dreamhome

I'd Rather drink Muddy Water.

INTRO: Secretly,
I miss you.
and Secretly-
they cant make me smile like you.

-SCENE CUTS-
[back to reality]

ok.
so now on this road towards hmmmm,
nothing.

My life is fine.
school starts,
money comes.
no pain towards me,
and the radio NEVER lets me dwn.
and I shop.

then-
theres no fckn lovelife.
like wtf?!
i cannot stand it.

the being alone part.

but-
I push ppl away because of the fact tht I can't trust em,
and plus I dnt wanna be hurt.

sht.

so- I leave.

hell-

"I'd rather drink muddy water than to let yu take advantage of me."

-Wilma Amey

yeah. grandma's kno best.

-out-

s t a n k l o v e

"aye shawty, whachonameiz?!"

dnt wanna scare yu wit dis

buhh sht.

frankly yu give me inspiration

looks like yu gave GOD the same thing cuz yur his ILLEST creation

hell yeah,

what yu give me is the ILLEST form of elation

yu smelled so fckn good-

made me wanna add yu to [my] equation

emphasis on 'my' && mine only,

i'd NEVA leave us lonely.

fck!

an ounce of yu'd take me to the highest level of elevation.

yur worth a trillion,

not even a lyricist,

im just spittin what i feel nd,

i KNO its real nd,

this sht can get more wild than yur fantasies at hotel Hilton

inject my heart wit tht KillaKold sht yu feel doe,

"have yu ever made love to a weerdo?!"

nah-

forreal doe,

HAVE yu ever made love to a weerdo?

maybe not buhh

im Kool as Camels nd I can put yu at ease betta than SHE did yo.

in our backgrounds lie nothing but screams of sensation,

our sense of visionary creatin'

me,

erasin pangs of yur "perfectgirl" waitin'

also-

my contemplations about whats takin place.

S T A N K L O V E

a love so stank we deemed it R A N K L O V E

so.... what yu thank love?

[crowdpleasr]

Oh damn..
Its me..
Miss Benjamyn Cardoza..
Its my first [real] blog &&I’ve been Noticing how culture in atlanta is becoming more eccentric..
Clubs still jump CRAZY but yet-What matters in ATLANTA more than ANYTHING is the underground music makers..
a la’ INDY labels, And the parties that are thrown by them..
The SELF PROCLAIMED "kool kids" Who live by the city lights…
BASICALLY the [Broke$Boujee] crowd etc..
THE PPL WHO REFUSED TO BE BOXED IN..
the ARTISTS,
&&CREATORS…
Innovators!!!
Yes…The music..
the music it is-Its what we love.. added to the fact tht we are incredibly moved by the sht we throw on our backs.
Alluring yu know?!
I know yu have thrown one of those club Saturdays soooo far away and damn near pissed your pants in anticipation…
waiting and waiting for the night where yu can swagg surf with your niggas-OR CATCH SOME DOPE ASS EAST COAST beats.SHT- i know I have..
AND FRANKLY I [live] FOR IT..hell, when I attended my 1st B$B party,
those beats hit me hard, and fashion seeped into my blood further than it already was…
SHT HIT THE BONE..
I FELT IT.
I FELT LOVE…
and yes-it was at 1st SONG.=]

On again off again,
-B. BENJAMYN CARDOZA