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...What?, you expected a commercial?

Negative.

Rather, TPS is taking a quick break from music, fashion, and "borough" battles, to touch on somethign a tad more important.

I mean a tad.

Recently, much to my dismay, my high school principal barged into my Advanced Placement class and blacked, on us seniors for acting like jacaksses, and getting each other pregnant. (Mind you, this is a room full of virgins and scholars, smh).

Somehow, before passing out (he's rather heavyset), he managed to touch on the importance of college interviews. Since I wrote this blog waiting for my Georgetown U. representative to show up at Gregory's on Park Ave., I'll give you "head-giving, non raincoat using" seniors something to think about.



Top Ten Things You Just Don't Effin Do At A College Interview.



10. Now, I understand some of us suffer from that whole bad breath thing, but please don't snap-snap-click chew gum while talking to the rep. Even if they're black, I'd doubt they'd be able to tolerate the way young people chew gum these days. Chew up to the very minute before your interview though, because if you don't...

9. ...What's worse than chomping in the reps face? Not chewing at all. Please, please, scrub and brush those molars before heading to Starbucks otherwise you'll end up flipping those burgers you just ate for a living. Imagine telling Ms. harvard all about your AP experience, and all she can smell is that good ol' Whopper Jr. Imagine is she's Muslim...

8. Every teen suffers from the occasional breakout, but for those with more serious problems, keep them suckers under control please. Can't be having pus oozing into your cappucino, or she'll be oozing outta there.

7. My good friend learned the hard way. Watch Princess Diaries before you depart, 'cuz you gotta learn how to eat and drink like a...well...yea. We all know you ain't got no money for Starbucks, don't chomp it down like you never will, 'cuz you never know. My homie did the same, and vomited all over the poor lady, who then fainted. How long you played the piano ain't gonna matter much after that, bruh.

6. Dis shudn't tek long, but plz, like OMG, nvr use tht gud ol' AIM tlk, lmao.

5. It's really nice and all, you know, that you're excited about your brother getting out of Rikers and all, and your 15 year old sister is having a baby shower, but please don't tell these people that (esp. if they're old). It's bad enough you probably already committed all of the above, they'll only be turned off by your slutty sister, or the fact that your brother just did 25 for murdering...an admissons officer.

4. So, pop champagne comes on. The rep thinks its cool coffee shop music, you know its your sidekick. Don't answer it, its not a text from bff Jill you dumass, its an automatic rejection letter. Don't give them that crap about its your mom either, 'cuz while you were too busy doing #5, you let slip that you live with your grandmother.

3. Tell me something, where on your application does it ask for your Goodies? There's a good reason. Don't show up in stilletos and only a trenchcoat covering your lingerie (unless I'm your interviewer), like you're auditioning for a Dream video. Please look correct. Ladies, skirts that don't make you look like an FDA cheerleader. Homies, no jeans, trade in the SB's for some loafers or something. Even the admissions rep knows your theme song is Oochie Wally, but don't show up lookin' like you wanna take them down. Here's a hint, you got an Amish friend? Go in their closet and find something to wear. Lord knows they cover up chest, thigs, butt, nose, ears, eyes, toes............

2. Yo, my ni99a. Don't be comin' all up thru dere talkin' like you fresh out the 'ville. Bring a diktionary or suttin. Idc what u gotta do, can't be all up in dey face when they ask you, "How's school?", and u can't come up wit suttin betta dan, "Ayo, no shag, I be killin' that school shit blood, shit be lite even doe I'm comin all da way from BK, wattup". (Jinad came up with that joke, ish was hilarious). Look 'em in the eye and be for real, not fuh reel.

1. Although there may be some things that could completely end your interview before it starts, I doubt any of those problems are as pressing for prospective students (especially ones with my skin color), as showing up late. (I hate it when Hodge is right (insider for the FDA heads)). But please, please please, don't show up late. First of all, this isn't Ithaca, where one bus comes by every month, and if you miss it, start walking. Nuh uh, this is NYC, more train stations than corner stores, and even more buses. There's no reason to be late. Just, none! Here's a better idea, make them late. Imagine they plan on showing up about 15 minutes before your little coffee date, show up 20 minutes before. Two out of the three interviews I had already I was there long before my rep got there, and I could tell, it made them straighten up. One of them even asked me where my parents are from, as if they couldn't tell that I was a ni****. (Lol).

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In other news:

A lot of people have been asking me to send them my playlist, as they've listened to my Ipod at least once before and like what they hear. Well, I've blocked quite a few of you, for you seem to honestly believe I have time to run through my Itunes and count how many Mario songs I've downloaded. So0o0o, as an alternative, I know it isn't much but...

...TPS is starting a new tradition for you uhh, folks. With every post comes a song of the day. Even if its two posts in one day, you'll get two songs.
(Don't worry about not having so and so program, they'll just be links straight from youtube).
P.S I guarantee its not anything you've heard before, but they're usually from semi-major or major artists, so you get the hot shit before anything else.
I'm just musically inclined like that.
Lol


No new fashion news today, sorry. Those Ingelmos (Check the Graduation and Proving Grounds post for that), have completely consumed me so I forgot to check for some new shit.

One last thing.
Remember that whole thing last year where everybody's schedule got shifted around and such 'cuz the city is pop?
Welllll, I took a swing by Bergtraum the other day to meet my homegirl, and uhh, they have the enTIRE building scaffolded. (For those of you that have actually seen Bergtraum, you would know how much scaffolding that is). So I asked her wtf is going on there, and she said they're getting a completely new facade (exterior).

?????Ex-squeeze me???????
A new facade?
The shit looked perfectly fine just a week ago, when they were smackin' around our girls b-ball team, fuck a facade.
Meanwhile, my US History teacher has to make photocopies of textbooks 'cuz Mr. Principal supposedly can't even afford 17.

Tell me that ain't backwards.

Newyz, lets get started on this tradition before you fall asleep reading this long a$$ ish.

SOTD (for you illiterates, that's Song Of The Day).
Artist: Jim Jones
Song: Blow the Bank (feat. Oshy Star)
Album: Pray IV Reign
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLTZSQmeWZg

By the way, sorry I couldn't get any pictures for this post. If you've talked to me on AIM at any time, you'll know how my internet be actin' up.

Peace Suckaz.

Hello Brook-Lem

Don't get it?

(Dummy)

Lol

Its a combination of the two places that make up most of my daily existence, Brooklyn and Harlem. I've had this argument as many times as Kanye has mood swings (12,987 to be exact).

What argument you ask?

Which place is better, who has better music, who has better fashion, etc etc etc.

At one point, it got to the point where we argued about who has more MTA Subway Terminals. I try to refrain from using shorthand on this blog but...OMG...WTF...SMFH.

So, now that I finally have an outlet to talk on, I'll take this opportunity to put the ridiculous debate to rest, because frankly, there is none.

First of all, I understand you failing US History, but c'mon, you gotta know that Harlem is NOT a borough.

Let me repeat this again...Manhattan is a borough, Brooklyn is a borough, Harlem is a COMMUNITY.

Still don't get it?

(smh)

Anyway, there are a few things that could help us answer the question. Let's start with my favorite topic, music.

The greatest rapper alive (Sorry Weezy), no doubt, is Jay-Z. We all know where he's from. The only rapper from Harlem that comes even close to Jigga's prowess is (or rather, was) Puff Daddy, I mean P.Diddy, I mean Diddy, whatever the eff they call him these days. We all know what he is now, a boy band making, singing, reality show host. He gets two points for swag though.

Okay, congratulations on Cam'ron, (ask him if we could at least get a phone call or sumthin? Let a homie know how his vacation is going), and Juelz, definitely one of the hardest in the game, even gets a nomination from me for verse of the year (You Ain't Got Nuthin'--Weezy-Carter III), and Jim Jones, who actually has slowly but surely made his way into my Fave Five Rappers, and the shortlist of albums to watch for in 2009. But nothing lights up the radio frequencis like new bangers from the G.O.A.T, or Fabolous, give me 10 in the game harder than Talib Kweli? Brooklyn, the borough where its not all about money, cars, clothes; but rather, lifestyle and swagger, which trump the first three easily.

Best weed, coke, and smuts?=Harlem (owwieee)

Stupid suckaz...where does that get you?

Here's what I'll give Harlem though, some of the best places to shop. Even I'll admit I've gotten out of my bed to go to 125th and 8th to get my kicks, or Madison Ave. to pick sumthin' up for the wifey<

Sure, I go to school in Harlem but, that's about it.

I could go on forever about Brooklyn but, I'd feel bad for you H-town heads, probably report my blog to blogspot.

Mind you, the best baller alive is about to play on Atlantic and Flatbush>>Bron-Bron (no homo).

And when ya'll wanna get ya dagger dagger on?

Who plays Mavado and RDX on 135th?

Nope, everyone goes to Church, or the Sky's the LImit, or (Alicea's House). lol

Don't hate.

Peace suckaz.

Rappa Ternt Sanga

T-Pain,

I mean, Drake...

...I mean, Kanye...

...I mean, Nelly...

...I mean, Diddy...

...I mean, Lil Wayne, Yung Berg...anybody else who got bored with rappin' about sex, drugs, and money.

But what I really mean is Taahir Jacques (?).

Yes, ladies and gentleman, the young gentleman from Brownsville in Brooklyn, New York has made his mark on quite a few ears, progressing from a writer, to a rapper and performer, and his most notable characteristic, his knack for singing.

Dabbling in the game at the early age of 13, Jacques-who very notably uses his real name while performing-worked with fellow freshman friends attempting to succeed in the ever changing music industry, however limited their resources were. Taking a break in his sophomore year at Frederick Douglass Academy to get his academics together, the Brooklyn native returned to top form in 2008 with his buzzing single, "Look Back" (produced by Shaleek)which takes the listener on a quick train ride through the tumultuous first 15 years of the young man's life. Not long after, fans of his innovative style were satisfied with the up-and-comer's 2nd studio offering "Fallin'", which appropriately samples Keyshia Cole's little known banger from her 2nd album Just Like Me.

Once again taking a break to take care of academics, Ty returned to the studio in late 2008 and early 2009 to release his next double-up of singles, beginning with the anticipated release of the fellow Class of 2009 member Maurice Evans produced Leeway, and the DJ Many Hats produced Moshpit. Don't worry, I asked twice what that word meant too when I heard it, but they'll be coming out in the near future and be prepared for rave reviews, "ya boy" is on the map.

Having established a solid fan base within the walls of the same school that produced Interscope's next problem child Charles Hamilton, Taahir has made a name for probably the most solid and well-rounded musical performer that Frederick Douglass has to offer. Not to mention, at the school's pre-holiday celebration, a show that was in bad need of a revival got its wish when Jacques took the stage, as the audience was treated to both his impeccable rapping and singing talents, which drew multiple standing ovations and even requests for autographs after it was over. Quality music is hard to come by, so don't miss his next two singles (hear them on Imeem, Myspace), and if you haven't heart his previoust two, look down. If you have, peace suckaz.

Look Back: http://www.imeem.com/people/pAadnF-/music/ckvh8nvE/taahir_look_back_b/

Fallin': http://www.imeem.com/people/pAadnF-/music/tsHTK7bx/idkia_fallin/

Hello '09: Graduation and Proving Grounds.

Don't call me selfish, but yes, I did label my long overdue latest blog "Graduation" because I'm definitely gonna be a high school graduate come June of this year. Owww. But it does have a double meaning for all you impatient readers. What comes to mind when you hear Jay-Z and Eminem? Certainly not Gold plaques and Moonman awards. Sure those are nice, but those two are much more related to Multiplatinum plaques and Grammys (by the way, tune in to the Grammy's this year, hip-hops biggest performance in history-Swagger Like Us-is going to take place in a big way). So will these two graduate officially to be considered the two greatest rappers of all time? We shall see. Already, they ended 2008 with a bang, Jay-Z with his offering from the Notorious Soundtrack: Brooklyn Go Hard, a head nodding collabo with Santogold that features one of the most ridiculous punchlines in the former Def Jam President's career. Read it and weep:

I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them

I Jack, I Rob, I Sin

Aw man, I'm Jackie Robinson

'Sept when I run base

I Dodge the pen.

Oh lord, what's that thing that they say on AIM again?

oh yea...

WTF?!

(Get a tissue, hurry back, there's more)

The Blueprint 3 is supposed to feature Big Hovi returning to his more lyrical roots, instead of worrying more about how high his singles debut on the charts. There's nothing wrong with a little Billboard honor but, who doesn't miss the Renegade days?

Oh, speaking of the devil.

Imagine a year when the two greatest living legends release an album in the same year.

'Pac and Big always avoided that, and even after Pac's death, he put out more albums than when his heart was still beating. I'm tellin' you, check your local deli, he's out there somewhere.

Eminem is coming back out with his latest offering, Relapse, and has already had a buzzing single by the same name, in which he finally returns to his distorted tip-top shape form (see: Brain Damage, The Way I Am, Sing for the Moment).

"Give me that 5 month year old baby to shake him up

It'll only take me a second to

Slip up and choke his trachea"

What? It's sickening, which is exactly why Relapse is gonna garner some major attention, probably about .56% of the attention the inauguration gained, which is major (lol).

Tell me something though, how hard do you think Jim Jones has been working lately?

We Fly High and the Capo Movement 3 years ago gave him all the common symptoms of a one-hit wonder. A new clothing fad, a Billboard top ten single, and 2789287924823 remixes. But, a gradual improvement in his lyrical ability, plus an uncanny ability to simply make people listen to the heartfelt stuff he says, has Jim Jones in line to release a major album, cleverly titled Pray IV Reign, in mid-2009. He has once again found himself in the Billboard spotlight, but how about his verse on Kid Cudi's every-blunt-rolling-lover's favorite song, Day 'N' Nite? Even if you wear Neiman Marcus to work and Kumar drives you around downtown you know that we are all...

born to dieeee...you know the rest.

Watch out for this track, becasue at first I hated it, but it grew on me, which is good, because at first I hated 6 minutes (Pssh...Imagine that).

Precious (feat. Ryan Leslie)

I call it a mellow-dy, and if you're not careful you'll slowly drift to your basement and lie on the floor. But catch it at the right time, and you'll see how powerful that collabo is.

Last but not least, Mr. Raspy himself has coughed, wheezed, and choked his way back into the spotlight. Remember the end of '08? Everybody was waitin for his 3rd LP, Kiss My Ass, he even had the t-shirt on at the BET Hip-Hop Awards. How embarassing that he even had a release date on it, but December 9th just came and went and his ass ain't been kissed.

Probably for all those mom's in suburbia who cover their kids faces when Miley Cyrus gets kissed on the Disney Channel, Jada changed the name of his album to The Last Kiss, sparking the debate that he was going all Lupe, the Game on us and retiring in the height of his career. But, of course, that was just TMZ talking so we'll be hearing more heart attacks on Hot 97 in the future for Yonkers greatest lyricist.

Hey you, yes you, have you heard Death Wish? Or Letter to B.I.G? Jada is back, and if you don't believe it, well, idk, believe it, because its true. Watch for that album in '09.

Oh, I almost forgot, two last things before I leave you. Busta Rhymes recently debuted the cover for his new album Back on my B.S last week. Its so creative, I couldn't help but laugh just looking at it. Check it out.

Isn't it hilarious? But its true, the hits just keep on coming for Mr. Arab Money, the latest features Mr. Raspy and Young Jeezy, on the banger, Conglomerate. Lyrical onslaughts from all three heaveweights just makes his new album that much better.

The 2nd thing was something about fashion, which always passes its way through downtown Brooklyn, and my boy Cam (shout to him) runs a boutique in Pacific, and just got a new shipment of the new Alejandro Ingelmos (won't find those at Foot Locker (I used that joke already didn't I)), and omg, they're hawt (that was gay.) Peep those and my next blog, Peace Suckaz.

XXL Freshman 11?

Soooo, last November was basically the end of the year for XXL Hip-Hop Magazine's writing period. It's become tradition for them to end every year by basing an entire feature of the magazine on the ten potential superstars of the future, called the Freshman Ten, and they do a darn good job wit hit. I mean, the last batch of freshman featured guys like Lupe Fiasco, Plies and Gorilla Zoe, who have all had pretty major commercial success, which ultimately, is almost every rapper's dream.

Completely boosting XXL's ratings, they came out with the 2008-2009 batch of freshman which featured some of the biggest "next-up" superstars that the industry has seen in years. New york representatives Charles Hamilton, Cory Gunz and Mickey Factz reminded the industry that the East ain't dead. Strong southern competitors Ace Hood and B.o.B look to follow in the footsteps of Rick Ross and Andre 3000 respectively. Not to mention Kid Cudi, who has already made an appearance on one of the year's best albums (808's and Heartbreaks), Blu (the next Common (with hair)), Curren$y (Lil' Wayne's descendant), and Asher Roth (a much happier, younger, and has a ways to go, Eminem). It seems as if the heralded magazine had all the bases covered, right?

Wrong. I know that we have some immigration issues with Mexico, but what about our neighbors in the north? Not a Raptors fan? So what, that magazine cover means nothing (at least not to me) without Drake gracing one of the covers.

The second rapper as of late to gain recognition in the states (see: Kardinal Offishall), Drake has the lyrical potential of dare I say it? (Big Hovi), the lyrical ability of Kanye, and the wordplay of Jadakiss, Fabolous, and Juelz put together. He released one of the year's top five mixtapes (Comeback Season), and another sizeable competitor for the shortlist (Heartbreak Drake) and has a much anticipated '09 mixtape (So Far Gone) fast approaching and of course, the culminating event, the debut studio album (Thank Me Later), primed and ready to begin production and drop later this year.

Dont' believe me? Some of his material is on his OWN blogspot (octobersverywon.blogspot.com), you can now see what inspired MY url.

Slow internet? I gotchu...listen up.
The below lyrical onslaught was taken from a guest appearance that the Toronto rapper made on Lil' Wayne's highly anticipated, lowly rated 3rd installment to the Dedication series, on a song titled Stuntin'.

I'm a rapper turned singer
and you can tell that he smoke
but i don't need my vocal cords all i hit is c-notes
N.E.R.D flow I spazz if i'm prevoked
I'm about to change the f***** game pass the re-mote
money is everything, and its every other thing
i'm part of the choir thats the motto that my brother sing
cash is the right now, women are postgame
money over b***** dot come check the do-main
and its coming too soon, album on the way
people ask me if i pray, I say yeah, once in a blue moon
oops, i mean a red moon
I did it again toon
let me leave a spacin' 'fo yo blood affiliation
I stay, heavy metaphor, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other young'ns like a cobra snake
frostbite drizzy n****, aint nobody cold as Drake
keep yo ass in line, don' t be tryna roller skate
f*** all the discreet s***, I be on some deep s***
I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite s***, and you can tell I'm real
'Cuz i'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin street s***
young angel, young lion i'm done tryin'
i'm just doin, who's drinkin cuz i'm buyin
It's on me, everything is on me
and my girl is still down like she's f***** jon b...

there's more fire but...u get the point.
Wanna hear the real song?
((go to youtube..duhh)).

I also reccomend you listen to some of his new and old mixtape joints.
Say What's Real--Hearbreak Drake
Stunt Hard--Heartbreak Drake
Going in For Life--Comeback Season
Ransom--Comeback Season
Decieving
City Is Mine.

If you're not sold after those few joints, you're an ignorant country-ist and don't ever read my blog again.

Ever.
Drake needs to be recognized as THE premier up and coming superstar.
Charles is nice, Wale is mean, and Asher Roth is ridiculous.

But Drake is real.
Define that.

Martin Luther King Jr./Obama Weekend

How many people have heard the term: A picture is worth a thousand words? (don't raise your hands all at once). Everybody, well I figured that. So just take a look at the two pictures above my comparatively meaningless text and tell me what you think, and what you feel. White America just had it coming. They killed MLK Jr., they shot down Diallo and Bell, and they pursued O.J as if he wore a turban and engineered 9/11 (by the way, where is that guy, won't be surprised to see him at the inauguration, not like anybody's looking for him), did they really think that 40 years later we weren't gonna stick it to the man? Did they really think they would get away with centuries of oppressive, decieving idiots just looking to be the next face of a dollar bill? God has a conscience too, which is why for the first time in the history of...well...history, on Tuesday January 20th (incidentally the day consecutively AFTER the late great Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday) Barack Obama will be sworn in as our nation's 44th Commander in Cheif, our 44th president, the first intelligent one in like, forever. I'll be there, and if i can' get my camera to work, i'll be blowing my phone up with pictures, videos, everything. This isn't just, Will Smith being the first black rapper to win anything at the Grammy's, this isn't Jay-Z running Def Jam, this isn't even Ben Carson running the neurological program at Johns Hopkins U. Hospital (as big as that was and is). This is every whiplash, every child born as a result of a raped slave, this is for every unnecessary shooting, every dog set upon a colored person, this is for every segregated water fountain, every segregated school, every juror who voted against the Brown v Board of Education verdict. This is for every ridiculous arrest, this is for Amadou, Sean, and Rodney, and all the other victims we just haven't heard about, this is for James Davis, this is for Rosa Parks, this is for Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth, this is for the poor woman that Thomas Jefferson raped into oblivion, this is for the Harlem Hellfighters, and the rest of the frontline at the Civil War, this is for the Native Americans, the Historically Black Colleges, and Mount Holyoke.

This is for every and anyone who did anything significant (yes, even you Young Jeezy) in the name of the advancement of Obama and the equality cause.

"Sometimes I wanna sit back or at least take a break/But that's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scott's face."
-The Game

Listen to the entire song actually: Letter to the King--The Game (featuring Nas)--L.A.X
It's powerful, controversial but powerful.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words,
I'll end this post at about, 479.

Martin Luther King Jr./Obama Weekend

Aren't they bea-yoooooo-teeful??

Supra Skytop--Patent Red

S.O.T.D--I LIke Your Supras--Mickey Factz

Courtesy of:
Factory 413
Los Angeles.

This ain't no candy bar my dear.
Won't find these at footlocker.

Quite a few people r gonna be mad that I have the song for this profile made by Mickey Factz...

SO WAT!!

Why is it the peopl that spit the realest ish get hated on the most?

"Define it in the bible where Jesus took money from a sinner/ten percent to pay the rent of the lord's house?/So suttin ain't right when the preacher pulls the porsche out/So how can i say in God We Trust?/When we got fake religious men robbin' us?"
-Factz

...and sell the least?

"Grill in one hand, while the other hand throws the peace up/my other hand throwin' we without the e up/i got like five mo' man i'm sumthin like sheefa...

...see I beeen around the world like the gnome/but i come from the zone where the homes' all beat up/the folks unkown and the stones all meet up/police tap my phones, got my songs on speaker/say he spat the poems got they domes all leaked up/to get up on they thrones and become young leaders"
-Lu.

R u serious?,

Suave.

The Return of ?assidy

I WISH...i could remember just where i wrote this originally...

but ?assidy is back...and no this is not a play on ?uestlove
(sike)

but ?assidy is back...the real question is where is Cassidy.
Nobody knows who this Cassidy is, first he decides to do a ridiculously fly collabo with Cory Gunz (Young Money)...and then diss Lil' Wayne (Mr. Young Money)...Cassidy is not sure whether he wants to go mainstream or remain underground...and furthermore...he has no idea what he wants to rap about.

Maybe its just me...but i'm sick of all the gun-clappin' (I live 5 min from Bed-Stuy), the smutty "bitchez" and "hoes" bein' the subject of music (I go to school in Harlem), and everything always being so much about effin' money (Why were two of the biggest rap song in the last two years I GET Money, and GOT money? What's next...I'm GETTING Money?)

Somebody's gotta be tired of this shit...
>>After such a long layoff ?assidy comes back with the sammmme ol' crap...as if we don't have enough bullsh*t music to talk about (Soulja Boy)<<

What happened to the good ol' days, where when you're ridin' uptown instead of putting on Max B, ppl jammed to In The Groove, one of Marvin Gaye's best albums? Is he just for makin' love now?

Yallz needa getts yallz act together not to point any fingers (hip-hop), or its all over.

Need motivation?
Just listen to Soulja Boy's album.

Suave.

TPS: Downtown's Own...

Welcom3 everyone to the inner thoughts of me...Khari Nixon...

don't tell anybody my real name...
lol

I alwyz wanted a place to put my thoughts on the things and events on the stuff that goes on in and around my life...

myspace is retarded...youtube is too crowded...
and xxl is run by negroes...

so I'ma come here and do my own thing...((THANKSSS SATARRAA...URE THE GREATEST FRIEND WALKING!!)))

so feel free to check this out...

I luv music so0o...i'm gonna talk a lot about that...
I luv style...xpect summa that too...

but most of all i love life

so watch (and read) me live it...,

Suave.