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I love to rant and rave.  I would buy me a mister microphone and stand on the corner berating people if I thought I could make money off of it.  Instead, I have created a blog.  I recently finished writing a book and if I get it published, prepare for some shameless promotion.

About me?  I'm a Hip-Hopper, a Jayhawk, 4 people's uncle, a madman, a writer, an educated negro, and a sexy mother (shut yo mouth)!  I think i know everything, including that I don't know everything.  I'm working on it though.

I love music, people, my loving girlfreind and my family.  I'm probably the world's least religious Christian and least nationalist American.  That's all going to come out in the wash.  Thanks for visiting and prepare to have your mind blown!!!!

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