Sigh, I really want the new Nas album.

I'm like, really devastated that I'm not able to get that damned album. It's really calling my name. I'm thisclose to going to the mall and just stealing it. Seriously. Lol, I think I'll just go do that tomorrow. Then I'd have to go buy a copy because I want his numbers to be high. Eh, never mind - I won't steal it. Matter fact, I'll steal some money from someone and raise his album sales. Then to make shit so much more worse, everyone keeps asking me about the damned album. Like, bitch niggas, I don't have the shit! Leave me alone, seriously. I'm bound to choke me a bitch. Is Jay Adams going to have to choke a bitch?! Thought so.

So, the first song on my blog has changed. It usually goes with the mood of the blog and how I'm feeling. Well, if you don't know my boy Tone went off to the Air Force. Eh, I miss that nigga, seriously. To be honest, I don't know if I'll see him again in my life. I'm moving to Florida in a few months and he'll be in the Air Force for a long while, you know? I'm sure when he has a chance to come home and visit, he'll go back to Michigan. I wish he had his mentality on getting out of there for good, but he doesn't. Well, at least not now. Hopefully seeing the world will change that for him. I mean, he has a great opportunity and I'm proud of that man. I wish the best with him and his new adventures in life. Although the song is talking about departing with friends on some different shit, I don't feel like getting into detail with that. So, for now - you know the song is for Tone and some other niggas.

I really want that Nas album.

On some real shit, I have the biggest issue with accepting gifts. I don't know, I just don't feel right getting things. I feel really undeserving of everything that I have now, let alone someone giving me something new. I think it's what my mother and my family beat into my head. My mother used to call me ungrateful every chance she got. I'm anything but ungrateful. Then I started to feel spoiled, so I stopped really wanting new things from people. I'd just rather buy them myself. The last thing that made me stop wanting gifts was the Christmas of 2001. I moved with my father for a month or so and he was supposed to give me this big Christmas. You know? I wanted the big holiday gifts and he made me believe that's what I'd have. I was hella excited about it, yo. Like, I just knew I'd have a tree full of presents. I woke up on Christmas morning at my father's girlfriend's home. We went downstairs and just as I expected, gifts from wall to wall. I sat there and I watched everyone open up a gift. When it was all said and done, I received a pair of pajamas, a toothbrush, and a bullshit skateboard. The biggest expectation I had was let down. Even recently, I hyped myself up to believe that my sister was going to help me out with something. I was short $200. She promised she'd wire me the money to pay off these bills. I waited up all night to get the money and she tells me that she couldn't do it because she felt like she had to go shopping for herself. Needless to say, I was still short when everything was due. Added on to the fact that I just lost my job two weeks prior. I've learned my lesson with expecting things or wanting gifts. I have a complex, sorry.

Lol, I'm about to go watch Youtube videos of the singles from the album.

Man, have you heard Hero? That song is so ill and well produced. Polow Da Don did his damned thing on that, seriously. I really fucks with this song. Nas just gets better with each album. Hip-Hop is Dead is so ill, but this here seems to be so much better. Like, I was reading who his producers were and he really stepped out of his box. That's what I'm talking about. I'm so happy niggas can still do this Hip-Hop shit to the death. Lyricism will not die, you know? Nas is that nigga. I'm still the biggest Hov fan, but Nas is closely there. Yea, so what? I like Nas and Hov! It's not either/or with me.