I had a baby. My car blew the fuck up. I was going to school and graduated. The events that took place this past year shaped me and strengthened me. So many people I wanted to build with but priorities had me sleepless, trying to write whenever possible. Plenty of trolley rides to the Encanto stop. I came in the game trying to build but plenty of people were dissing off top. Then when I defended myself , I was considered to be acting “too good” for my colleagues. Damned if you do damned if you don’t right? In any case I learned that the best relationships formed are those that are not one sided. So many people so many different struggles, where then do we find common ground? in the music business money tends to be that common ground . It is evident in the sincerity and the quality of the music. I knew this before I even started grabbing mics again. I strived to paint pictures of my life as vivid as possible absent of hyperbole or straight false doctrine. I succeeded in every song. As result I gained mini fame. I rubbed some people wrong with my “New Pussy” song. Although it was an old story it was a true story and some people attached the old situation to my current life. ” So Weary” which was my most popular song was my confession booth song but it contained I guess some would call a diss but more like a fact. “Fade invitation had you frost bit.” The negative space i was in to write that song proved to be the most adored. I got my homeboy on “Just The Facts” but I also spoke on the way I was greeted with false love from the beginning. i also dissed anyone who was dissing me at the time. “Them silly guys is throwing rocks up at us” It was a really general statement but I knew someone had to be talking shit , so why not let em know how I felt. Again although I was happy and content with my songs, I had to embrace a negative energy to spit what I wrote.
The San Diego scene interacts on facebook more than any other scene I have scene. People laugh at the thought of “SD Unity” but for a brief couple of years it seemed like it was progressing towards that direction. me being away for so long , stepped into the scene unaware of who was beefing with who , who had a problems with who. I was greeted by so many artist with side talk about other artist. The shit didn’t seem right so I put my guard up. I never dissed any rapper specifically , because i ahd to assess if my fantasy to unite the scene was just a dream or a possibility. One artist will write a general Facebook post speaking on another artist. At least one artist will get offended and even though it may not be meant for them. I knew a couple may have been geared to me but I guess being raised watching an era where Emcees let their feelings out on booths and not social networks kept me from from jumping the gun. “Meat Cleavers” in the back. Rest followed.
My cousin Slim got down with my crew. I got to telling him how if not for the the tree i may have lost my sanity during that time. The association of weed and spirituality although taboo in this country is a real concept for the BullyFoot Crew. You may not see me high all the time. I got shit to do and I keep killa tree. I believe that any good thing can be abused. In the Pacific Northwest Dojo i worte a song called “The Good Weed Gospels” to this beat by Jake, (not Jake One but shout out to him anyways) . I chose itto be myalbum title becuase duringthe making of The Life and Times of a Beat Addict, I found many flaws in myself as well as things to be proud of. Things I knew God bestowed upon me for greater purpose. I found that God introduces himself to everyone in this world in different images. With the U.S. attempts to decriminalize marijuana these days everyone and their mom smokes. i started writing this album to say hey, if you you smoke, or even if you don’t smoke. You may wanna listen to this, because my life has been full of trial of tribulations. Yet I stand here feeling triumphant . This is what it looks like with you have filled yourself with Faith in the unknown , and accepted your blessings as well as your judgement. Lemme be high on my out.