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
Seated there (doing what he might do) is my buddy "Dru Chris" of Artists & repertoire. I'd like to think that history was being made before and after this picture was taken, right in the comfort of my own patio. I won't go into details (because honestly, I don't know how to without stopping) but just know that the future has come to fruition.
I've never been a big fan of Big Sean. So I won't waste much of my time or yours giving my opinion on the guy. But this song actually doesn't make me want to grimace when I sit down to listen, and the video actually makes me like him just a tad bit more. (Not like, just like more than dislike).
I still wish he hadn't attempted to rhyme "whateveritwasthathesaid" with "pilates", and that he hadn't tried to remind us for the umphteenth time that he wears "high end" clothing. So no, I still don't think he's underrated, but if this song is anything like what he has planned...Than Big Sean might be bearable in the future.
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.
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.
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.
