Honestly, It's All About Honesty...And Respect

Lately, I've been so caught up in studying for my upcoming law exams, that I really have not had a lot of time to bitch about anything...or more importantly, I really have nothing to bitch about. Which is funny because Im pretty damn cynical and can usually find the bad part of anything. But I also know that If anyone actually reads this stuff, then I have to update material and keep it somewhat fresh. I have decided, however, not to post certain material on this blog so as not to offend people who know me. That said, there are plenty of things I could bitch about in that regard, but I choose not to out of respect for certain individuals.

One thing that really gets on my nerves is people who lie, or more specifically, don't tell the whole truth about stuff. This has been a problem with one particular individual in my life and lately it has got to the point where I cannot believe anything that this person says, and I have had to make efforts not to be around this person. I am not the only one who feels this way, as other people have said similar things.

So, moral of the story is, be an honest, respectful person, and people will like you. When you are not, people tend to think you're an asshole.

On a Warm San Francisco Night

Knight Lord Radio, held back by the Bay Bridge faded,
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank G-d we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keepin' low through the streets
And niggas givin' us pounds cause of these dope-ass sounds
We run aground like ships, over these beats I flip
The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again
I got my grip on it, so turn it up to volume ten
Volume ten, word, like that brother from LA
Lord Radio and Hellbot be streakin' through the Bay
We all-citiy like the Mayor, you see my name
I'm more fresh shit, the creep tailor,
The G for international ladies like a sailor,
Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the agony in defeat
Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know
We doin, we doin shows in San Francisco
That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters
Time to bless another track we getting rid of the whack
We put em in the back with the other Tapenze shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolly do olly
Old folks grabs their talus and vacate the bay
See a name in Northern Lights, there's love in Double K
We getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the night
And it all weighs down, what, what

On A Warm San Francisco Night


-Thes One & Double K a.k.a. People Under The Stairs