Archive for August 23rd, 2008

Officially My Shit: Don’t Know You/My President - Young Jeezy

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

I can’t wait for The Recession to drop. I just got the advance and it’s fucking doooope. Shout out to the homey Drizzy at Octobers Own for posting this yesterday and predicting the SLU post. Here’s 2 more heaters from Jeezy.

Don’t Know You - Young Jeezy

My President - Young Jeezy feat. Nas

Swagger Like Us: Kanye, T.I., Jay-Z, Lil’ Wayne

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

Some of the heaviest hitters in the game goin’ in on ‘em.

Swagger Like Us: T.I. feat. Kanye, Jigga, & Wayne.

Download this shit HERE

Leave comments if you’re gonna DL the shit, you fucking leeches.

Black Spade - Evil Love

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

My man Click just put me on to this vibe out stuff. Black Spade, a rapper/singer from “St. Fucking Louis.”

Check his myspace HERE

LL material for certain.

Dear Siddhartha

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

The following is a piece that came to me in a dream a couple years back after reading Herman Hesse’s novel, Siddhartha (highly reccommended). -arowbe

Letter From a Father to a Prince.

Dear Siddhartha,

My Son - Thus Gone One, I speak
to you this day with regret and fear
deep was my doubt in your pass. Tears
wept, now cannot drown my utter belief.

Your father was displeased with Siddhartha,
In ire my plea and prayer required your stay.
I wholly rescind objecting your fate
in hindering your essential departure.

My responses were not of true Brahman’s
form, nor father’s nor archer’s. For I
can but guide, an arrow - in flight
while each dart must finds its target.

Last eve, in a scene and state among
waking and dream, I perceived
young Siddhartha, the bearded lean
Samana by the banyan trees: A man

I’d never seen suffer. Near dying.
Though before I could dishearten,
He was rising. Untainted was Siddhartha:
a canyon of all men and environments.

In finality, wholeness and placence.
Of all nature and light without action .
Without passion, thirst or distraction.
A mode of your own, deliver those faces.

And upon your return,
I will be your first pupil.

May Atman sing songs within you,

Your father,
Suddhodana