I could play this all day. Shoutout to Apollo Brown and Skyzoo. The Easy Truth might be a classic….
In this life you not promised tommorow
So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain
In these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your money
Life’s a gamble everybody got a number homie
TALES OF A HUSTLER -Omillio Sparks
A big reorg was just announced by my dept last week. Co-workers are panicking like it’s a surprise. For some reason, there hasn’t been an ounce of stress in my body around this. Reason being I felt I have taken advantage of the opportunities given to me by my employer: training, stretched myself thin with bigger projects, spoke up with my opinions, did things I never thought to do or would ever be decent at and personally grew. No regrets with my actions. All to get where I want to be in the near future. Trust me, I have my bruises, remember the anxiety and also remember the stares from those on the sidelines who were reluctant to join me because of whatever reason (I would later find out was all BS). I am a ‘glass half full’ guy that tries to influence the ‘glass half empty’ colleagues as best as I can daily therefore it hurts to see them let opportunities pass them by. Opportunities that could easily make a better future for you and your family. You can lead a horse to water… Sure, we may lose our job, get thrown in a position we don’t want to be in, but we can’t say we didn’t expect such for a big corporation, It’s all a gamble, life, career, parenting, etc. We have to try and increase our odds of winning each day. I wish I could play this Omillio Sparks hook for them over and over because these words cut deep for me and a big reason why I look at things the way I do. Whatever happens, I’ll be all right. Take the bitter with the sweet and maintain.
OC has become one of my favorite artist over the past year or so. I got into him after listening to Jeru heavy for a minute. His rhyme style is confident and mature vs young, ruthless and careless like many from his era. This is my favorite OC track to play in the morning to trigger thoughts. The calming jazz sample is perfect as a backdrop for the excellent verses.
The Game can just flat out rap. The guy hardly ever lets me down with the rhymes. Shout to DJ Premier on that beat.
Juelz Santana and Freeway were the hungriest young spitters out the Rocafella camp back in 02-03, both dropping their debut album in 2003 (both should be part of your collection, near classics). I remember hearing My Love on some mixtape and I immediately loved the chipmunk voices in the beat (I love all those beats) plus the bounce on that joint was major. A head nod is guaranteed within the first 15 secs.
At the point this track dropped Cam’ron and Beanie Sigel dropped two great albums (Come Home with Me and The Reason) and it was time for their proteges to shine. ‘My Love’ could have clearly been included on both of their albums which were already packed with dope tracks but both had a few songs I would have no problem of replacing with ‘My Love’ (see ‘On My Own’ and ‘Wherever I Go’). Juelz dropped in Aug 03, Free in Feb 03. Drop in the summer, 3rd single for free, first for Juelz pushing Santana’s Town to #2. Not saying My Love is better than Santana’s Town, it just would have worked in the ’03 hip hop climate.
‘My Love’ is another track where I don’t understand why the label didn’t push it for their young up and coming stars. This would have given them even better numbers in the stores in my humble opinion.
Hard not to feel this one.
Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, eastside
Where it ain’t no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can’t nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin’?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I’ve been out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin’ paper
Where I come from ain’t no hope if you was claimin’ that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin’, granny raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin’, pullin’ capers, that’s real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I’m still with
Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won’t feel shit
I came from a place where it’s basic but you won’t make it
Feds buildin’ cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain’t never seen the shit that I seen
I’ll never talk a nigga down, do yo’ thang dawg~!
Never hate a dude for tryin, that’s insane dawg
Get yo’ motherfuckin money, that’s the thang dawg
Too many homies dyin young, feel my pain y’all -Scarface