From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Monday, June 28, 2010

A couple of the wires in my heart are broke

Certain songs just land directly on your heart at the right moment. Whether you're high, drunk, sober, sad, or lonely. Said song can't be forgotten no matter how hard you try.

Or there's the other end. You might have heard this song when you were far too gone to remember what it was, and have been searching for it since, but nothing else can fill it's place. (Hah, so music's a little bit like love. Isn't it?)

My "love" is Symphonies by Dan Black. I was moments away from clicking the "Dashboard Confessional" station on Pandora when this came on. And I thought to myself, "This song is my baby. I'm gonna marry her and buy her a $5,000 makeup bag when she's upset with me."

Not really, but I didn't think that it could get any better, and like always, I was wrong.

dan black symphonies from cherrydayko on Vimeo.

And there was the other version (which was good too, but I would not leave the original for this one)

Dan Black feat. Kid Cudi "Symphonies" from chic & artistic on Vimeo.

But the point is, that there is no point. I just really wanted everyone to enjoy this song (and video) as much as I do.

And if you've lost this kind of song/love..I hope that you find it friend. Otherwise nothing will ever be right again.

S.I.R. - Kisses & Goodnight

I haven't heard from my man in a minute but I'm guessing he's about jump start something that should have been jump started long ago. Trust me. His name is S.i.r. and he has been depriving hip hop of...actual hip hop for as long as I've known him atLEAST (which isn't that long, but still). Give it spin, it's only a preview.


The Mixtape: "Excuse me s.i.r." link will be posted late july.


Saturday, June 26, 2010

Friday, June 25, 2010

Golden Society


I normally don't fuck with supras, at all. But something about these caught my eye. I don't know what it could be. Maybe it was the white shoe laces? The black lines on the midsole? Oh, I guess it could be the fact that it's a tall gold sneaker. That could be it.

Did you buy them Nya? You didn't actually buy them right?

Pair my fascination with a nice sale and purchases are bound to be made.
So yes, I fucking bought them.


Say what you will.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

18th Annual Islamic Heritage Festival


Jack Frost

Random Lady, hot and tired

The People


Monday, June 7, 2010

Nike Air Zoom Barcelona

I like Nike's innovation lately. Actually, one can't help but wonder if they're actually running out of ideas(What else could possibly possess you to create sock fed frankensteins?).

If someone could smack the genius who thought to crowd our local shoe stores with Jordan fusions, it would be greatly appreciated.

In any case, I think they got it right this time. I think I see elements of 180's, Jordan VII's, and maybe even Barkley's (the strap)?

Good job Nike.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

If everyones name were Gucci Mane

We would all wear houses around our necks.

Instead of protecting ourselves with condoms, we would opt to glue diamonds on our dicks.

And instead of condom residue, she'd get diamonds on her tongue, meaning she might choke on them.

We would all love street niggas. Love them.

"Lemon pepper wangs in freeze cups" would actually be relevant at some vendor location.

Everyone else would be stoopid if they spelled stupid correctly.

First we'd get her name, THEN we'd get her number.
I mean, what the hell were we thinking before!?!?!

All the students would leave Spelman to come and be Gucci girls.

We would live at bus stops. Waiting for girls.

Susie would be the only bitch we ever loved.

If she were a prostitute, we wouldn't object to her payment plan.

Sadly, Susie would actually be a smut who failed to love us back.

Axe, Curve, and Versace would all go out of business very quickly. The only cologne we'd need would be Dro. Strong Dro.

Photo shoots would take place everywhere. With the broad, in the mall, at the club, with their girls..Anywhere that a camera phone is handy.

Society would suffer the loss of several ho's every time that we hit the beach and had to take our shirts off.

Two words, LEMON. TEETH.

White diamonds would be referred to as "Caucasian"

White girls? Susie, or Sarah. Nothing else.

The US bureau of citizenship would constantly be at our houses for our many immigrant cars.

The terms cold, chilly, frosty, frigid, wintry, etc would not exist. Everything would be BURR.

(See If everyones name was Lil Wayne )