One Life To Live Never Ask For A Mulligan

   The majority of Americans, and the world universally wake up morning after morning dreading the work day ahead. The long dragging hours, that food coma that occurs after lunch seemingly guiding you back to your bed, the boss barking orders at you frustrated with his boss alike, low wages that barely get you by, and don't even get me started on the WORK! Sure the first couple weeks during "acclimation period" things were quite easy but now that you know what your doing the pressure kicks in along with responsibility and unless you enjoy what you do well...your stuck in a metaphorical hell, surrounded by a slew of people in the same situation with no way out. After learning these valuable lessons at the first couple jobs I had I knew I wouldn't let myself cur-come to the same fate as the majority of my peers. I would love what I did or do nothing at all. 

   Luckily after evaluating my life I understood what made me tick, what made me want to get out of bed everyday and strive for excellence. For me its not exactly the job as barbering, and construction alike have giving me the same effects, its the instant gratification of building something. Making something out of nothing in a way that only I could. See working with my hands has always been a passion from drawing to building houses I knew that's what would keep me sane in this corporate world we live in. There's just something so gratifying about making something only you can. Other than doing what I love I have always been fortunate enough to work with people that I enjoy being around, never having a problem at work but instead enjoying my time spent discussing, and debating views with all walks of life. 

   Although work is still work I believe it to have to be something you desire to do to be fulfilling. There must be a drive to excel, room to grow, something to keep you from insanity.(doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results) We are all here and gone in a blink of an eye do what you love and do it right the first time.

Cheese cake?

Money on the counter on a count of it keep counting

I'm drowning in sheets bound em

See talented reeks out em

More balanced with each album

I challenge defeat sol-om

My pallet to eat all em

My wallet say keep balling

Not stoppin I'm evolving

I'm popping like grease on em

Brushing up the skills

n grinding like teeth problems

 Einstein mind mix Hawkin and Steve jobs in

y'all just little bitches in real life

 weak problems

Good will hunting we cleaning while We solve em

Acidic how i spit it

Diminish an

de solve em

flip genetics thru telekinetics no gimmicks I

devolve em

they on

we going strong till we off em

But yet they Can't off us

No offers Fuck a settling price

Im kick it the circle like when peddling bikes

(shit)

I'ma Thank God for my squad no award show

yet

But when I do I won't forget

an who I lose

I wont  regret

not a Lane not a step

Not a second in the bottom

In the bottom where we wept

where we lept

took a leap of Faith to rearrange

And play it out like chess

now we making moves ahead of Mr fisher at his best

(Ha)

yes I am  blessed

Like I sneezed while I confess

An I confess

I'm the perfect worded vet

to word it perfect

verses versing

Every person

They be searching on the net

Serve a sermon while I'm burning what they purging in the west

I'm a God given vet

words to worship Every breath you still learning at your best

.you still earning with the sess  

survivor-man here to show em going strong an doing less

Swift been known to keep a hundred every version of the test so pull a card any card even shuffling the deck

n Ill still be on top with a duffle and a check

(Ha)

all i know accelerate 

an generate 

that money money money

At a better rate then head of state

Perpetuate this rain

Saying  feel it in the air

You can see when looking through my eyes the drive of billionaire's

Only light still shining when in sight it  wasn't there

I'm the dream you think of living when you stuck in nightmares

I'm the coach I'm the owner most valuable player

Been a king up on my chair

Since the prince was Bel air

been pimping since pimping

Was a unspoken affair

since the woman made em work

And the men actually cared

but now it's all easier every body greedier

Governments are loving it

decievin ya through media

Precievin the

Same views as slaves use

Used

to Enslave you

I'm looking for a way out 

escape through escape routes

find the limits deny gimmicks and break through!

Peering Through The Crystal

      When all seems hopeless the greatest moments of triumph arise. 

    In the summer of 2015, Michael Colangelo the third a local middle class Medford barber decided to change his life. It all started with a thought, nothing more than a hope for a better life. No plan nor guide just a gut feeling that needed to be acted upon before opportunity had passed.
     Life changed for Michael after graduating barber school, he had always been a "hustler" of sorts but now unlike previous times in his life he had found a niche to channel his "hustlers ambitions." Though most had just saw the short term goals of finding a job, or long term goals of owning a shop, Michael couldn't help but seeing that and much more. After a few years of barbering himself and talking to friends about his ideas, Michael s best friend at the time had been watching how good he had been doing financially and decided to commit to barber school himself. At this point those ideas that once seemed so crazy were soon to become reality. Michael and Patrick wasted no time getting there names out there as much as possible, starting with charity haircuts for the under privileged they began to construct there incredible success story. From there they had numerous senior citizens living centers under contract for weekly trims, were designing custom clippers and t-shirts, sharpening blades for stylist/barbers/and even local chefs, and opening a shop in hopes to build a corporation.... things were begging to look up for the not so dynamic duo. After the first business took off the young entrepreneurs decided to shift there focus to a few new ideas including, renting and renovating homes, a new line of gyms for the average Joe's, an all you can drink buffet (not to practical but sounds sick), along with numerous restaurants and bars the boys of Melrose were feeling unstoppable...the sky was no longer the limit.
    After making his fist million in 2021, Mr. Colangelo then 31 made his big break buying into and becoming VP of a small company specializing in nano technologies, from here it was smooth sailing. Now 41 living in Rome, Mr. Colangelo spends his time making decisions from his villa or yacht with his beautiful wife and two children, truly satisfied with life feeling as if he has found his path.

    Unknown to most Michael Colangelo might not have made his fortune, if not for a trip to Japan in 2019 that changed his life. In the winter of 2019 Michael had been experiencing a plateau of sorts, everything with the barbershops going smooth he somehow felt stifled, he strived for more.. but what. A question he could not find an answer to until a vacation changed his life. On vacation he had been investigating the radiation still leaking in Fukushima when he met Chang Lee a molecular engineer with a dream. A dream to change the world with nano technology to clean up this mess and many others alike...nothing was the same after that day.

   In an unrelated article Mr. Colangelo admits if in another universe his life would be much different. He sees himself as a rapper turned singer winning the hearts of many with his heart warming ballets and rugged gangster rap alike. He would live in a penthouse suite overlooking New York City with his super model girlfriend and her girlfriends. Spending his days writing songs, spending his millions and making guest appearances at global businesses and drinking his nights away. After 10 years living his dreams on the road Mr. Colangelo (Doc Swift) unfortunately got into a fight with a little person, in Texas. After a duel at high noon Doc was no more, missing not taking in account the little mans height his last words were "legends never die" as he was struck and ironically took his last breath. ..As lavish as this life does sound we can be nothing but grateful that his life turned out the way it did.

3 Lefts Make A Right

The world is slowly turning

a fork lay up ahead

the right is full of promise

but I took the left instead

I see the path is dangerous
every step consists of strain
every ending seeming bleak
until the light comes out again
(yes)
the road I walk is lonely
I can only seek the lost
but the road is only lonely
when a path is never crossed

they say life is what you make it
but how much will it cost
I will never lose my ethics
to be credited as boss
(no)
I look ahead again
my vision getting weaker
another year has passed
as the lost becomes the seeker

another fork appears 
the left is all I've known 
I watch the clones of right
as i choose to walk alone

the right was said to prosper
and I'm sure that's what it had
but the left left me a daughter
and a son to call me dad

the left brought me a beauty 
the lady of my life
while the right consists of beauty
in the lady's of the night

many years have passed as I traverse the road I've paved
every hole is just an obstacle of poor mistakes I've made

alas it comes to one 
last fork before the end
once again I take the left 
to back where i began

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Visions of Future Pasts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This week I did a vision board to describe my idea future. My ideal future consists of a monkey, I know not the first thing on most people mind but as a child I often pondered how cool it would be to own a monkey. Later in my life while living in Warm Springs VA, I had actually gotten the opportunity to build a cage for a family of monkeys and in the process luckily gotten a lot of time to socialize with them. That with the overall awesomeness of a monkey there was no other option but for it to be first. Next would be the baller house with the butler, private chef, home office and walk in closet full of designer suits, this is a must own. Now to get these things I will need income, this is where a chain of "corporate" barbershops comes in to play (opening early next year) that along with whatever profession I choose to pursue should be more than enough to bring the "bread" home to my trophy wife. Now not in a superficial way but the perfect wife in the sense of a loyal female, with brains, that doesn't mind doing work and looks good doing it....(great white buffalo) On my off time I would like to explore the world, rich or poor I see it good to not get trapped in one place but instead explore till I find the place I would truly like to call home. Lastly my biggest dream would be to one day change the world weather something small or large I just want to leave my mark.  

 

Eye See

 



I see

material things become all that I care

when material things are all that I  spare

A wife true beauty a queen of my heart

A son or a daughter with my passion for art

a home of my own a castle my throne

with a closet of polo and Gucci cologne

the fastest of cars with chauffer's to drive em

A studio of musicians with labels to sign em

A business a job and career on the side

no time for sleep when feeling alive

I see

change when I can maybe small or enormous

from aps on your phone to lamas in orbit

from changing the world to changing the lives

of my future children my family myself and my wife's

 

 

 

 

 

Passion of the Mike

Throughout my life there have been many things that I have shown passion for, but I would say the biggest would be music. Throughout the ups and downs of my life, it was the melody that drove my heart, it was rhythm that controlled my soul, the only peace I could find in a world full of distractions. In seventh grade I got published for a poem I wrote for women's rights in the form of Mya Angelo. Wow! if something I had no idea about could get published, what about something I did? From there music seemed to follow my life everywhere I went. Poetry turned into rap, as I embarked on an epic urban underground adventure. After some years, I began to realize maybe I had the wrong dream but was in the right direction. How could I make a career out of music? My true passion. After years of deliberation, I am now currently trying to make my dreams come true, by producing local artists learning the ins and outs of the industry, and trying to make a name for myself in hopes of one day being a big as puff daddy himself.

I also have an uncommonly large infatuation with barbering. From simple fades, to portrait designs in people's head's I strive to be the best. I love everything about it, from something as simple as the sound of the clippers heating up in the morning, to he smell of the barber side (sanitizing product) we use to clean those very clippers every day. This is my passion. I never knew barbering was something that I would enjoy, but it was love at first line. As much as I want to be the best, my main goal in this industry, is to make enough money and clientele to open up my own shop within the year... And  will do this.

With barbering and music alike, I intend to touch people's hearts, and make an impact on their lives. Whether one song, or one haircut at a time. I intend to once a year hold a cut-a-thon for homeless people, foster kids and sick children. But don't get it wrong with my shop itself, I'm only targeting a rich demographic. With music, I'm targeting the masses. My clients strive to make music to get people through tough times and on to better things. The kind of music that makes the hair on your arms stand up. Lyrical masterpieces, put in such a way, not only would your mind be blown, but your speakers as well. The kind of music that helps people, and that's all we do, it help people.

El Musica

Music
is my life

Music
is my wife

Music is my
other half

Without music
I am not right

Without music
I can not write

Right?

Wrong

I can make music with my voice
all night
long (all night long)

It is the day time but this is my
night
song

Rap the night away till my
night's
gone

Then wake up tomorrow, heart beating to the same
life
song

the sounds in the air are the strings that I strum

and the ground beneath my feet is the beat to my
drum

the passion for mike is my passion for the mic

stronger than Mel Gibson's passion for Christ

Jesus
that's a lot

but I'm constantly this

man stuck asking for more like poor Oliver twist

its music that drives me like a high speed chase

to the star I will become tell em
I need space!

on dead dogs ill make it like a Chinese plate

or ill drift off and crash like a Chinese race

BARS