Charles K
Forty Minutes In the Vocal Booth
Apr 26, 2019
Does destiny exist in the world? Thats an engineers question to a recording artist. My reply was from the voice of the world, "Does the hate you give die like flesh or live eternally like a journey to liberation?" The moment its relevant to discuss I believe destiny is now in an infancy to life. In all occassions similar to an anointing oil in a christening the events manifest a new design. What we share in the infancy stages of entertainment manifest into a live or die. In my 40 minutes of seclusion of the world temporarily everything stopped and a new life was giving birth. Its amazing..
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Hip Hop Told me a Secret
Mar 20, 2019
Mood: creative
If you listen loud enough we may be discovered.. Roll Call!!!!.. Its a line up and somebody is not classified... Hip Hop.. where you at?? In the community of nobody's somebody's music is being made.. and it be like "You are not alone, I am here with you"... Oh that was Michael Jackson wasn't it.. Roll Call!!!! Hip Hop... where you at?? In the community of big city lights, the radio show host is like... Heeeeyyyy... We turnt up in the city.. and the Neighborhood kid be like,... "I wake up to get my cake up I'm cheer grinding".. Oh hold on that was Boosie Badazz,. What I'm saying is I heard Hip Hop and it trickled down.. like the raspberry ice cream on the ice cream cone... That trickle down effect is real,.. so real that not every body is able to get in. That doesn't mean that Hip Hop forgot about you.. its in the neighborhood to stay.. so we hope... Call it what you like. It can be called the Entertainment with the Capital E and a silent N.. J/K whatever it is it is real enough to feel the electricity and vibes in a building with 4 walls.. Nagh I'm not rolling.. Just know what an euphoric feeling that the chemistry gives. So you'd like to be called Knucklehead, and leave an impression like a tan line from a pinky ring after rocking the mic under the soundstage lights,.. cool I hope to hear you when you call in and shout out the community over the radio waves.. From what I heard hip hop say,... "I think they should know whats up.. Whats up....... I'm just here to spread the news." Roll Call!!!.. Hip Hop Where you at??
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Couldn't Catch the Flow
Mar 16, 2019
Mood: focused
Anxiety is like a electronic beat from 'the crates'. Some times its hard to catch the flow, and the break through is like Fame its hard to live with its paparazzi and stay true to who you are after all the suppressing and diluted reasoning. The only antidote seems to be the release of serotonin of the brain to keep us balanced. The neighborhood kid is wild at heart, crazy mf.. Cool with everybody.. The antidote and at the same time the head of a shock therapy for the fans. Gazing in the air looking for a sign from nature to spark interest in the beauty of the beast. I release. This flow is from the heart and packaged like a F-U verse to the world. Kinda like 8 Ball's hook from "Nobody but me" on 'In my lifetime'. Temporarily a moment of release but within the next hour somewhat a casuality. '
"Check my work kid, show you what worth is, its three dimensional, remind ya self nobody's built like you you design ya self".. As I pieced together the game. I figure out one thing, and one thing only. Living in panic or in fear of your sanity is poverty in addition to having a dependency. The true release a person can have is organizing and successfully conducting the task at hand. So here I am trying to catch the flow. Angry at the sober kids and worst angry at society. Seems to have a F-U verse to the world often.. Thats a flagrant foul, and tomorrow is looking bleek. Some may not reason to the perfect imperfect purpose. And dreams may not be exactly in the growing nature of tangible things at reach like the dollar menu at McDonalds. Ask me how I know, at once I was jipped of my sanity and the world had me on the tree where that root was getting weak. "Boost me up two times.. Kick sane issh that make sense for christ sake, I'm a leaf falling from hundreds of feet feather light but heart as heavy as can be".. Thats trill.. Too trill like trill og. Where I'm at..? I'm in the heart of my speech.. Just when the climax is reached and the guest stands up and says yo.. Peep.. Boost me up two times and say something that makes sense. Do you.. Hip Hop.. But don't forget about the neighborhood. The neighborhood kids are watching trying to catch the flow.
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The Dormitory Room Speakers
Mar 16, 2019
Mood: bullied
The speakers must've been too loud. I clearly said, "even all the way around." Just as I sat down. I guess the old adage is true,'You get what you pay for'. Joined this kid in the student union a few times and each time I'm around he says, "say bo.. Got the clippers and the cut for 5". Typically I'm in the window yelling from the 2nd floor. As I got 8 Ball and MJG in the deck.. They know me from my lowkey kool swagg.. And the loud mouf homeboy who always seems to be in shock when he sees more than a crew of bruhs.. Like he was hosting the radio show... "Oh DAMN WZUP!!!." Followed by a rank.. "Look at this nigga in the wrinkled white tee". Its the G Unit Era at the time.. And only the popular kids from the inner city wore Hilfiger, Polo. Just my outside perspective.. Iunno. No over exaggerating his energy never seemed to be below freezing... Cool room temp.. His name isnt important. My point is the 2nd floor had a mastery of the hustle. The end was my corner lot.. My spot where the tunes always blared on freshman year and the middle was the back pack crews.. If they could they'd sale the vaccination for chicken pox, but where no man never wants to ever get played is in the barber's chair. The student union is to the freshman as to the New York Stock Exchange is to The Third Generation Trumps. Now its Saturday morning nothing except the third floor football team was jumping, so I put on the Ma$e and 8 Ball 96' joint and went next door, to get trimmed up a little off the top and sharp on the sides.. No bets. Unless the bet was on me. I dropped my charge and 1 minute in to the cut i get a knick on the ear, didn't say nothing, its just part of the cut right.. I Even thought I'm not numb to my surroundings I'm great with checking the perenphials, you know part of the game, keep ya head on the swivel. Fast break, call for ball and skidddd.. Oh shiii... Man the left side of neck caught it like a stray round from the shot heard around the world. No doubt I'm on the swool side.. Could of made a dormitory brawl. No license for wreckage but we all poor trying to look better than we all made to look like.. My Saturday morning.. Up with the rudimentary fundamentals of philosophical chin checking and World Religion. At this point in time neither has ever been so one dimensional at the time and separate from the other classes, no study hall had ever seemed to be so much of a waste of time. Yeah.. I dropped the course to my biggest regrets, and picked up golfing for the easy grade to hang around one more semester. Through all the challenges of getting schooled.. Separating your self to demand the cool.. The philosophical edge up that remained sharp was that "every thing that I do be all about the pursuit, I may spare you the rod and spoil the child, but just check my worth, the knowledge I kick is essential to the philosophy of the playa's way" It takes time, everybody gotta get their chance to shine. I'll assume that life must go on.. Next time I'll turn down my speakers so we all can get some studying perks..
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