Not Bored in New York

This is a dad that actually understands teh nets better than his son. The kid crying is neither here nor there, it’s really the father that I’m interested in. His incredibly restrained disdain, and pithy remarks.

I dig this one. I listened to it on my headphones and typed it out in blackberry memopad. Whatupyo?

Born to do it
Even though my friends lookin at me like who knew it/
Run to it
The goods just picked thy new n**ga
Feel cats talkin like who n**ga/
Is he
Where did he come from CL
My mom prayed for me on my journey/
Treat me like ane alien something like sigourney/
Live through the game for the fame and the gurney/
Tried to put me on the pedestal
Hoes treated me like who are you
Now I get to choose like you and her too/
I just like girls not whores
But I have a chill time make smores/
Bit if I wanna plow somethibg like a snowblower/
I can work that ass like a wprkout plan
And then I holler at fam/
Talkin bout ye dime c jigga man/
Been represent since I met quince/ and I get style tips from my homeboy vin and/
Com is the homie
Really doe is the homie
GLC is the homie
And big shawn what up gwan/
I go monkeypaw on the record and they think I’m cuckoo/
n***as is soundin dated like they recorded in fubu/
Most n***as will quote you play scrabble with your words man/
Till you see them at your shows is my dick that they blow man/
I would sit up some nights and think about my own place/
Probably cause I took so many blunts of cush
To the face/
My bad thoughts I can’t eraase
Or eat what’s on thew devils plate/
I just tell the devil wait
Cause murder will not be the case/
In london with hudson
And them girls want some cuttin
I’m with him so I’m cool/
Plus my face on the telly/
But I’m pissed at the moment
I got charged for some roamin/
At and t is on bullshit man I wish they’d stop frontin/
But when I roll back to brooklyn/
Hit the store for a dutchie
I say homie keep rappin
I say homie its nothin/
I’m
This is
Dream on/
Now when I roll back to cleveland/
hit the store for a phillie/
n***as tell me keep rappin
Cause them young n***as feel me/
Hear me
Hah hem/
Hear me
Yep yep/
Hear me
Yep yep yep/
Hear me
Hear me/
When I roll out to cali
Hit the store for a swisha/
n***as tell me keep rappin
I say homie I get ya/
Hear me
Hear me/
Cudder

I was out with @gregmishka just walking around and we stumbled onto a blocked off street that was turned into a micro flea market of sorts.

I bought two records, and handheld microcasette recorder from a woman who was also selling fabrics. One record was Ravi Shankar live in New York, and the other was a Booker T. record. The Booker T wasn’t great, except for this increidble version of Knocking on Heaven’s Door:

http://www.divshare.com/download/7286804-6ab

I bought a blackberry curve8900 about 2 months ago. It’s dope, and it’s definitely had an effect on the way I live. No shame in that.

Here’s some flicks from my time out and about in the city:

(shout out to vero**ca for making me think about the sequencing of the photos)