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South of Trenton | As the rain fell I realized there was no turning back. When home is no longer home, the road becomes a refuge for the mind, body and soul. Some would say I was lost. Others realized I was finally found. The irony echoed too loud for me to ignore. It was these same contradictions that led me here, to South Jersey. It was here that I found Virtue, in the midst of Vice. It was here that I found my FAITH, and I didn't have to die to believe... Who am I? I am LOVE unconditional, PURE & uncut. I am the fruition of a generation lost to the times, yet REDEEMED through this L.I.F.E. we lead and the DESTINY we manifest. I am, a LEGACY, void of hate and ignorance. I am a leader to those who would follow, a student to the wise and a teacher to those who would listen. This story begins as they all do, deep within a solitary mind, consumed by the times. I remember the sound my truck made as it slammed into the median. I could hear the sirens in the distance as I battled to maintain consciences. My arm had grown numb by the time I gathered the strength to stand. As I drifted further and further away I witness time pass. I watched as my riches turned to rags, and stood helpless, a victim to my own Vices. Days and weeks blend together as I orchestrated my return. By then I had completely alienated myself, from both family and friends, beginning to care less and less about making amends. I justify all my actions as a means to my ultimate END. Today is April 8th 2006. I've managed to elude capture by chance, through the kindness of a total stranger. I sit quietly, debating my chances, as I wait for the 12:01am train to Penn Station. New York, New York!
Southwest Louisiana; The dream, the future & me | Steel sharpens steel and adversity builds character. What began as a sabbatical quickly turned to chaos because sharks outgrow their tanks. Apparently my success was a slap in the face to niggas, because there was no shortage of spite, but I was never one to cut my own nose. I took every obstacle head on but in the midst of war, I failed to castle. Tough lesson. So there I was back in the Bronx, New York, standing on the corner. No high profile clients. No corporate sponsors. No radio stations to leverage, and no team. It was JUST ME #businessartentertainment
Bronx Chronicles | For the first time in 20 years, I didn't have warrant, court date or a charge pending. To reminisce is a bittersweet facade, for with the highs came the lows, but still, no regrets. "Paul Daniels " was never an alter ego, it was always business. From my first cut of the door, to my brief stint at the radio station, one call is all it took. Yet there I was, debating the odds, awaiting a downtown 2 train. I hadn't closed my eyes, not even a wink. It is the city that never sleeps after all. I managed to leverage a situation downtown the night before and filled an upscale venue with a bunch of "Bronxites." Thing is, nobody calls us that because to the world at large, we're all still niggas. My homies, wardens of the culture never adhere to the dress code. I had to press the owner, because Cover wasn't taking off his hat. Rightfully so, my dude was always a star. Respect due. #HipHop @MoreThanJustMusic
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