This is just from happening but imma right about it like its
tomorrow morning because I won’t have the time to type this tomorrow
morning….ya dig?
So I was at home mad kushed, tired from work, as my khaleesi
was studying. It’s like 08:03 and she’s informs me she forgot to tell me to get
spaghetti when getting ndiyo(I really hate saying relish) so I get up mad walk
out the crib with my head phones blaring hip hop and thinking about some of the
freshest t-shirt designs I’ve seen. And
then mobb deep’s-it’s mine ft nas plays and its cold out , the winds blowing,
loud music, tee design and I think …..SNAP!!!!if I could draw or design clothes
I would sketch up a design for a couple of mics shaped kind of like sperms swimming on the front , just maybe 2 or 3,most
preferably on a red tee , with the words ‘HIP HOP BIRTHED ME” on the back. I
mean I was few minutes ago and just by listening to some hip hop songs not even
more than 4 and I calmed down???? That’s how much art can influence our daily
interactions with people. Have you ever not liked someone for no logical reason
until you have the same taste in something and you can relate and now you feel
like a jerk …well back to the topic I have much love for the hip hop culture
and hip hop / rap music , so all I have been through in life I had music to
help me through it also the transformation I have made into the man am today I owe a lot to the “lesson” and
“ideologies” but most importantly means of expressing myself
“HIP HOP BIRTHED ME”.
Now I can’t draw for shit even though it’s the one thing I
know would have made my dad proud , because
he was so artistic and really so into the arts, to me he was inspirational. So to not be able to
draw what I can visualize, that if I had money, this would be my perfect way to
expose up and coming, fresh, young artists and designers.
But what do I know I’m just high
#thoughtsofapredicatehustler
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