MP3 John Public - The Thrift Shop Experience
Sounds like Slug. battling Lupe Fiasco. At Vince Vaughn''s house, playing beer pong with Guiliani and the Bush twins. Add a few how-bout-them-apples, some Honus Wagner and vintage film reels of Tyson and that''s me.
15 MP3 Songs
HIP-HOP/RAP: Hip Hop, FOLK: Urban Folk
”Modern throwbacks are not yesterday’s classics
Find me outside school throwin boxes for practice.”
There are all sorts of highs and lows people hit. Some are chemically induced for pleasure or pain, some form because we internalize (fill in blank) one time too many, and the rest I like to conveniently blame on the way of the world – those situations out of our control where, despite our best efforts, the shit is FUBAR’d and resolution will always be unattainable.
These particular climbs and falls were collectively described to me once over some warm beer and really bland lobster quite simply as a roller coaster. It took awhile, but I came to realize that the ride is not to be taken for granted, because frankly, some people don’t even get the chance to get in line, real language.
While I probably don’t call upon those words often enough, they do illustrate a point. It tells me that there is always something worth hoping for, and that what goes down is bound to come up. It also tells me that life will be full of disappointment and that, roses, as sweet as they smell and as great as they look, will die. Our dreams often follow a similar pattern, but what’s dope about a dream is that it is the one thing we can control. It’s ours, and no one else’s. It is ours to create, to plan and to actualize. Until our eyes close for the final time, our dreams don’t die unless we let them. And so it is at that point where hip hop means the most to me.
Everyone has their own path through life: some do, some teach and the rest are students. On the breakdown, some live behind the bar, others remain on the opposite side of the glass. Looking deeper, you see a lot of salesman, fewer models and even less risking all as entrepreneurs. And at the tail end, there are even some who respond to a higher calling, cut from a different cloth, the men and women that put their foot before ours in service; in point of fact, THEY do what they do so the rest of us can do what we do. But whatever it is YOU do, however it is YOU describe yourself… life has given you your own path and allowed you to guide and/or fuck yourself into the position, personality, vicinity and mind-state that you currently occupy.
An emcee’s sole purpose is to communicate that moment. Through song, my sole responsibility is to convey a message and make sense of the thoughts, emotions, anecdotes, stories, jokes and everything in between that’s makes up our lives. For three minutes, you and I don’t see each other as flawed individuals; in those minutes, walls come down and minds are turned on. It’s a chance to move beyond the bullshit, to a grown-folks place where we look squarely at ourselves and understand exactly what it is we were put here to do. I make music for imperfect people to feel OK about being imperfect.
”Efforts remain sane through bumps and lumps
Tryin to keep the music from skippin and such
Gotta have the laughter, smiles and tears
Together our fears will forever be memories in years
That come and pass eventually
Through the peephole of perception, I see, Opportunity remember me.”
That’s all you really need to know about me. But if you’re still looking for what the sound feels like… I sound like Slug... dissing Lupe Fiasco. At Vince Vaughn''s house, playing beer pong with Guiliani and the Bush twins. Add a few how-bout-them-apples, some Honus Wagner and vintage film reels of Tyson and that''s me. Oh... can''t forget the two splashes of bourbon, either. Peace and good music...
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