I didn’t even know where to begin. Craigslist- FULL of weird ass people looking to rent their places out for 100s of dollars a week. Not knowing the best route, I filled out this ad on Craigslist explaining my entire situation. 20 minutes later this dude, Ray Nasty, hits me up, claiming he’s a rapper that moved out to ATL for hip hop a couple years ago. He has a house, connects, runs the college radio, and needs a roommate thats cool with rap.
Next thing I know, I’m packing my car to the brim and driving out to Decatur, which is right outside Atlanta near Emory University.
Got here around 5:00pm, smoked one with my new roommate and unpacked. This bitch is 3 stories high!! Upstars- bedroom with a balcony, huge walk-in closet, bathroom and lounge room. downstairs, 3 huge rooms,bathroom, living and dining room, kitchen. And a basement (we are ganna be throwin some madd parties in this bitch)
Wake up at 8:00am. Time to go get my rent money. Mannnn I’ve never had such a hard time getting my own money!!
My new company pays us on these visa cards, and to cash them you have to write a check out and hit up walmart to avoid fees. Normally Publix will cash it for me, but the ones up here don’t take hand written checks and walmart is 20 minutes away. We finally get there, wait in line, just to be told the check is too folded for the computer to read (bullshit) so I try to cancel the check. Well.. they need a faxed copy of the check to void it.. I dont have a fax machine bitch I just moved here!
aight.. on to a sketchy ass check cashing venue. Finally get the money, now its time to set up the studio.
We set up all the foam in the booth, the 80 HM Yamaha’s, computer, mic and M box.
Smoke one.. mmmm peach city bubble gum. what chu know about it
Me n Ray Nasty chilled, vibed out to some of the new joints YOU haven’t heard yet (soon) and picked up this instrumental from his producer. 2 hours later, a new hit was written and recorded. We went in!!! We were suppose to hit up this CD Release show but ended up being cemented in the studio, bobbin heads ya feel me?
We’ve been filming a lil here and there and snapping photos. Ray edits videos on the side so you can expect some vlogs through my journey. In Sept his brother is moving in, and he’s all about the movement, promising to help out film and whatever we need. I met this dude josh earlier who manages alot of music artist out here. After listening to some joints, he’s sure he can get me up on some of the local radio shows and venues for some shows. Matter fact, on the 12th I’m going to this show that I was offered to perform in. I’ll probably take advantage of the opportunity, there’s going to be some A&Rs for major labels there scouting out new talent.
We hit the studio up this morning, finished up that joint from yesterday and started this new record. Skated to a lil Caesar’s for that 5$ hot n ready. Hit up the college radio studio that Ray and Josh run. Legit.
A couple hours ago I went to the local shops and scored a job that I start Monday. Everything is going great
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