ima get right into it.
is every black man in NY a:
singer. songwriter. producer. rapper. model. personal trainer. athlete. stylist.
i don’t think i have met a doctor, lawyer, or engineer in the last couple years.
i don’t even think i have met someone who wants to be behind the scenes either.
ialways meet wannabe stars and hood stars.
many of them who happen to be gay and trying to front.
or, many of them willing to be gay so they can be in front.
now granted i do work in the industry,
but it kills me the abundance of blown up heads because you have a EP.
the fact you dressed your friend automatically made you a stylist.
the fact you always winning in Rucker Park makes you a baller wolf.
or, the fact you take good pictures makes you a model.
some have talent.
who will make it?
“Dom Perignon is what we’re sippin’ While we’re trippin on the fact that she’s not here It turns us on in every way…”
what if I told you i just got a f-bi tip about an artist in the industry?
what if i told you it was a dude who is making a name for himself?
what if i told you he has come outwith hit record after record?
what if i told you in the tip it said he befriends vixens who are in relationships and pursue their wolves?
what if i told you since he looks and passes for straight, he is able to come off UN-assuming?
what if i told you looking like that HAS helped him get wolves/foxes/or hybrids?
what if i told you he pursued a famous, but low key, producer?
what if i told you he was giving said producer head on his couch while his wife was upstairs sleeping?
what if i told you…