He's been a hit away for some time now. I know, but I truly think this is it.
I don't think he's ill or anything, but he's definitely better than a Fructis ad. Really, though. Why would he get on something like this? I understand money is money. But, wow.
It's odd because, while defending him, I caught myself saying something along these lines the other day.
"You know, it's sad because he had the best team behind him, a superstar to back him financially, plus some of the best beat makers (Just Blaze, Kanye) on his squad and the potential for any guest slot...and still he couldn't succeed."
Then I realized it sounded like a dis. No disrespect, though. I was being honest. Chalk it up to whatever you want, but some music failures are just a mystery. You can say he wasn't that talented but look at our homeboy Soulja Boy moving units despite thinking great lyrics would hold him down. You can say it was bad marketing but being on some of the most successful and crticially acclaimed LP's of the decade, you'd think it'd be enough to do really well. Going on some major tours...it should have been enough.
Instead...Fructis.
Working with kids, you see a lot of this. Listening to this track, I realized we got a long way to go to make it right in the minds of kids. But, that's essentially been the struggle. Why work a 9 to 5 when you can make cheese quick as Mac? That quick fix. That allure, as Jay called it. Hard to fight. But, through struggle, much is earned and the lessons make a better ending.
Inspiration!
"It's so much i can show you, without rolling through beverly hills
Without money, cars, clothes or even ecstasy pills
I dont need weed to ease me when im stressing, fa'real
I just close my eyes and try to think how heaven feels
Just to feel good again, even though i know when i open them
Its back to the hood again where kids hold chrome with them
Just to feel protected cuz the videos are showing them
How to shoot fools and take they doe from them
Thats why i try to give my soul to them in lyrics i spit
They reject it cuz they stressing for material shit
They getting sick and tired of fighting over cereal gifts
Cuz they notice bitches go head over hills for the whips
And the chains, and the chips, and the range and the clips
And the guns, and the women and the fun
Living in cribs in the 'burbs, fuck the slums, they want funds
And they heard flipping birds is the ticket
They get it and they run with it
Some slip and fall, others pause, see the out come and call
On the Lord for some change cuz the game is too hard
To play straight by the rules, im trying to stay out the news
And make cake to buy food, fuck jewels
I think my soul glows bright enough, and fuck whips
I learn more when i ride the bus, and fuck gold
Its bad enough that we fight for bucks, and fuck hoes
Cuz in the end i need a wife to love
Plus heaven is the life for us, so God...Show me the Good Life"
-Blu "Good Life"
The kids will be alright.