admissionsproblems:

“The desire to be powerful is rooted in the intensity of fear. Power gives us the illusion of having triumphed over fear, over our need for love… We cannot know love if we remain unable to surrender our attachment to power, if any feeling of vulnerability strikes terror in our hearts. Lovelessness torments.” — Bell Hooks

“My Dad asked me why I wasn’t signed yet
I said obviously because you never rhymed yet
And my watch say “Nigga it ain’t yo time yet”
I ain’t have enough time to do Dom yet
But errbody ask my for an estimate
Wanna take my style, look I ain’t even perfected it
I ain’t even saying I’ma perfectionist
But at least let me pursue it on some Lexus shit
Cause I don’t wanna be screwed on some Texas shit
Twenty years later saying I blew it on some reckless shit
The city locked up on some necklace shit
So if you got other plans, you should exit it
The game need niggas that’s affectionate
Not just a bunch of niggas want text and shit
Not just a bunch of niggas want sex and shit
Dissin the same niggas that they textin with
I’m textin a nigga girl like yo man suck
Meet me up at Autobahn, tell him get his hands up

I say Leimert Park was cool”

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This some of his old(er) stuff, but Dom is top-5 right now… Oh, and while he’s talking about the (rap) game, it’s applicable to alotta folks approach to life — more concerned about perception/appearance than substance.

I really don’t want much out of life. Good health. Nice roof over my head; nothing to extravagant. Good food, good drink. A situation that allows me to live and love as I want to. Living being the act of doing work I enjoy; work that brings me the most satisfaction. Loving being the act of enjoying life with my partner; taking in all the good life has to offer, while navigating the bad.

I think that’s about it— love, happiness, food, drink, oh and photography. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

thelovebelow21:

Yearning for some more intellectual conversations. Need to meet more stimulating ppl in this city! I don’t do well with shallow conversation. There are so many interesting things to be talked about, could care less who’s doing who or what’s hot on tv. Missing my friends from back home right about now.

rexlifetothenextlife:

Thats clearly photoshoped, but i still fux wit it 

Hahahaha

Lil throwback joint… Skeme, if you not hip

Clearly, I’ve been on my west coast shit as of late

Dom Kennedy, “When You See Love”

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Been listening to this shit on repeat

Meticulous melodies massaged

accompanied by a piano

Sitting, gazing out a window

my thoughts flow

like improv from the speakers

Pain Pours from the horn

like cries in a storm

And then, it is silent

as sounds cease.

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A poem I wrote last year. Where I am right now

This song still goes. Production is great