me and my mother were watching the grammy’s. i told my mother that she would see me accept the “song of the year” award for songwriting. in part i was joking and in part i was serious. in my notebook, there is a section called “spirituals” dedicated to songs.

favorite songwriters:

• prince
• babyface
• king david (wrote half of the psalms)
• king solomon (wrote the other half and the song of solomon)

ever since nicki minaj and megan thee stallion were going back and forth. i’ve been writing lil’ rap bars here and there. i even wrote a diss nicki could use against meg. i should of sent it to her so she wouldn’t have released that tired diss. i told one of my friends that i would love to be a female rapper’s ghostwriter.

my raps are…explicit lol. here is a taste of one that is

November Rain: (inspired by foxy brown’s gotta get you home)

Let me tell you about one night in November

But the air was so heavy you would think in was still September

Time stood still, going for 21 nights of pleasure

Tale of a boy who meets a girl

And a girl who meets the world



Ready, set, go!



You see I'm used to being showered with diamonds and pearls

By Bustas who talk a good game but true colors make ya hurl

Everything they could do, I could do better!





Before then I was in a desert

But I kept my Oasis far away from buzzards

I took time off when I had my daughter

Gone through the mud with my baby father



But the my homegirl Hayden came and said

It's time to open that watering hole for a real tiger



I met this ham off the gram' fine Shawty

Skin like honey dew, hair like linen

Like the girls say its givin'

Shit slung like Bratwurst, sung like a canary

Breath sweet as a starburst, specifically the cherry

that scene in latto’s “sunday service” where she’s handed the birkin bags is so fire, just fyi. i might post more raps in the future, just know:

funnily enough, you can thank prince for the creation of these advisories.