I woke up this morning with words in my head. I recited them over and over till I was able to type the lines into my phone on the way to the airport. They went like this:
“People say my nephew looks like a mini me
Which made me think maybe there’s many me’s
So I took that as a sign
That I should stay on my grind
Cause this is all one big line
And I may not be far behind
The Jay-Z’s, the Cosby’s, the Jordan’s, the Smith’s
Just to focus on my gifts
And always try to uplift
And any mic I get
Make sure I always rip
And rock it till the coroner pulls it from my grip
And even then a song will be written on my hand
Make them say damn he died with a plan”
Okay so it’s not finished. Just a thought to add to the million thoughts I had before. Hopefully I will use it for something. So onto life… Over the last week I found myself having several conversations with band and staff members. I tried my best to listen, as well as give constructive criticism where needed. What I got from it all was the importance of “tone”. It really means a lot. From the tone you take with someone, to the tone you set. I was proud of my band on this trip. We were definitely tested in Orlando. We ran face to face with some egos that usually the band and I can’t ignore, but for the most part we focused on our goals and had a good time. So to reward them, we went jet sking the next morning. We had a blast. I was really trying to break the thing in half. After that the guys flew home. It was Shawn’s birthday so she and I stayed another day to celebrate, and enjoy some quality time.


