This move out of my house in Oakland is flashing me back to when we had to sell my childhood home in West Covina. East Oakland reminded me so much of West Covina. Feeling the grief of moving again
what an honor to witness people who share their vulnerable lives with you
& to witness the beautiful ways people have overcome so much in their lives
Coming back to music lately has felt like a homecoming
coming back to self
returning to revisit my grief my joy my passions my purpose my spirit my medicine my prayer
these AI generated songs / ads be corny sounding like my terrible freestyles as a kid
damn had I known people would fall for that, I shoulda been making money making corny songs for ads
and thru it all I have so much respect for the ones who try in their own ways to really look out for me
even behind closed doors
or when I’m not around
or advocating for me
or holding me, physically or emotionally
so much respect for those people
my world is crumbling apart and I still gotta keep my head up every single day
the betrayal, the heartbreak. the housing crisis, the poor health, the job loss… every aspect of my life is in fucking shambles
sad to think that I been disillusioned into believing things might finally work out with folks
that community can be beautiful and flourish
only for it to come crashing down every time