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Rest in heavenly paradise, Nipsey.


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Thursday Thoughts: 2/22/18

Another Thursday is winding down, and per usual, it’s time for some reflection. Today I was able to browse through a few things that enlightened the processes in the part of the brain that is my conscious mind.

These were long form interviews for the most part that were able to gauge the pulse of society and culture at certain checkpoints in the past and present day. Thoughts and ideas for a progressive mindset, but also an objective magnifying glass for topics that require subjective reflection.

In an effort to avoid spewing opinions on the subject matter, and spoiling the uniqueness of each discussion as a whole, I’ll get straight into providing the videos that crossed my path today. Much respect to the late great mind that was Tupac Shakur, and much respect to the enigmatic curator of lifestyles, Nipsey Hussle. Make sure you peep that Victory Lap by Nip, it goes a long way in tying together his interview.

Tupac Shakur – 1992

Tupac Shakur Interview From Prison

Nipsey Hussle Breakfast Club Interview

Thursday Thoughts: 2/15/18

Lack of Peaces

I can’t share until I know

I can’t be a devotional soul until I know

I can’t align with the words until you see how I spell

Until you know how I read

I can’t make priorities out of attractions

Not until I know

I need to know that you know

You have to know how I ache

How I hollow out when the circumstances overwhelm my system

You have to know my sadness and what it looks like

Because for me it camouflages in plain sight

You have to know the battles I fight to lose

You have to know I want to play to win

You have to know the real me

We have to know we deserve it

We have to know harmonies

We have to know how to lose time

And we have to know when to rob each other blind

For our emotions

For our sanity

This is all stuff I don’t know

This is all stuff that I want to know

I’m for me right now and I know it’s wrong to the degree in which I embody it

I don’t want me all to myself

I know I want only the pieces back when they get all strung out

I want to know what strung out is with your pieces in my hand knowing my work will never do your purest form justice

We can play so much

With all my pieces

But I won’t share until I know

I didn’t know I can’t share

And I don’t know why


Medium – Shock B

Thursday Thoughts: 2/8/18

Like it was stated in the introduction, not everything on this site is supposed to be one thing. Everything is accepted and welcomed for expression. The site is a canvas and is a welcoming to all things that derive from thought. It’s been sports and podcast heavy since the takeoff, with a few things sprinkled in here and there, but ultimately the world has many different gears. All of those gears are used to drive the car, and the users and contributors provide the fuel. With that being said, another weekly addition will be added to the site, mainly for artistic or reflective, thought-provoking purposes. Or simply personal expression. It’s called Thursday Thoughts and I’d like to start it with my latest piece from a recent experience I felt inclined to pen.


She’s the type to change her songs halfway through, right after she hears her favorite part

She’s one of those people

Those are usually the worst type of people

Something tells me she’s the best type of person

The life off her lips is intoxicating

Potent even, under the spell of her painted haze

She created a living picture with no canvas

And did it effortlessly

Anxiety is a bitch but somehow she put it in its place with only a few words

The walls were extravagant

Soul decorum

Painted with that energy of one that she was so eager to school me on

A room that felt like home in a location with no address and not a shred of evidence for time

An infinite energy that caressed my psyche

Couldn’t tell how

Don’t know why

But I did know her

Even though I didn’t

We were screenwriters for a movie never meant to see a screen, but still meant to be sceene

In all honesty

She set the pace, I just treaded water in the midnight oil we used to paint

And I can’t swim

But somehow I floated

Her words were a million miles a minute

Based on her past

It seemed like she could fit her million miles traveled into one minute and still be ready for the next 10 million

She exists in an area code so foreign to me

Yet somehow it’s familiar

Ecstasy is in her blood as she’s surrounded by dopamine

Her highs are as low as one can get

In the best way possible

It felt as if we could have created string theory with our thoughts that night

Till forever was yesterday

And time was as perishable as money

But my money forced me to my sobering home

For a test of tomorrow

My ecstasy was gone but I never felt sad

Only happier for having it ignited

If only for a few hours in this living canvas

She was ready for the next song

I was still seeing music in the picture I took

And with no energy

I felt all of it with one flash

She had the best taste in music

She is the best type of person

Jordin M. S.

This particular piece can be found here along with a full slate of previous work here.

Check it out. See what you like and what you don’t. If ever you have any personal submissions you’d like to put up be sure to let us know. This space is as much yours as it is ours. Thursday’s are for thoughts.