The Real

footsteps

yeah son, i cant pay my lease but at least i make sure my jordans dont got a crease hype beast? well where my beauty? but bitches wasnt in the gym with me shooting, releasing, swish money funny how all these niggas claiming they was running with me running from me, sometimes i think i got an ulcer in my tummy cause i cant stomach that punk shit the world be on, i wonder is the conclusion upon us, the loudest one is the weakest one in the room so i disregard these surround sound ass niggas among us, i struggle to find the truth because people love to lie steal and cheat, use deceit so they demands get meet shit i meant met, but i never fret, cause i dont catch feelings i just catch the next jet, too blessed to be stressed, God i wonder why I care, you the only thing on my mind, i wish these thoughts i had were shared

westside song (rainforests)

believe me it aint easy, thats why i smoke these weed leaves, because it all frees me, people too needy or maybe too greedy intentions too sleazy, now my own thoughts tease me, maybe i should be heeding to these hints you leave me, success is what i want till im the last nigga breathing, conquer these demons as i look to the sky i can lie its hard now to comply with the doubts i feel inside but eliminating these feelings inside is what provides this drive, niggas try to pry the crown from my fists but i clinch tighter as i sense these suckas tryna bombard and swarm, for dark nights theres brighter days i look outside in awe of the storm, this notion keeps me focused and gives the twinkle to my eye as the other one observes these niggas that despise, and niggas ask me if i know real niggas and i say it depends, holla at me in a few years if i got the same friends, so thats why i wont be surprised by these lies cause a relationships demise is not something you can design, and in spite of what might arise i gotta remember theres two things i want for the future to be successful and alive, shit my mind is a Bugatti, or sadly just a Caddy, rollin round the city with my bad bitch Maddie, who got a fattie, need to get these thoughts dashing so I copped the g off her brother Mattie, at a young age they both lost their daddy and maybe had he, been around to notice the happenings, but its maddening why I choose to have dues with a skank, i just shut it and thank her for the dank, as we cruise she sips on the booze and the truth starts to ooze as she gets loose off the goose, so we made a truce and threw up the deuce, she pounds few more brews, feeling battered and bruised which is ironic because its the feelings she gets from these other dudes, naw she aint my baby, and naw i aint wifing, we just get to kicking it when we feel like getting trifling, but sometimes its stifling, but i ignore it as a i dive in, i rest my head on the pillow but i hear screams in my dreams, will i live to see the sunrise of tomorrow, and if i didnt who would feel this sorrow, lemme borrow your shoes, walk in em two step, all this food for thought anybody full yet? i wanna observe the world from a different prospective, but im objective cause deep down im timid, what if i see myself and i dont like the image im presenting…?

thank you pac!

champ

waves

sometimes my focus is dashed, i feel the wrath of the past and its cast and bad omen and spell and all the feelings dwell in the dungeon strugglin to find the light as im stumblin but these missteps well help me match right, dont dance with the devil groove with the champ im tired of these darker days so with a few niggas i lamp, with the power of 1000 watts to devour the sour and dour feeling ive been concealin i put my stamp on ya heart, never leave those eyes damp, as i prance across the finish line and realize that its winning time i glance, enhance the views that have been bullshit has askew, ill tell u what bullshit will do it will make all those second guesses and dark thoughts seem true, as i try to push thru but times is hard so i slipped myself a blue, poppa smurf, momma and nursed the little kiddies, i intently get out the bullshit quickly, in life people are too picky, too many conversations not enough action to match up with these statements and thats what breeds hatred, caught up in the matrix, reality she couldnt face it, so she let niggas run train my nigga all aboard at this station, i wanna find the fountain of youth and gulp, drink, maybe sink as i blink and wink look up at the mirror above the sink, my eyes is bloodshot reflects my demeanor, fed up with the subpoenas, i need to get my act cleaner, i wish i could develop a tactic to live lavish and limit the worries that support my fickle and tickled and trickled mental and cerebellum, they try to tell em but morals are ethics are questioned when a man is destined to clean up his section, as the big bills meshing in his denim, in my heart i feel so much venom, as it spews and splatters, my heart beaten and battered, character is tested when you close to disaster, all these problems is plastered upon the ceiling, i talk to my master wishing results will come faster i wanna better myself and flex, nothing but the best, limit my stress live more and just care less, limit these issues and increase the quality of living, crazy how the simplest thoughts are just so complex to truly digest….

the vibe

so i just sit here and think… about a lot of different things… i really need to examine myself.. i really dont got anyone to tell this to, so i kinda let this shit ride out on here.. keep scrollin if u wanna idc 

so honestly i feel alone as hell right now man. its bad.. in my heart and in my mind i feel trapped.. i wanna break out but im fearful of that because i dont know who would run into the wild with me, who would be there to really support me when i bust out of the cage? i really dont think anyone cares too much, i reach out to people extensively, its my nature to wanna see people happy and succeed, see people bask in their glory but along the way i get forgotten… its interesting because those people that say “im here im here” are usually the ones you are puzzled with because when a challenging time comes they are more distant than ever. theres honestly not one person i can say that i confide in or believe in fully. it sucks.. i dont got nobody to connect with… am i stubborn? am i a bitch? idk what the hell it is, i wish i could break out this rut. i wish someone could talk to me and get my mind straight.. i wish someone could alleviate this pressure and stress im feeling.. i dont feel confident about myself or my life right now.. im tired of feeling alone. not having anyone to take serious. theres honestly not one person i can converse with on a serious note.. i feel so fucking troubled.. people tell me i should be confident, be happy, have that bounce but i have no reason… theres nobody here to change my thought process and that person will never appear. i really do wish my spirit and thoughts could be structured differently i really do. i wish someone gave me a reason to ooze an confidence, to vividly display an upbeat spirit… for dark nights theres brighter days, i want my shit to be blinding because these clouds have been lingering around for soooo long… dealing with people leaves u fucked, staying to yourself leaves u lonely, its a battle thats interesting. i wish someone could give me a glimmer of hope, a speck of advice, just any inkling of knowledge or encouragement.. lord knows i need it.. is this a cry for help? idk its just me stating how i feel.. ive been hurt beaten and battered in my spirit and mind. i wish i could just be recharged, refreshed, the flame that ignited me rekindled. im missing something.. i want a different feeling.. i just wish the lord continues to bless me. i gotta channel my energy differently, channel my focus in a positive way. adjust my demeanor so i can place myself on the cusp of success… care less live more… thats what the fuck i need to do….

champ

movement

back in effect on here… 10:52 on this sunday in march watching my lakers play the atlanta hawks (represent!!) but uh anyways im on twitter a lot, i like reading what people have to say and debate about (feel free to follow me @wcboyer24) but anyways i notice a constant on twitter, people flamboyantly complain about the tendencies of males and females and how it drives them crazy… so i wanted to put my thoughts into circulation on this specific topic

Guys are immature and narrow minded yup i said it.. how am i familiar with this? because i am one… i cant even lie or fabricate any type of story, hooking up with girls is fun, our hormones shake us violently and we have needs that we long to be fulfilled, the conflict arises when girls give these narrow minded immature guys chances.. they dont know how to handle something that is valuable, something that should be cherish.. that immaturity results in frustration, confusion and a whirlwind of a emotion that spirals out of control… this then leaves the girl in a position she never wanted to fathom, a reality she didnt wanna face.. being hurt is no fun, and nothing hurts my heart more than seeing a girl lonely or hurt when she has no reason to be… they then paint this picture that all guys are these demons, these monsters leeches looking to extract all the emotion and energy from them, they are grasped by this falsehood that all guys are the same, when in fact thats not true at all… 

if i take a shot in basketball and miss, should i not shoot anymore because all shots are gonna be the same? issue is the girls are messing with the same dude with different faces… LOOK FOR THE ONE THAT CATCHES YOUR EYE AND HEART, in that way you can never lose… but guys we have to do a better job of treating our women like a princess… love is already complicated enough, dont further complicate it with lies, hurt and bullshit..  it’s unfair to brand every guy the same. some guy will exert maximum effort to give a girl the world, show that man love and respect. girls claim they want a good guy, a angel, but when its presented in front of them its often shunned because they get bored, they want a badass to keep them on edge, they dont wanna know what to expect, and that unpredictability is often where the hurt stems from… you didnt anticipate him fucking with another girl did you sweetheart? think about your safety and security.. what u want isnt always what u need

also guys… girls have a lot of baggage, they can be an emotional trainwreck, its our obligation to alleviate some of that pressure and take away that baggage, provide her with a sense of relaxation, dont bring calamity to her life.. dont talk about it be about it.. dont promise a girl you will never hurt her because thats too unrealistic, because truth is you will, what results after that period is a true testament of your relationship.. no ones perfect, little bumps happen, but following your heart will allow the results you want to arise.. dont say “im not like other guys” let your actions do the talking and women its up to you to determine if those actions are genuine, because that could be the difference between a heart full of love, or a pillow full of tears

champ 

Life ?

Right… so today my mom and I had an interesting dialogue. (Me and my mom are real close, so our conversations aren’t restricted to what some may claim to be normal) It perplexed her why I dont use my knowledge and writing skills to communicate with those via the internet and other social media outlets. The thought was extracted to my brain and soon slithered it ways through the confines of my mind. I seriously considered it.. I often feel an abundance of emotions and feelings that I long to share with others… I could serve as a catalyst to further one’s thoughts or bring some clarification to certain situations they are in or what they are feeling, but most importantly this serves as a gateway for me to express myself and innermost thoughts. I get troubled and puzzled at times, we all do.. thats whats needed for one to grow. These sticky situations we put ourselves in allow us to learn about ourselves. When your back is against the wall you learn a lot about your ability to adapt, your mental capacity and other things that are imperative for PERSONal success… haaa so I guess this is my attempt at starting this thing.. I hope yall bare with me and actually read these.. I could be plagued by inconsistencies on these posts because of time constraints but I will try to post something fresh daily… I hope you guys can respect my thoughts and opinions and hopefully we share the same feelings…. respect to yall and love to yall…

the champ is here no doubt.. (ill explain this later..) but anyways I know a lot of people who circulate around drama, and it plagues them in so many ways.. I pray to God you aren’t one of these people… drama is manufactured foolish bullshit. sometimes its unavoidable but majority of the time its unwarranted. if you position yourself correctly you can carry on thru high school, college or whatever facet of life you may be in without drama… first off you’d be damn near lucky in these teenage years to tell a story and have it come back the same way you told it. why? because people like to manipulate things and alter them.. its frustrating yes but stop and think.. will this be relevant at all in a year? a month? a week? people want to see you upset, they what to see you enraged and that their words and actions are getting to you.. recognize that.. when you are quick to react it indicates that the words and actions are bothersome… we all possess different genetic and mental makeup, but try to structure yours in a way that allows you to defuse any BS.. Silence is LOUD remember that… when you dont react it shows its not bothering you.. the person behind this drama will look stupid, they will have to explain themselves and people will come to the realization about the situation… shimmy on down the line dont let anything derail you from your goals and or aspirations… drama weighs you down, and will leave you feeling so drained and defeated mentally and spiritually.. never let your spirit quiver.. have a firm and stern demeanor that not even the most powerful person could shake… its hard to be quiet, especially when your the one being talked about but the strong move quiet, the weak start riots… its important to stay true to yourself and the ones you are closed with… let the rat eat his own cheese, because by the time they are done munching you could be enjoying a full course meal.. progress…

PS: i refer to myself as champ (short for campione) so yeaaaaah money right??

holla holla

to all the girls out there feeling down, remember even in the depths of despair you have a reason to feel a glimmer of happiness. you possess beauty in your own right, and someone cares about you even though it may not be apparent to you.. smile sweethearts.. real talk