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ADJUSTING TO ADULTING/ THE END OF A DECADE

12/18/2019

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Get comfortable.
This is a lot like Last Call on The DropOut (a long but insightful origin story)
I wrote the majority of RUGRAT, The Project in 2017 (~3 years ago). At that time I completed undergrad at Stony Brook leaving behind the security of an English Teacher’s position to be a Poet. This was around the same time that I began to DELVE DEEPER into alchemy. That new knowledge helped me throw away the safety net of secure employment. I would not have had thIS privilege without the support of my family. I found work as a front desk attendant and I devoted myself to a project of 217 poems, essays, and anecdotes. I had a schedule, one new poem posted weekly here on my website, (check them out BELOW). I would be finished writing in a year. I kept it up for some time but soon enough I realized it was unsustainable so I relieved myself of that commitment. I still planned to write the book but I wouldn’t force it.

A friend asked me how was I doing. I told him I was “adjusting to adulting” he said “I like the sound of that”. I did too and I began to write my first song since the 6th grade. Back then, in the 6th grade I was inspired by the Mos Defs, Talib Kwalis, Missy Elliots, and Kanyes of the world to write Lyrical Reign, a rap that I still perform. It was dope but Rapper didn’t seem like a sustainable career at the time. Fast forward a decade or so and I was right back where I started. I proceeded with major insecurities. Rap still didn’t guarantee success or stability. And I didn’t feel worthy or equipped enough to create the music my mind composed. Growing up in church I was surrounded by fantastical musicians including the late great Sharon Jones. They were all naturally talented. My voice was a whimper fading into the background. I was a thinker and a writer I would just stick to what I was good at AND leave the music to the musicians. Yup, that was the plan until “adjusting to adulting”.

5 songs later, no beats, and no where to record. I was uncertain what to do next. I just kept writing and rapping to my best friend Finessa during cyphs. She continuously urged me to follow through. I FINALLY reached out to a friend from high school, Joshua of THE Provider PRODUCTION KNOWN AT THAT TIME AS OUTSPACEOUS. We started building, he let me record in his closet studio and together with my vision and his skill we created most of the production. Things were falling into place but I felt with more help they could move faster. That’s when Ayala my main mans came in. Together we went to concerts, festivals, and AC3. We TOOK notes AND STRATEGIZED. I owe so much of my progress to her support.

In 2018 I reached out to Shay another High School (BBACD) connect (I only made like 2 friends in college lol). I wanted him to produce the beat for Lyrical Reign, retitled Rugrat. That song didn’t make it into the EP but it became the title of the Project.
AROUND THAT TIME I BECAME ACQUAINTED WITH ANOTHER ARTIST WHO LET ME RECORD IN HIS HOME STUDIO AS WELL. HIS BROTHER, YUNG SHUG PRODUCED AND I HEARD TWO OF HIS BEATS THAT WENT PERFECTLY WITH LUNDEGOON AND SOLOMON. We finally arrived at what looked like the last lap, Engineering. I found a dope ass producer/ engineer/ FILMAKER to mix and master the project through one of the few connections I made in college. I thought Shelton, who would later connect me to my amazing voice coach and friend Abrielle, would be my fairy godFather. He would use his magic to take all the rough drafts and my creative direction to create The masterpiece i Envisioned. I thought my work was done. I thought wrong. My hopes came crashing down as soon as quick as they rose. Turned out my tracks were not compatible with his DAW. SIMPLY PUT, I needed to re-record.

DOUBT AROSE AND I was frustrated. Almost 2 years devoted to something I had not planned. Something that was uncertain and unsupported. It made no sense. I was completely independent with no audience. I was investing my time, my money, my being into something that promised no profit. I thought of giving up. That would be the smart thing to do "but at what cost” (Yes, I QUOTE MYSELF). I knew that if I didn’t pursue my calling I would die... Just wither up on the inside and die I tell you! So I re-recorded. By then Ayala had invested in some equipment and we went to work at her house.

The music was completed the Summer of 2019 and I planned to release it on my birthday, July 31st just one month before my first art show, Urban Alchemy. But there was more (there is always more). Cover art, distribution, and promotion. I was overwhelmed. I just wanted to create.

My mental state didn’t help. Most people experience seasonal depression. Melancholy settles in with the cold. But summers have been hard for me. I did not celebrate on my birthday. I spent it in a wet haze of tears and smoke. I felt alone even though Finessa came by to listen to my woes. ThIS calling began to feel like a curse.

I DRAGGED MYSELF THROUGH the dark.
Urban Alchemy was My lighT. It put some hope in my heart. The show we (Ayala, Stray, and Jahan) put together was amazing. The people who came out have been etched into my memory and my heart.
But that lIght dimmed.
My ego brought me down from that high. One incident led me to believe that no one understood me or my genius. I was all alone, forgetting in that moment all the people aforementioned. I was offended and upset. But I didn’t want to curl up in a ball and die this time. No I wanted to fuck some shit up first. DEPRESSION GAVE WAY TO RAGE. I realized I was alone and this was my vision. No one could invest the way I could because they could not see it. I realized that if I wanted it to get done it would be by my own efforts. Although it was my faulty ego that brought me to this truth. It was still true. I used that energy as fuel.

I dropped Solomon, my first song from the Project on September 2nd, my niece’s birthday.
My godmother and #1 fan Carol leaked it to my family. They were on board. Even my grandmother, a pastor enjoyed it. She said, “It’s about weed but it’s good”. That is my favorite review so far. None of this would be possible without the foundation that I have in my family. After their approval no one could tell me anything.

I designed and updated my website, myself
I designed the cover art, myself
I promoted, myself (not by choice feel free to help lol)
I wrote and performed all of this, myself
And I released this shit, myself
(ALL PLATFORMS)
I am proud and I am glad I can put this on record.
This will be nice to return to when the world recognizes what I have always known...
I am a fucking genius.

Hell, we are all geniuses in one way or another we just need to realize it.
Claim it.
But geniuses can’t work alone

THIS HAS BEEN A GROUP EFFORT

I could not have actualized this vision without the people that I have been blessed to connect and work with. People who said yes just because.

I needed that fueL THOUGH. THE FUEL OF FEELING ALONE AND MISUNDERSTOOD. That FUEL drOve ME to prove myself. But NOW AS I REFLECT I am glad TO HAVE EVOLVED FROM THAT SPACE. I have nothing to prove NOW. Just things to do. And I will do them in alignment to my calling and my TRUTH.

The moral of this story is
The world will not acknowledge your vision, your genius, or your divinity until you show them.
SO SHOW THEM,
then help will appear

...
RUGRAT was a labor of love.
...
it is a declaration
It is the sound of growing pains
It is the product of faith.
IT IS A SPACE WHERE MY GIFTS MERGE.
It is my beginning.
And this is not the end.
Rugrat is the tip of an iceberg...
Please know that there is more…


UP NEXT
JANUARY 10, 2020
BBYLUN Presents Rugrat the Experience/
SOLOMON Music Video PREMIER
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kissing death

7/22/2017

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​It settled on my back 
Like an anvil crushing my spine, 
The black fog of depression 
Emerging from my own pores
Began to suffocate me. 

Like a monsoon following a forrest fire 
It swept in
Smothering every flame 
That ignited my will to live.
and Like a rabid dog gnawing the fur
and Flesh from her own paw
I tried to severe my mortal limb, 

i needed To liberate myself from this hell 

But another part of me knew
This life could be heaven too
So I held myself in the dark,  
Comforting the dreary girl 
With dead eyes,
she is full of hate
but she deserves love too
So I've learned how to
Kiss her even when she is trying to kill me

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senses: time capsules

6/12/2017

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Our memories smell like 
show cigarillos 
Our memories taste like 
the sweat on your skin 
Our memories sound like 
every song on the tip of my tongue 
Our memories feel like 
your strands twirling themselves 
Between my index and thumb.

​Last night i saw you in a dream.

I tried to forget,
But my senses 
Have no sense of time. 
They hold onto you
Even though I've let you go. 
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jack frost

3/27/2017

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have you ever seen love caged in ice?
its a beautiful, tragic sight 
but sometimes the glare hurts your eyes 


i thought i could thaw it
warm it up with my embrace
so that love could pour out of its cage
it didn't work at first
still i figured it was worth the wait
but in time it was i whose TEMPERATURE had changed 
HE WAS JACK FROST
BRINGING A CHILL TO EVERYTHING HE TOUCHED

Jack frost,
​
YOU TURNED ME COLD
JUST LIKE YOU
​
I hate winter 
i hate the cold
but, I still played in snow
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Grim reaping 

2/20/2017

 
i want death to ravish me when we meet
No need for foreplay 
Cold kisses
Aren't meant for cheeks
They are planted on warm necks
By skeleton teeth
I want death to cum before I am aware
He is inside
I want death to whisk me away
Like a thief in the night 
Cloaked in dark garbs 
Grasping me tight 
As he escorts me to life's door
The place from whence I came 
Only to return again

I am Wed to Death 
Life was but a mistress
Bitter and cruel but her sweet pussy 
Whispered the secrets I needed to hear
Those whispers have turned to screams
A constant ringing in my ears 
Driving me into Deaths cold embrace
His silence as loud as hers
Not tethered to words or worlds
Carry me over the threshold into eternity

I'd rather be cast into the abyss 
Wrapped in deaths tight grip 
Night rider take me for a spin
Holding on to bones don't let me slip

tandem bikes

2/20/2017

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i tried to ride a bike
Like I rhode you
In the dark
Pitch black
Searching for shades of blue
But like bikes
I never learned
A few miles before the wheel turned
Out of control
Fuck a break
you put your foot down no

I still wish
we would've
Stayed on
We had places to go
but, i guess
Uncharted landscapes
By tandem bicycles
Were never meant to be seen
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Giant toy cars/ unfulfilled

2/6/2017

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I am only but 22
But I have experienced an emptiness akin 
To 44 year old men 
With giant toy cars
And life-sized barbies to squeeze them in

I too 
crushed this dry fruit
That had become my life 
Head thrust back mouth wide 
With squinted eyes
Drawing the illusion
That a drop of joy might fall and
Graze the tongue 
For I had forgotten it's taste
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invisible man

2/6/2017

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I find myself in your clothes
As if wearing your scent 
Feels nearly as good 
As you wearing me

There's fun in pretending 
Living in the spaces
You once occupied
is as close as I'll come
To the fabrication of what was  
Making homes out of the clothes you housed 
feels empty 
Even with me inside 
Cold 
Even with the warmth of its weight 

It always was
Cold
And
Empty
Loving you my invisible man
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barf

2/6/2017

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He coated despair in candy
He said I was his best friend 
Leaving My tummy churning, turning, upset
Repelling the acid boiling inside of it
Projecting the bile to the back of my throat
My mouth waters
Awaiting the grand exit of graveyard food

It won't settle 
I have stuffed my gums with bites I couldn't chew 
Closed my eyes 
Swallowed it whole, like I swallowed you
I assumed My stomach could handle the feud 
but soon I learned
I was cooning for the King's Fool
 
As I kept swallowing pushing back 
The Inevitable flood 
That would carry the bile back up 
It's hard not to face What we upchuck. 

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licking wounds

2/6/2017

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The embers spewed from your mouth
​Burned holes in my skin
Scathing, etching pain into my flesh
​
I have grown numb to the shock, still
I kiss the scars every night before bed

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