Last nights episode was really awesome just because it was a season finale and all season finales are great. The only exception would be season 3′s finale. That shit was garbage. That whole season low key sucked. Especially after the momentum of the first two seasons. I digress.

I think the way Dexter captured Travis could have been written out a little better. It seemed really rushed. I was hoping Dexter would have to kill Travis in front of Harrison while Debra found her way to the kill site. Talk about ending the season with a bang. That would’ve done the job. Instead, we get Debra walking in on Dexter right before he stabs Travis. I wish she walked in to hear his “I’m a father, a son, and a serial killer” speech though. Then she would undeniably know what the deal is. Right now she’s merely a witness.

With these next two seasons impending the untimely end of Dexter as we know it, one can only wonder what will happen in the next season. That intern Luis, will be next season’s villain. There is no question about that. The whole hand thing indicated that. Especially when he mailed it to Dexter’s house. I wonder what those drawings on the palm of the hand mean though. Was he drawing out his lifelines on some palm reader shit or something? Who knows. Not to mention, he wants to continue to work in homicide and that’s rather interesting. A calmer, pale skinned, new aged Doates perhaps?

I don’t know what the future brings but I do know the next two seasons of Dexter will be very reminiscent of the first two seasons. I can’t wait. September/October 2012 can’t get here fast enough.

I read an article today entitled, “If I Were A Poor Black Kid” written by *gasp* a middle aged white man. A lot of people are appalled by this article. I’m not. It took a nice amount of balls and ignorance on his behalf to write that piece of shit article.

I thought the article had two major flaws. The first mistake he made writing it was being white. The second mistake builds upon the first one. He wrote what he would do with the knowledge that he has been able to easily acquire as a middle age white man.

With an article entitled “If I Were A Poor Black Kid” you’d hope it was written by some immigrant from some third world country instead of a middle aged white man. Especially in America. Did he not get the memo? You need someone that has been equally oppressed as a human being because of their skin color or any other stupid reason to really write a decent article about what they would do if they were another oppressed color instead. Only people I can think of that have been equally oppressed is Iranian muslim women. Not to mention the article reads like he’s attempting to sell some poor black kid a dream on some mentor type shit instead of teaching a life lesson.

It really bothers me he wrote what he would do though. Does this motherfucker know that if he was a poor black kid he wouldn’t have all that knowledge about different schooling, technology, and such? That’s not information that’s routinely passed around as a kid. Unless your uncle steals computers too. I learned about different schooling because I had a friend growing up that played sports which got him into different schools filled with white children and practically no danger while I dodged gangs, bullets, and drugs. Even then, my parents couldn’t afford it so the knowledge of it isn’t enough to help any poor black kid that’s like me.

The author also doesn’t fully understand the concept of being poor in my poor opinion. Being poor is a cycle you don’t fully grasp and understand until you’re in your late teens. Shit, I didn’t realize what it was to be poor until I made the decision to be an adult and have responsibilities and shit.

Granted, I’m still poor. For the most part its a vicious fucking cycle with less options than an on and off switch. Its so many variables involved with being poor that you can only give generic “you can make it too” answers. I could only write what I would do in my poor upbringing if I was a kid again and even that might not be relatable to the average poor kid. Especially a poor black one.

I got a better idea. How about we get someone who was actually poor and black to write this article? My girlfriend was just telling me about 3 doctors from New Jersey that were poor and black and made it. My idea? Get them to write it and stop selling education alone to poor minorities and start selling determination too.

Pain is the inspiration

I’ve used that as an excuse to get a lot of shit from video games to shoes. Truth is I’m not at a level where I can afford to do shit like that. Not that it should matter because a binge is a binge. But money is important and I shouldn’t be spending mine living in the past. Instead, I need to be investing in my future.

What’s in my future though? At one point I felt like I had the world in my palm. But at that point, I was a fresh 18 years old high school student fucking college girls on a regular. My outlook on life and such has rightfully changed dramatically since.

Honestly, at this point I just want to graduate college and meet someone I’ll be trading denture cleaner with 40 years from now. Most people in my age range don’t think like that. We’re taught to pretty much go out and play the field. What if there’s nothing on that field though? What if your legs hurt from being on the field too much? Is there an injury reserve for the field? Real heads need to know.

Nah, I’m not looking to settle down right now. The thought of it makes me smile though. Finally get rid of the selfish luxury vehicles that guide you through life and into a convoy that aligns you with the stars on some astrological synchronized swimmers shit. Finally have something better to do than browse craigslist ads head to the clubs and chase random pussy women that are just being teases out to get free drinks from you and they don’t even let you sniff their pussy say thanks or give you their number at the end of the night.

I digress. My party and bullshit life is pretty much over with at this point. I’ll just live vicariously through rap songs and my memories. Pain is the inspiration.

Perhaps, I’m still high from that show. But have y’all heard The Mack Is Back? Mustache Cash Stash? Lost Boyz? Star Smoke? RoadKill? Post Rapture? Hardboiled!?!?! If you have then you already know.

EHC >>>>>> ANY New Rapper from the last 2 years

I stand by that statement. Once the flood comes, you won’t be able to stop it. I swear.

We’ve all watched The Mack before, right?

Oh, and to further talk shit, I produced it too.
Inspired By Pain coming soon
Check It Out below

Over the last 4 days, I’ve written 3 songs. I have yet to record one though. Tomorrow, I’ll probably write 2 more and record the first 3. The process for this album is a bit better than Memoirs of Purgatory. With Memoirs of Purgatory, I didn’t have a lot of the beats made. I was just making joints and then writing to them not really seeing if they could stand the test of time. Far as this project goes a lot of these beats I’m rapping to were made a year ago. Some longer than that.

Keep in mind I already have like 5 recorded.

I think I’ve put more pressure on myself than I need to with this project. I just want to make the best music I could possibly make and know at the end of the day it was a reflection of me. I’m not like most artists that put out these albums in hopes to get a deal or whatever. I’ve actually turned down deals. Its important for me to say what I want to say, how I want to say it because this is my therapy. Also, I start college August 30th so I won’t be back making music til December.

Not sure how many of you guys know this but, I’m a full time worker at a warehouse and I go to college full time. Between all of that I still have personal shit going on and what not, so I attempt to make as much music as possible during the off seasons. For example, its actually 22 joints I’ve recorded for “The Dexter Morgan Mixtape”. I did all of that in January. Once I’m inspired it don’t take me long.

This summer’s offseason started late because I took a summer course. I’m trying to graduate either May 2012 or December 2012. I’ve been in school since 2007 and I just want to hurry up and get my degree. Hopefully, I can obtain better employment and use that money to create even more opportunities for my music.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this blog. I’mma just sip on this beer and watch Love Jones. Be easy.

Well, for starters, I’m almost out of my summer course. The only thing I gotta do is take this one test and I’m completely done. Wasn’t a bad semester either.

I go back to school in September. So from now til September, I’m doing nothing but music. I’ve been working on some original stuff too. I was told I don’t release enough music so I’m gearing up to shock y’all.

The sessions have been real intense too. I’m gonna take that giant leap and record everything myself. I don’t like the way Memoirs Of Purgatory came out and I’m vowing to never release subpar material again.

I’ve been blogging on my Tumblr blog a lot lately. Mainly for the convenience. I can just easily type a few words and bam! There goes a blog. Its really just to disclose my personal thoughts as they occur (like Twitter) just in blogging form. So if y’all feel like I’m not here, check there. I’m definitely over there.

I’m not sure if I can really write how much my father means to me. I honestly wouldn’t know where I’d be without him. I know I’m different from a lot of the young black men I grew up with because my father was in my life.
My father and I didn’t do many activities together though. He didn’t always come to my lacrosse games or track meets. However, he worked hard to put food on the table and keep a roof over my family’s head. Him being absent from certain events in my life taught me about hard work and responsibility.

A lot of people would bitch if their parents didn’t show up to a lacrosse game or track meet. I wouldn’t. I just observed what being an actual man entails. Sometimes as a man you can’t make it. Just my opinion.

My father set the bar for the type of man I want to be. I only hope I could become half the man he is. Even at the tender age of 49, having gout and kidney problems doesn’t stop my father from doing what he does best; working.

Happy Fathers Day

Malcolm Maximillion – ‘The Dexter Morgan Mixtape’

1.) Dexter
2.) The Damage A Man Can Do
3.) First Blood
4.) Circle of Friends featuring Elite Hunters Club
5.) Hop a Freighter
6.) Lost Boyz featuring Elite Hunters Club
7.) If I Had a Hammer
8.) Resistance Is Futile
9.) Go Your Own Way
10.) Love American Style
11.) Return To Sender
12.) Road Kill featuring Action Bastard