Man, it'z funny how the game unfoldz..

I received a phone call thiz morning from Mrs. Luarie Stevens at Home Hospice and Health. She was just checking in to see how the wifey and I had been dealing with the grieving process.
Truth of the matter iz...my dad waz never a part of my life in way of what's expected as a parent.Our relationship waz shaped around incremental momentz attained in TRAFFIC. When the cutz became my official stomping grounds, our pathz seldom crozzed. Why? I waz chasin' paper...he waz chasin' another hit. He would seldom come cop from me because ( laying aside the internal emotional strain of buying dope from your son ) he knew that he couldn't " get over " fucking with me. If anything, I'd just give him some dope. I'm like, why would I sell you dope, dawg , you're my dad? And so, all of the in between time waz spent communicating with one another through the system. Either I waz locked up or he waz locked up. Or....on a few occasionz; we both were locked up...together...in the same cell.
But back to Mrs. Stevens, along with about 98% of everyone else who knew the reality of the situation...just couldn't fathom how, or most importantly, why, I'd take on the burden of a man who has " never " been what he waz suppose to be in my life, ...why would I take on a dying cancer patient? Here you have on the one hand, a guy who iz 34 yrs. old, just finished serving 8 yrs. flat in the Federal Prison System, hasn't even been free a yearz time span...living in the projects ( well, the Midland , Texas version of projects, ) struggling all around the board, taking into his life a dying drug addict with not even a second thought. WHO KNEW?
So...I can't give you an answer to the question of " how am I dealing with it all? " Or..why did I even subject myself to it in the first place? Sure, I had every right to say: FUCK NO! FOR 34YRZ I NEEDED YOU AND YOU NEVER EVEN MADE AN EFFORT TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE, NOW YOU'RE DYING AND YOU..." NEED ME ? " FUCK NO !
But ya know what? There came a point somewhere in my life that I came to the realization that: ACCEPTANCE BREEDS UNDERSTANDING ! And of course understanding iz the highest level of love attained between two or more in a relationship.
And... with that being said I MUST flip the script and pose the question: WHERE IZ THE LOVE FOR ME IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME?
So, whenever you get through, tell me, how can you say you love Da' Peta'Loc and therefore understand him when...it waz all love and all good when I waz feeding an entire community of addictionz, going back and forth to prison, leading everybody who fucked with me on a day to day basis on a one way trip to hell of some sort; basically:...but when I switched the game up ( but not the name up ) all the love and understanding has suddenly gone out the door. I'm CONFUSED AS FUCK RIGHT NOW!
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, if I were to walk back up on the block with a pocket fulla' halfz and wholez...the question of me getting your money isn't even a factor. Now all of a sudden it becomez: " damn, where can I stash all thiz loot in such a way as not to appear suspicious? " But now, thiz same dude comez to you selling " music.....something from the heart" and all of a sudden itz a problem!
Like I said....MAN, ITZ FUNNY HOW THE GAME UNFOLDZ.

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I Google You like You Google Me

When I say it'z funny how the game unfoldz it'z like...I remember when we used to pop fire crackerz on the fourth of July. Indepedence Day!...the day my entire fucking world got rocked.
I'm dipping through Houston chazin' thiz paper, dipping back through San Antonio..on my way back to the studio in the Dead Spot..big money'z in my sentences,ya dig?
Long story short, an officer of the law in Junction,Tx told "me"....that he hadn't never heard of Peta'Locsta and Loced-Out Recordz.
Now, if 8yrz ago was today I'd be like,c'mon...getcha smart phone out Mr. Officer because I've never heard of a cop by the name Billy Hull. Let'z go: You Google me like I Google you ! I'll even let you go first. But by all good ol' American Justice, if my name comez up more than yourz doez at the top 10 of list in the search enginez that everyone in the world uses to gain insight into the "unknown"...in every which way you conceive of to enter my name in a search be it...Quintius Walker,Peta-Loc, Loced-Out Recordz,ect. cetera,ect. cet

I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA PEOPLE

Your Brand is not what "you" say it iz...It'z what "GOOGLE" sayz it iz!!! Now, those are not my words;well,..mot exactly. don't get me wrong, that's exactly how I think. Anyway...those are the wordz of " Mitch Joel." Yeah...that Mitch Joel.! President Of Twist Image.

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It's not how much you spend. It's when and where you spend it.

They say he changed,he don't rap about his dope nomoh',since he doesn't...Peta'Loc don't give uz hope nomoh'? The album,....ain't got a cut for us to quote nomoh',....hustlahz-Iz yall not deep in what he wrote nomoh'? You see thiz "ice", but yall can't see this PAIN in his life?, thiz shit iz plat'num, the story bout him changing his life. How did it happen? One minute he was back in the trap then....befoh' you know it, my niggaz'z holding down soundscan.."MAN". It'z like a vacuum, pull it back the belly, go play it backwardz, ain't like that nigga' rapping like NELLY. I don't sell dope: i rap, done told yall....believe me, "yeah, I sold crack but dat'z....befoh' yall could see me". It'z like talking to a blind fan, won't get behind man....dat'z why P-Loc be on his grind man. Just put yaself inside thiz T.V. , nigga....come try to be me, nigga...cause I done been you. believe me..."THAT'Z E.Z., nigga. I got shotz to give.....

The Last Of The Real Hustlahz: A Star Iz Born

The Last Of The Real Hustlahz: A Star Iz Born

The Last Of The Real Hustlahz: A Star Iz Born

The Last Of The Real Hustlahz: A Star Iz Born: "Today, Feb. 5th, makes 16yrs. that my mom has been dead. 16yrs to this very day, I was 18yrs. old, serving time on and 11 year prison stint ..."

A Star Iz Born

Today, Feb. 5th, makes 16yrs. that my mom has been dead. 16yrs to this very day, I was 18yrs. old, serving time on and 11 year prison stint that I'd been handed for three counts of delivering a controlled substance. Namely, CRACK. Since that time I've done 2 more different prison stints..
Even though Feb. 5th marks the day that my mother passed away, that day also holds a deeper significance to the kid. Ya see, before Feb. 5th...there was no Peta-Loc. I was just a young kid playing the messed up cardz that he'd been dealt. Before Feb. 5th, I was sitting in a prison cell thugging and known only to the world as Da' Peta'Man.
This day markz the death of 2 people then: my mother and myself! But it also represents my birthday...the birth of the Peta'Loc. The man, The mystery,The Mission.
The Last Of The Real Hustlahz...

Who's your favorite rapper?

What makes your favorite rapper YOUR " FAVORITE " rapper? Is it how they look, is it their delivery/ flow, etc. Is it because this is who is on top of the charts?-At the moment. Meaning basically, you just ride with whomever has the number one slot and thus..your loyalty in all actuality doesn't even rest with anyone.
Who needs fans like you? One day your here and the next your gone. One day you have the artists' back but if he falls from #1 on the charts or he's not what's being talked about, you're gone with the wind.
I've been rapping since I was in elementary school. And all along that time and every since (even to this day), I've had favorite rappers. Now granted; by right, by default, and by the belief in my skills...quite naturally, I- MYSELF-AM-MY-FAVORITE-RAPPER. Conceited? Not by a long shot. Far from it. It's just that, I choose my favorite rapper's by the quality of their content. By the substance embedded within the words that they speak.
Ya see, I can always speak words that are relevant to myself...who knows me better than myself?So in order for me to listen to anything you have to say for an exstensive amount of time..you have to be saying something that I can take from your words and make them fit into my own life experiences. If I can't relate to you or identify with the content of your lyrics, I'm wasting your and my time by even pretending to listen....let alone give you my hard earned money!
With that being said, I made a vow a long time ago that when it came to delivering content by means of what we know worldwide today as "rapping", that.....whenever you hear a song by Peta-Loc, you'll always be rest assured that there will be certain bases that will always be covered without deviation-EVERYTIME- namely: I'll never portray myself as something that I'm not, You'll always get my reality-be it in hindsight and/or real time. And last but not least...I'll FOREVER SPEAK THE TRUTH!
You can't put a price on the truth. The exact monetary value of truth and reality is beyond materialistic means of measurement...