"Its Been a Long Time Coming"

MrsLadyGeneral : "Mr. Peta'Loc, now, what exactly do you mean by the phrase...It'z Been a long time coming???"

( Thiz actual post waz written by MrsLadyGeneral..)

" Dear God Can I Make Amendz "

Dear God,
Can I make amendz?
I waz abducted,
I didn't realize the livez I've corrupted.
Started sellz dope at an early age,
Cause I waz frustrated, deeply, at an early stage..
and we waz broke.
In my cage I'm hearing homiez cry,
Cause all the soulz that went astray are being multiplied..
I know I lied...
When I told you I waz gonna change,
But I gotta ride, for them souljahz out there in the game..
Until I die.
Too much pain and so much misery...
everytime I pray,
because I feel like you ain't hearing me..
so show me G'z..
Manifested in thiz Great Depression
Paying my duez and coming up...I done learned my lessonz..
look what I'm left with-
No protection from thiz indigence,
I reminisce,
on T.D.C. and doing sentencez,
My niggaz missed!
But I know we'll meet up in the end..
Just do ya bidz,
Dear God Can I Make Amendz...
I'm tryna make em'-endz..
I do realise that through all of thiz, that there's a lot of confusion surrounding the gap between the workz that I'm releasing and my age. What people aren't focussing on iz the fact that...13 and one-half of my 34 yearz of walking the planet earth that I've been incarcerated in at least one of Amerikkkaz vast prison systemz. Press rewind when you come up against thiz fact the next time that it arises in your own mind and do the math yourself. Then fast-forward that same fact into the present moment and look at the stats: NUMBERZ DON'T LIE! 8 yearz in the Federal Prison System..released October 8th, 2009 to the half-way house (another institution altogether)...released from that institution on or around April, 28th, 2010..and today iz what...March 25th, 2011?
Now you tell me......where else doez a reality like the one you are currently witnessing happen at? HIS-TORY IN THE MAKING, BABY...HIZTORY N' D' MAKING!!!

Can't stop, Don't stop, Won't stop !

All I've ever known iz front-row hustling, when I'm down on my luck and I'm struggling, tryna duck the repercussions...iz putting me in situations, I can't escape, because thiz life that I lead iz smoking weed and paper-chasing. I gasta pave the way for my seedz, that'z being born cause they're product of me, we're tryna make it through the storm. But still I live my life az a G, out on the block until my pocketz make a profit in the middle of the morn-n, I'm yearning to get sweeted and fried, I'm creeping with thiz heat on my side, just for the tearz my mama cried...for me to leave the game but..she didn't understand my mission, now she got to feel my mutha fucking pain. I'm knocking at the door to destruction, hearing voices of her fussing, cause I'm the corner hustling with my cousinz. Itz probably cause she never made an effort, at raising me straight, so I can't help it cause I'm crazy to think..that'z itz too late for me to change now, cause I'm too deep into this game now, shit ain't gon never be the same how? Did life take a turn for the worst, at night when I sleep, I'm having visionz of a nigga in a hursh...it hurts!

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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 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.

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.....

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...