YOUR MOTHER'S FAVORITE RAPPER……..Go head ask her……….



Stressbooogie and DoxDiggla Off with your sneakers

Stressbooogie and DoxDiggla Off with your sneakers

new video alert!!!! From the forth coming project pS3.


So Emotional..

Never thought  I’d be typing the words, “Rest In Peace Whitney Houston”

I woke up today feeling a lil more sad then usual.  I don’t get why when people are famous or live their life in the public eye, that people feel like its ok to be extra insensitive to them.  Is it because they feel like giving you 10 bucks for a Cd entitles them to disrespect you?  Well, a lot of people have paid ten bucks for cds of mine and let me tell ya, ……….Try me if you want to!!………… But I digress…..

If you are one of the kids like me who grew up on the Doddtown, Franklin School side of East Orange, then you know why my heart is heavy. If you ever took a walk or a bike ride to the McDonald’s on Dodd Street, you know why my heart is heavy. If you ever went to New Hope Baptist Church in Newark, you know why my heart is heavy.  East Orange is a small town where EVERYBODY knows each other. Family, friends, friends of friends, friends of family.. Everyone knows each other somehow. So if you’re from here like myself, maybe you sang in the choir with her, maybe you played cards with her, or maybe you were one of the kids who swam in the family pool. Maybe you were scared of their dog, or maybe you just like walking past their home.


I heard a certain radio personality and a co worker of mine say that they were not surprised that Whitney had struggles with substance abuse or that she had died. His exact words were,” ….Look at where shes from…”   I took offense to that… It made me feel like, “This is how you look at me huh?”  They couldn’t understand why I would feel this way. Why I felt like no matter how much good you do and how successful you are, people are always gonna have in the back of their minds that you ain’t shit, partly cause of where you’re from……

Let’s look at where shes from.

Born in Newark, New Jersey………… Me Too

Family moves to East Orange in hopes of better living………Me too

…Goes to Franklin School where Mr Hamilton was Principal (and still is btw)…..Me too

….Goes on to become one of the biggest and most successful stars in the world while establishing herself as the vocal standard for any and every female vocalist after her. And even with all of this, never forgets where she was from. We’re talking about a women, that no matter the height of her fame and fortune, would return to the elementary school just to visit classrooms, talk to kids, or take everyone to the zoo. Someone who never shrugged you off  and would always respond with a “hey” and a smile. Someone you felt like you were close to, because if you are from where I’m from, you were.

In conclusion I would like to say that we’ve suffered a great loss.

We lost our sister…

R.I.P Whitney you will always be an inspiration to me, not only for your great talents, mega stardom and huge influence, but because of where I’m from…..





OK, so I was looking at the paper today. I also was listening to the rumor mill aka the negro news. There are so many crimes  in this city. It almost becomes a way of life to either do crime, be associated with crime or have to adopt a criminal’s mind state to be able to deflect and get by. I live on a street where, within four short blocks, there are 4 churches. Also within four square blocks, there are 8 churches. As the territory expands, these numbers get bigger and bigger. But as the territory expands, so does the crime rate. It got me to thinking. There are over 400 churches accounted for in the city of  Newark and several hundred store front churches un-accounted for, and hundreds more Masjids..  So, for  all of the churches, religious fanatics,   and any others,… I propose this……


If you open up a church in a neighborhood and don’t help the neighborhood, you should be extorted!! The true power in getting people to see the light is to let your light SHINE.    Not to keep your light in your little 12x 24, 7 member, store front



Otherwise, whats the purpose of you being there because right now these words never meant more to me……….

No Church In The Wild feat. Frank Ocean
Human being to the mob / What’s a mob to a king? / What’s a king to a god? / What’s a god to a non-believer / Who don’t believe in anything? / Will he make it out alive? / Alright alright / No church in the wild……….



Dear Brick City,

Where the F*ck did we go wrong?!?  As a resident of this town , I have to ask the question. If you ask a lot of the residents ’round here, they may say its  the mayor I say,…. “Try again.” The next thing that they may say is, “It’s the crime.” I still say, “Take another guess.”  You may say, “The city doesn’t have any money.”  I then respond with, “Look at all of the changes you see going to certain parts of the city.” There’s  definitely money. Now where and how it gets spent is a whole ‘notha story. I grew up in East Orange New Jersey. which really is a small town. You can go from one end to the other in 10 mins. In fact, you can go from one part of   Newark, pass through East Orange and end up back in Newark again! I say this to say, for two places being so close together, they seem like they’re worlds apart. I moved to Newark in 2005.  The first thing that drew me was the promise of low taxes. That was cool at first, but then the city had a tax assessment. First promise broken.  Then I took it upon myself to try to organize my block, set up meetings with the city council, get in touch with the wards police captain, so on and so forth. What I’ve noticed is that I seem to be the only one doing something around here. Whether its calling the city about the disturbances of the local bars, or even putting my trash can back when garbage is not picked up. And speaking of garbage, how is it that garbage is not consecutively picked up on garbage day? When it is picked up, you have employees that would rather talk on their phones instead of pick up your garbage. Or use your backyard as their own personal Port-a-potty. I also noticed that when I attempt to do business down at city hall I am redirected to floor after floor, with the responses of  “We don’t do that here. Go to room blah- blah -blah.” After an hour of the run around I return to the first place that I went, only to have my original request finally obliged by a very annoyed employee, who was just about to finally win at ANGRY BIRDS!  Sorry, I interrupted you at WORK!! I live in an area where there are not one, but two bars. The thing is, none of the residents go to the bars. The neighborhood people hate these places.  Then I ask myself, “Why are they still here?”  Their customers have no respect for the surrounding area, so why do they operate with impunity? (even as I type this, there are shots being fired outside) Why is that a lot of people are screaming change, change, change, and nobody’s doing anything. To answer my original question….. I think the city has an attitude problem.

I think too many people have an “Oh well” attitude. Too many people have the attitude of, “It didn’t happen in my house” so it’s o.k.”  Too many people have the attitude that if nobody is dead or bleeding right in front of them, that there’s not a problem. So who do I take my gripe to ?

My Councilman I think not. Ive already tried.

Maybe the governor Yeah right!!!

Maybe I can go straight to Mark Zuckerberg and ask him for some money to help me fix some of the other pressing issues …(sounds silly when I say it, too!)

I think the attitude of this city has to change. And it starts with our attitude first. There are marches on city hall happening. My question is what is this doing for the crime in your neighborhood?  It’s not city hall’s fault that your son is a murderer. It’s not city halls fault that our streets have so much litter. I live 5 blocks from South Orange where there is an invisible litter border. Whats the difference in these two towns?  Its not money, it’s attitude…

What do you think?

Over 30 (The beginning of the rest of your life)

I received an email today that I thought that I would share with the rest of you. I know a lot of you are chained to your desk slaving away at the salt mine job of yours.  Spending countless days, hours, minutes, and seconds at the “Cubicle Farm”, all the while wishing you could be doing the job that you WANT to do.

For some of us over 30 yrs of age, it may seem like the window of opportunity has come and gone. Well I would like to challenge that notion. For a lot of great people, their life didn’t start until they reached that “ripe old age”.  In the copy of this email, I hope you find what I did. Inspiration, kindling for the creative fire that burns in your heart and soul,  and most of all, a target for your inner strength and faith. Here’s the email:

Hey Family,

As you know, I am a singer/songwriter/dancer/artist/lover of life who, with all of my God given talents, has struggled tremendously with the battle between financial stability vs. having faith enough in my talents to use them as a means of making money.  This struggle has left me teetering between the two worlds of working as a paralegal and living as an artist for years.

The times as an artist have been exhilarating, yet I’ve always reverted back to a more certain, dare I say “stable” existence as a paralegal.  “What the heck does this have to do with me?” you ask.  Nothing, but also, everything.

Today a feeling, that has stopped by on occasion, has come over me so greatly that I had to share!  It’s the feeling that I WILL be successful at whatever I do, that where I am is okay, and that the phrase “it’s never too late” is not just colloquial rhetoric, but a truism that needs to be sounded deep in my soul so that it can resonate throughout my body!  Today, I realized that whatever road I take to get to where I’ve got to go is okay, so long as my true passion doesn’t get pissed out at every stop.  Today, I realized that I can be a paralegal, a property manager, a bookkeeper, a supervisor, a student, “in-between” jobs, or just flat out unemployed, but that none of those things define me…or you.

I am a singer/songwriter, lover of life and an artist.  God has sent me here to speak to peoples’ souls with my voice and He/She has sent you here to do something too.  Whether your talent is journalism, philanthropy, singing, organizing; whether you aspire to be a doctor, an artist or a chicken feather plucker; you are amazingly talented and the world needs to know!  I love you because you are me and I am you – our talents may be different but none less important than the other.  As you journey on the road of life remember, there will be some twists and turns, ups and downs, but it can be extremely fun as long as you have a song in your heart to keep you company.  Don’t forget the lyrics!

Examples of folks who let the world hear their song after 30    ITS NEVER TOO LATE!!

Nyema T. White
I found that to be an inspiring email. I hope it does the same for you.
Remember, You’re never too old
And for my musical fam. Here’s more inspiration from Mr Bill Withers, A famous, accomplished,  singer/songwriter who didn’t even start doing music until he was 32.  Wow! Stay inspired…..



I can’t promise that you’ll like me. I can’t promise that you’ll love me. I can’t promise that you’ll even respect me! But I can promise that you’ll remember me. I can promise you the best quality of music. I can promise you the  the real me. Now, get in touch with me.

Here’s something to get acquainted with me. This is the first single of of the album, OUTERSPACE

We call this one “FLY”