A World Without Racism


I don’t know if America understands how racism not only affects blacks, but how it affects us all. It’s sad that in the year 2013 we’re still on the topic of racism. My father used to tell me that there would always be racism in the world, he was right. I myself am not, nor was I ever a racist. I’m actually not bothered by racism, because it’s so irrelevant in the progression of mankind. Racism will only hold us all back. If you’ve lived long enough, then you’ve most likely had to confront racism head on or you know someone who’s had to deal with racism. Nothing good ever comes of out hatred, and that’s exactly what racism is. It’s not a black versus white thing, it’s a you versus me thing. Instead of working together to provide a safer community for our children live, some of us would rather separated ourselves. Racist or not, we are all human and that’s the only classification that matters. If our world was overtaken by alien lifeforms we wouldn’t divide depending on our ethnic backgrounds, we would all unite as one race to defend our homes.

My family moved from a mostly black community in North Philadelphia to a white dominated neighborhood in Delaware. Our neighbors never greeted us, til this day I do not know any of my neighbors. They refuse to even look our way when we’re outside. Their actions don’t offend me, but I start to feel sorry for people like them who have no idea what experiences they’re passing up on by looking down on an entire race. I embrace different cultures from all over the world. I personally would never discriminate against anyone for anything. I believe that everyone has the right to be as they are and to live their lives without judgement. Living with prejudice is like giving up the right to understand how a certain culture operates. Racism is a self-destructive tool that needs to be eradicated so our children can live without those barriers. It’s truly up to those people to free themselves of the hatred and embrace the message of peace and love. Every single person on this planet deserves a chance to be understood, a chance to be loved, a chance to be seen as an equal. Today is your day to make a change, a change that’ll be passed on from generation to generation.


Inside Out (Chapter 1)

Lyle Brooks, 31, writer in San Francisco sits at his desk as he does

every night. What he doesn’t know is that tonight will be like no

other. Lyle has always had a passion for writing. Throughout school,

writing was the only thing he was good at. He was the kid who sat

alone at the lunch table with a black eye his father left him for not

taking out the trash. Lyle would fill a report card with bad grades,

except for one class, Writing. Life for Lyle was never was easy. He

never had many friends, any heroes, not anything to ever look forward

to. Lyle had a younger sister, Lilly, the only person he loved. Their

parents were never really there. They left Lyle to guard his younger

sister, home alone, in one of the most dangerous areas in Detroit.

The Brooks were poor, they did drugs, drank alcohol, partied,

runaways themselves they were young adults by the time Lyle was 6.

When Lyle was 15 his younger sister Lilly was struck and killed by a

drunken driver. The case was closed as a hit and run. Since then,

Lyle started to want more out of life, the loss of his sister had more

of a positive affect on his life. At 16 Lyle dropped out of school

and decided to hitchhike is way out to San Francisco to chase his

dream of becoming a writer. His first year on the west coast was

extremely hard. Picture a kid that age digging through the trash, or

running off with old ladies purses, just to find his next meal. He

would often sleep at bus stops. At 17, he found his first job at

Pete‘s Coffee Shop, Lyle stayed in hotels and he wrote, hoping one

day he’d sell some of his writing. At Pete’s he also met his best

friend, Daisy Preston.
Daisy came to Pete’s everyday for lunch. Then, she was a novice

writer who found inspiration at local coffee shops. She’d sit, watch,

and brainstorm. In her mind, everything and everyone had potential to

be a character in her next book. She loved to sit and evaluate people,

wondering if the guy who just bought a double shot espresso will go

home and become a felon hunting vigilante by night, or if the woman

who just got up to go to the bathroom is really going a undercover

cop who’s next big bust is sitting across the shop. Daisy’s favorite

character was none other than Lyle. To her, Lyle was a mystery novel.

One day, he was just there. He never spoke, he never smiled, he never

even made eye contact with Daisy. It took for Daisy to accidentally

spill her blazing hot coffee on her dress one day. It was there where

the two would finally speak. Daisy could see tell that Lyle wasn’t

from San Francisco. She could also see that Lyle had been through some

difficult experiences in life. She herself had to get up the courage

to initiate conversation. Lyle and Daisy spoke everyday since the

Years passed, Lyle and Daisy had grown closer, but just as friends.

While they both had sold books, Daisy was known as one of the best

young writers in the San Francisco area. Lyle made enough money to

find himself a hole in the wall apartment, pay some bills, and feed

himself. Daisy owned a luxurious condo in one of the best areas in

the city. Lyle was never jealous of Daisy and her accomplishments, he

was more confused as to why his work never sold. Lyle blamed his past

for holding him back. His mind was clouded with bad memories, lonely

nights, and broken promises. He describes is life as a horror story,

but to anyone else, it’s a mystery. He figured it’d be much easier to

write about things he related to, but what that really did was make

him think about those horrific things even more. Lyle’s life became

increasingly difficult. As time passed, he and daisy grew apart, Lyle

kept writing but never sold anything. He went back to Pete’s to work,

just to be able to keep a roof over his head. No one knew what was to

come of Lyle, not even himself.
Here we are, Lyle, 31, back at his desk, staring at the screen,

smoking cigarettes, a cup full of straight liquor, and a half full

bottle of pain medication with the printed label scratched off. Lyle

bangs his hang against the keyboard, upset that he can’t get a single

word out. He stares at the screen, thinking about the past, thinking

about his parents, the missed opportunities. He takes a deep breathe

to calm himself. Lyle exits the writing program and brings starts to

watch clips of Conan. An ad pops up for a pill called “Release”. The

pill carries a stimulant that frees the mind of all stress, allowing

the mind to focus at more than three times than average. The drug sounds

like a myth but Lyle is interested. There’s twenty dollars left on

his Green Dot card so he uses it to order a one month supply of this

medication. Lyle’s lays his head back and drifts off. Lyle awakens to

a knock at his door. He stumbles to the door, hungover, smelling like

booze. He opens the door, no one is there, he notices a package at

his feet, he stoops to pick up this unlabeled package, a large leather

box wrapped in a long red velvet ribbon. He checks the package for

any signs of who sent it or where it came from, he finds nothing. He

hears a door slam shut down the hall, Lyle takes a look and sees

nothing. He takes a seat, he looks and sees that his bobble-head is

moving, he slowly reaches and stops the bouncing head. Lyle sits the

package down on his desk. While reaching to untie the ribbon, the

phone rings and Lyle answers.

My Out of Body Experience (Video)


In the video above, I am explaining an unexplained out of body experience I had recently. This footage will be featured on an upcoming HipHopDVD based in Philadelphia. My cousin @Spank_Hulk23 and best friend @HomeTownHeroEnt were witnesses to this event. Follow me on Twitter @CM_Buck !


As Free As I Want To Be


The world needs more free spirited people. The type of person that wakes up and puts no limits on themselves. The type that believes they could soar without wings, and without fear of falling. We need people who aren’t slaves to their own life. If we could all just be free within ourselves then we could all enjoy life to the fullest. We could live life without regret, without fear, without direction, as long as we’re alive, we have the right to be happy. Money, jobs, and materialism may be important to you, but you shouldn’t be consumed by anything, at any point in your life. We are all born free. As kids, we are free spirits, without worries, we live without boundaries, we smile at the smallest gestures, no one can do wrong in our eyes. As we grow older, most of us begin to lose sight of all freedom. In search of security, we turn in our freedom for chains. We’re bound by our own goals, lost in life, searching for answers to questions that need no answer. We strive to be rich, losing sight of the value in just being able to live, to breathe, and to love. Free yourself, express yourself, but always be yourself.

The Smell of Roses


Life moves so fast. It’s hard to stop and take a deep breath. If you don’t stop and smell the roses, then you’ll keep on moving on until it’s too late. We fail to realize that we need to stop in order to truly embrace what’s going on around us. You could be at the top of the Empire State Building, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t pause to embrace that very moment. Our minds are overwhelmed with everyday tasks. Tasks that as humans, need to be done, but should never keep you away from taking a break when you need to. Constantly staying busy will keep your mind busy as well.  Stop, clear your mind, and look around. Embrace everything for what it is, take nothing for granted. One should do this at least once a day. If you don’t do it once a day, it’ll be hard to even do it once in a lifetime because life will always keep you moving, thinking, and reacting.  It’s up to you, you can live without a true understanding and appreciating for everything you’re working and living for or you can stop and smell the roses.

The Love Down Under

Find Love

If you want to find love, there’s no need to search anywhere besides deep within your soul. We all posses love inside of us. Naturally, we feel like we know when we’re in love. Love at first sight needs to explanation. It’s a unmistakable feeling, all you have to do is follow the lead of love. Your heart shows you exactly what you’re missing and you instantly feel complete. Love is puzzle, and we have every piece to that puzzle scattered beneath us, buried in our pain, waiting to be exposed. When you uncover the hidden treasure of love, you will be rich. Rich in mind, body, and soul.

We’re told that true love is between two people, but a true lover loves all. Our heart will make mistakes over and over until it knows there’s nothing wrong with loving the masses, even through the hatred. When love is the only option, there will be no need to search, only a need to chose who deserves that love. Understand that just because someone makes you feel special, doesn’t mean that they’re the one for you. Don’t ever settle. Those who settle are people who gave up. There’s always more if you want it, don’t ever get comfortable. Remember, your search starts now, from deep within you.

Free your mind, accept love, give love, and eventually you will be loved.