As a chronic introverted, over-thinker, my mind has been jammed full of thoughts and ideas that I need to let out before I start talking about making a mixtape again. And who better to share it with than you, since we’re cool and all that jazz. If you’re a regular around these parts, you might have noticed some changes with the site. Such as, less frequent posting and improved quality of writing.
Like I said earlier this year, I don’t want to get caught up in the click-bait and gossip disguised as real journalism trend that so many once respected publications have fallen victim too. Everything in life is cyclical, so I’m just waiting for the real to come back in style. Until then, I’m just going to continue doing this and doing me. I might post even more less frequently than I have already been doing. Just because I’m so tired of regurgitating facts that anybody with a brain can see and/or look up. I want to write pieces that make you think, make you relate and maybe make you bust a chuckle or two.
I never thought I’d be a writer even in my wildest dreams. But, if that’s what God wants me to do at the moment, I’m all for it. I mean, I used to get As in all my English classes, been told multiple times that I’m a good writer, won an award and even wrote some shyt that brought tears to a couple of eyes. But, it just never registered with me that it’s something I should seriously pursue until now. I just remember back in the day watching my Dad write his manuscripts and thinking you gotta be on a whole other level to even begin doing something like that. Now, here I am getting my left-field thoughts out to the world, to every continent now. It’s funny how life works…
I did some soul searching last week, and discovered I’ve been thinking without actually thinking. You know, not using my critical thinking skills, connecting the dots and such. I was so in shock to come to that realization because I consider myself a pretty smart person, not caught up in the hype. But, once I changed my circle and started following the influential over fools, it dawned on me that I’m not creating at my highest capacity. I’ve been studying the greats even more so now and have discovered I really need to step my game up if I want to make a difference in this world and go down in history as one of the greatest to ever do it.
All of this revelation and insight has shown me that I have really grown as a person these past couple of years. My turning point came on my 30th birthday when I looked around and was nowhere near where I wanted to be. It was then that I knew I had to make some serious changes in my life, especially with my thought process.
I used to run from the responsibility of being a leader. Used to dumb myself down to fit in. Used to run from the responsibility of using my light to lead others. If you’re wondering why, it’s because that shit used to be mad scary to me. You could say I was comfortable in my comfort zone and didn’t want the weight of standing out and on being a light on my shoulders. Which goes back to me thinking, but not thinking. I got so used to dumbing myself down over the years, that now it’s hard for me to snap out of it. If there is one thing I regret, it would be trying to fit in so much. Not matter how hard I tried to dim my light, it always showed through like the sun over the horizon. Like they say: why fit in when you were born to stand out.
So, now I’m like fuck it. There’s no way I could fit in, even if I tried. I tried that average, ordinary, turning up every other Tuesday life and that shit sucked. I’m just not happy being regular. I’d much rather stay at home, chill at the library or spend time with family than turning up all the time…
So, here I am again, back on my sh*t. I never thought I’d be running a hip hop blog and honestly don’t want to. W.Coast.K was never meant to be a hip hop blog. It just seems that over the years I let other people run my shit and tell me what I should be doing. When ultimately I should be doing me and what makes me happy. This is WestCoastKeish.com not a free promo company. So, fuck all that shit. I’m going to post what I like. And if that happens to be old school Tupac and trips down Crenshaw Blvd, then so be it. I’m just so tired of these people thinking I owe them a favor. I don’t own anybody a damn thing. So, until I feel like giving a fuck about page views and notoriety or better yet, pigs start flying, I’m only coming with the real. *Drops The Mic*