My First Post: Pushing the Path

Ok, this is my first ever post. One of those things I’ve been wanting to do since forever and just never bothered; mainly because I was being lazy, I feared no-one would read it, it would be plain embarrassing, and I couldn’t find a blog site I liked.

I realise now, that’s a lie I always knew, that the first 3 of those reasons are a complete waste of time and energy; as for the 4th, it was easily solved with a simple google search which subsequently provided me with this post: — which I read, absorbed, then pretty much made my decision based upon it and the fact that the symbol for this site is an M… My name is Mason, I like Ms, I figured if I was to be a blogging sensation then this site fitted me like a well worn glove.

Now cue the philosophical monologue about how i’ve turned my life around blaaaa… Fact is, I haven’t turned my life around so I won’t and I can’t preach to you or anyone on what they should do with theirs…

All I wish to do is share with you my journey. I don’t intend to make this a pretentious (#pret) post or blog about making major life decisions, about going out there and following your heart & making dreams come true and all that corny movie crap we’ve all heard a thousand times before. If anything, this is an entirely selfish endeavour — a public diary — satisfying my psychological egoism and perhaps, if I were to wield such an influence, effect yours in some way too.

So, where to begin?! That’s the hardest part of anything I think…

Being born is a struggle, learning to ride your bike, to swim, to dance (who doesn’t struggle to coordinate their limbs once you succumb to the drunken devil on your shoulder whispering “you’re Patrick Swayze, get dutty” — more like Ricky Gervais’ Derrick Sway-zeesh) to date (how long is the beginning like here’s a catalogue of all my favourite films you need to watch to be able to get half my jokes and if you don’t like them a part of me will like you less, same too with music…), to sex (cumming within 2 seconds and knowing you will have to do that at least a hundred more times for you even come close to feeling like you’re a Porn* or to actually talk to your mates, and perhaps other persons, confidently about sex) and the list goes on and on and on, writing essays etc. Its boring me now but I hope you, your friends, and your friends’ friends get the point.


The initial push will often be back breaking from the mental, or physical, inertia you’ve created over the subject matter in hand.

Thus, bearing this in mind, I used the force. Literally. I’m going to start at the end, probably more like the middle, but anywhere but the beginning. (if you don’t get that reference you deserve a telekinetic choking. Especially if it happened again just then. I like asphyxiating.)

What helped me take this first teeny weeny baby step towards becoming a global phenomenon (i find that word impossible to say) was this post:; then a little bit this one too but the last one already had me on it, this was like the metaphoric cherry on my mind’s cake:

Oh and in case you or anyone was interested, the former post there asks you to immediately, at that moment, write down your 10 biggest fears; when you’re in a rush to do that quickly its kind of surprising what you might write… These were mine:

  1. disappointing those that believed in me
  2. regretting
  3. not making a song
  4. not making a film
  5. not looking after my family (i have no children just in case some girl’s heart dropped out there, my seed is still available… but like not needy available i’m not desperate… I mean… I’m not a giggolo either [unless you are offering good money i may consider expanding my services for] I’m cool take it or leave it but I still care? Right? Whatever, you didn’t even get the Star Wars reference)
  6. Being unsuccessful
  7. Not learning
  8. Not growing
  9. Not being recognised
  10. Not living the dream

Looking back at them now, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, + 10 = the next number is? They could all be answered by 3 & 4.

Although I am unable to post a video of me doing a song right now or a track that I made etc… One because you can’t just buy Cubase and expect to be able to start making music, which killed me when I found out… I thought it would be like when you had one of those phones you could create your own ringtone on! Two, I don’t have the equipment yet but Three, its all in the pipeline and will become more clear as this blog progresses… I will post something displaying what I hope is talent, even though the rhythm and structure has obviously been based and taken from this:

I thought it only fitting that my first remix or whatever would be of the tune I first knew how to rap and I guess, as cheesy as it sounds, started my passion and, although i’m not from the Bronx (I know, Brooklyn), defined my life/dream too, albeit from my own perspective…

Not Juicy


Yeah, this album is dedicated

To all the teachers that told me I’d amount to something

To all the people that lived around me that never saw me hustling and if they did

Never called the police on me

When I was just trying to spend my money in greed & torture

And all the likeminded people in the struggle

You know what im saying

Its all bad baby baby

[verse 1]

I used to dream

That I’d read Word Up magazine

But Salt ‘n’ Pepa and Heavy D kind of sounds obscene

Hangin’ pictures on my wall

Every Saturday no text back, Mr. Tragic, they never call

I let my face rock ‘til my face popped

Smoking weed in my room, wanking in a sock

Way back, when I had the blue and white slumber sack

With the cap to match

Remember playing Nuke? Na-na-na-na

You never thought I’d drop and try to take a car

Now I’m in the limelight cos my crime sight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade,

Born sinner, the composite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat at Jardin’s for dinner

Peace to DJ, Hady T, Vince CT

Bunkfaster sex, Cloverhug Car-key

I’m blowing up like you thought I wouldn’t

Call the crib, new number new hood

Its not been good

And if you don’t know, now you know, go figure

[verse 2]

I’m still the same I’m a common thief

Up close and personal with toilet bleach

And I’m close to cheap, I drink crunk and ill split it 5 ways

Spread cost, it’s the broke boy way

The Moet and Alize keep me pissy

Girls didnt diss me

Now they bed wetters cause they kiss me

I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff

I was too used to passing sats and stuff

Now honeys play me close like nutters make me toast

From my first hickey til I made it to the coast

Condoms in teens, in love for weeks

Sold out beats to hear bigger men speak

Living life without fear

Cutting dive tarots no money for my beers

Lunches, brunches, I got my tokens from school

Considered a fool cause I flopped out my tiny tool

Stereotypes of a white boy understood

And it’s not all good

Uh… and if you don’t know, now you know, go figure

[verse 3]

Super pretend tho, mega missing bliss

When I was dead broke, man I still picture this

50-inch screen, money green leather sofa

Got no rides, a tangerine and a loafer

Phone bill about two months late

No need to worry, bailiffs don’t come to the estate

And my whole crew is scrounging

Escaping every day, back to public housing

Thinking back on that same old shack

I moved out because it stinks I don’t want that back

And I love to show off, of course

Smile every time I dream of being endorsed

I used to fuss when I missed the bus

Dead beat, thunder’s why Christmas missed us

Birthdays were the worst days

Now we sip for the pain from the curse-says

Uh, damn right I hate the life I live

Cause its bent but im tryin’ to make it positive

And it’s all…

Dependant on how I/you decide to push my/your path


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