AM I MY BROTHERS KEEPER?...

If you have been following my blog for a while then you have seen me post about the situation my brother is in. And for a while, this shit fucked with me. I was stressin, losing sleep, gettin angry and so forth just thinkin about my brother behind bars and then one day..... i just stopped. I've been wanting to get a tattoo of a scroll that says "My Brothers Keeper" with the names of all 7 of my younger brothers on it because i feel like i AM the keeper of my brothers. But i also realized that my brother was about 18 or 19 when this incident transpired which makes him an adult, and as an adult, he chose to make the choices he did. i would harp on him about who he hung with and being "guilty by association" and all that. Shit his mother and my father should have been beatin into his head and that ass. And i want to cry for my boy, i want to let him know that shit will be alright but in the words of Cee Lo "i wanna lie to you sometimes, but i can't/ i wanna tell you that its all good, but it aint". I watched the movie Alpha Dog with Justin Timberlake and the movie is a damn near exact portrayl of what my brother is goin through right now and when i saw the sentences the niggaz in the movie got (its based on a true story), i was a reality check that my brother could face life, if not death, in jail. And as much as i love him, i have to use him as a negative example to the other ones on what not to become. So when i think "Am I My Brothers Keeper?" i can honestly say yes because i will do what it takes to protect my other ones from this same fate. just had to get that shit off a nigga chest, yall.

GYEAH!!!!!.....

This is a bittersweet moment for me because while the show is back on next month, its the LAST season. Damn, Sony. Look what you caused...... But anyway, this looks like the best season so far. This is how you go out.

I'M BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

Ya boy is back from the grave of life and back in full muthafuckin effect, baby!!! Niggaz on other blogs been gettin their shine for the past few months, but a nigga is on EPMD status, Back To Business.

DY-NO-MITE, DY-NO-MITE!!!!

THESE are just a taste of probably the BEST movie this year. i've watched this shit twice. watch it at the theatre, online, whatever. just watch the shit. shit is classic.

THE DREAD CHRONICLES....

(Not my dreads...)

As i've been on Twitter alot, i been talkin about my locks here and there. while going through my camera i saw that i had pics from when i first started them in July and i had taken pics after each retwist and decided to keep a photo chronicle of this journey. i first tried locking my hair when i moved back to houston in 07 since i couldn't find a sufficent braider. my boy Rob had some and he told me about the girl who did his and told me how she was Lil Waynes Houston stylist. lets just say i wasn't please at how they were starting out and the shit was just TORTURE no being to able to wash my hair the usual 2-3 times a week (after i saw a nigga with ringworm on his scalp, i been scared as hell of gettin that shit), so i cut all my hair off. Now i'm restarted them and will post pics every three weeks (when i get them redone and when i get my scalp and hair "cleaned").

MICKEY MOUSE, HERE I COME...

Thats right, in February, i'm goin on this hoe!! $399 for 4 nights aint bad and its my first time goin on a cruise so i'm kinda crunk about this shit. i pulled up this picture and saw all the shit it has on it and damn near lost my mind. a nigga felt like he was in kindergarten again. but, all i know is there better be some females on this trip because if i'm stuck on a boat with a bunch of "Hannah Montanas", i'm sinkin that bitch my fuckin self.

BITE MY TOUNGE FOR NO ONE, CALL ME EVIL OR UNBELIEVABLE"-Biggie

People who know me know that I speak my mind whether wrong or right and my stance on shit never changes just because somebody tries to front me. Last week, I became pretty famous by going in on Rocsi from 106 n Park and makin her cry the next day because I decided to roast her ears. So what, them shits is big and she even aknowledged that shit on Twitter. But today was different.

Today, I decided to go in on another person just because of the way she responded to a question I asked. Did I "know" this person? Hell naw. Did I really care? Nope. But part of the main reason I decided to "go in" on this individual is because the streets was talkin down on my team because of stuff she was doin in store, out the store and online. Now, I COULD have let the shit go as my former boss told me but as I told him, it ain't that easy.

There was a time when being part of the "crew" was a major accomplishment. It was like how Pain In Da Azz described being part of Rocafella on that one skit. You were "made" now, even though you barely made over minimum wage. Lol. And they weren't lettin everybody in like that, there were no interviews or applications. You had to know somebody to be down. And as somebody who went from a customer who knew jack shit to being the biggest seller there, couldn't nothin top that. There was no better feeling than to be part of a crew nobody even thought would make it, only to be one of the top spots in streetwear and you had a part in all of that. So when I see and hear niggaz sayin shit about my squad in a negative light, of course I'm gonna speak on it. Especially when I put my name and rep on the line so that my crew stayed on top, you damn right I'm gonna pull ya card if I find out you are a reason behind the negative talk.

And like the real nigga I am, I don't snitch, squeal, rat or point fingers at nobody but myself because imy grandfather told me "your word is all you have in this world, so don't say anything unless you are ready to accept the good and bad with it." I could have easily played the coward roll and told who I heard shit from and dodge phone calls, but I don't roll that way. I spoke to whom it may concern and put my words out there and stood by them and stated "I will never bite my tounge for nobody, whether it gets me in trouble or not. I choose my words and I mean everything I say." So either love me or leave me alone, but you will respect me.

Lex