STILL Got My Nike Boots.

I will be recording with QT tomorrow and I am BEYOND excited. The guy is a REAL talent. I'm tempted to say the best pure rapper I've ever worked with. I'm excited how this will look on peoples I-tunes:

"Nike Boots (Remix)" by The Panik & QT

(SIDENOTE: After much thought, I've decided to shorten my name to The Panik. It's easier to go by and its catchy... It's gone from The Paniked Hispanik to The Panik Hispanik to The Panik a.k.a. The P to the H.) We are prepping this Nike Boots remix and also prepping another song, which won't be revealed until later. Trust it's bound to be sick :)

As I was writing for my Nike Boots verse, the chorus of the song-- which is real simple in nature --really hit me somewhere deep. Then the idea of "still having my shoes on and still walking" drove me to writing perhaps one of the most captivating verses I've ever done. It's literary style isn't complex, the rythm doesn't strike awe and the words certainly don't tell an amazing story... but the verse combination of wittiness, passion, tenacity and metaphorical speech make me get the tingly feeling around my neck (you know what I'm talkin' about). With everything that has been happening in my life lately, good or bad, I still got these shoes on. and if I consciously make the decision to put them on in the morning, I have dedicated myself to walking in my own shoes towards a goal. I've set a tone. I've embraced the fact that I'm going to step over aggrevating terrains like rocks, goatheads, dry wood, haters, dry grass, deep snow, slippery surfaces, etc. I've laced up with every intention to make it back to my house later that day and take my shoes off on the ground I trust. Maybe I see a patch of beautiful green grass while I'm out and I unlace to temporarily enjoy... but NEVER forgetting that I can't take that beauty with me. All I can do is enjoy it where its at and love my home, and everything/everyone in it, more. I mean... Wale, you're kind of an accidental genius when you say:

I'm just doing what I gotta do. [I'm] flya then the rest of 'em, STILL got my Nike boots.

In closing, I want to leave this particular blog with a spirit of hopefulness... specifically for the future. All this has GOT to be one day at a time. And if it has to be one day at a time? I'm-a do it while being flya then the rest of them... (flya for me meaning staying above hatred and doin' me). And as a reminder? I'm lacin' my shoes on with pride every morning from now on. I mean... slippin' my Berks on with pride ;)... Just for fun, I put a snippet of my Nike Boots verse below. I'm out for now but until next time... stay flya then the rest of 'em.

Flya then the rest of 'em. Bowell in the rest room./
Did I say bowell? Meant haters piled in my rest room./
Starin' for my Nike shoes? Dawg, I'm wearin' rugger boots./
Berkenstock Cloggers too. Hater, never heard of you./
Lay tracks, lay beats, lay seas lay and lay oceans./
Did you hear me speak? Don't mean I SPEAK Laotian./
Ignorant speech, WOW! Meant I ain't speak louse./
Under armoured out so "Must Protect This House"/
Aeropostale hoodie but the hood be repped down/
Fresher with my Aqua de Gio, I'm uptown/