Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
WHO'S THAT GIRL @ 1:48
The Bakehouse Art Complex organized a gallery exhibit with a fashion show with two Mexican designers, Florentina Tello and Lua Pretto, and Brazilian artist, Karla Kaprali.
The Bakehouse Art Complex organized a gallery exhibit with a fashion show with two Mexican designers, Florentina Tello and Lua Pretto, and Brazilian artist, Karla Kaprali.
The Bakehouse Art Complex organized a gallery exhibit with a fashion show with two Mexican designers, Florentina Tello and Lua Pretto, and Brazilian artist, Karla Kaprali.
The Bakehouse Art Complex organized a gallery exhibit with a fashion show with two Mexican designers, Florentina Tello and Lua Pretto, and Brazilian artist, Karla Kaprali.
Monday, October 28, 2013
All Day Working Video Shoot PUSHA T. Ft. RICK ROSS
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| Celebrity Director Dre shooting with a Hassleblad For Pusha T ft. Rick Ross Music Video |
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| Fashion Stylist "Sweets" Interviewing the Celebs on their new collection. BallGreezy came and showed some love. |
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| Push T. and Rick Ross on Set. Lights,Camera.& Action!!!! |
~DJ Kahled Blessed The Set With His Range Rover~
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Friday, November 23, 2012
The Truth
They say stay tight,
watch her move,
watch her groove......
still good news....
through her blues....
she loose,
but who knew,
she grew.....
and in her mind is you.......
the late night...the early mornings.....
not one minute....
2.....
her weights off....
cause she stays off the ground.....
time to make another round....
probably turn time into a pound....
through her mind...
all she hear is silent memories.....sound......
too deep for blues.....
so she cruise.......
place her self on mute.....
you know....
cut cut...bruise.....
she smiles.....
cause she knows.....
you're just a mere puppet the devil used.
Heartless muse......
He leaves her wanting more....
guess that's when a broken heart doesn't leak.
It pours.
She's sore,
so she sores....
questioned the for....
then she faces it.....
In life there's more.....
hmm......she's yours....
but in the real world there will always be a physiological tour.
Wish she was told this 2 years before....
you know when we both was playing for keeps....
While she was on bench and letting you shoot on the court.
This is Life.
This is True.
This is You.
watch her move,
watch her groove......
still good news....
through her blues....
she loose,
but who knew,
she grew.....
and in her mind is you.......
the late night...the early mornings.....
not one minute....
2.....
her weights off....
cause she stays off the ground.....
time to make another round....
probably turn time into a pound....
through her mind...
all she hear is silent memories.....sound......
too deep for blues.....
so she cruise.......
place her self on mute.....
you know....
cut cut...bruise.....
she smiles.....
cause she knows.....
you're just a mere puppet the devil used.
Heartless muse......
He leaves her wanting more....
guess that's when a broken heart doesn't leak.
It pours.
She's sore,
so she sores....
questioned the for....
then she faces it.....
In life there's more.....
hmm......she's yours....
but in the real world there will always be a physiological tour.
Wish she was told this 2 years before....
you know when we both was playing for keeps....
While she was on bench and letting you shoot on the court.
This is Life.
This is True.
This is You.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Fresh Start
It hurt, but I must start.
Don't ask me cause it's too dark.
See through the pain.
Clear art.
Mask of Destruction.
Unpaired in Noah's ark.
They said the nights are the worst.
But you did know the day would come,
Where a heart is broken and a love is undone.
It hurt, but I must start.
Don't ask me cause it's too dark.
Don't ask me cause it's too dark.
See through the pain.
Clear art.
Mask of Destruction.
Unpaired in Noah's ark.
They said the nights are the worst.
But you did know the day would come,
Where a heart is broken and a love is undone.
It hurt, but I must start.
Don't ask me cause it's too dark.
Monday, November 12, 2012
A Secreat
They say when your heart is broken, don't share it.
Write a love letter and tear it.
Blatantly care, don't bear it.
Tattoos isn't a proof.
Mind as well say, Hey baby I bought you a new pair of shoes.
That knot at the pit of your chest.
You know that spot in between your breast.
Hold your feelings there.
That pain & hurt,
Don't illuminate it, keep it there.
Only to remind you,
This is how it feels when someone you love doesn't care.
That burning sensation,
with no flare.
It's life, that one
Became a separate pair.
Write till your arms fall off.
Believe me, the only sound that'll catches it is only air.
Life isn't perfect.
But it is fair.
Abundance isn't truth.
It's a dare.
So the next time you love someone.
Make sure they share.
Write a love letter and tear it.
Blatantly care, don't bear it.
Tattoos isn't a proof.
Mind as well say, Hey baby I bought you a new pair of shoes.
That knot at the pit of your chest.
You know that spot in between your breast.
Hold your feelings there.
That pain & hurt,
Don't illuminate it, keep it there.
Only to remind you,
This is how it feels when someone you love doesn't care.
That burning sensation,
with no flare.
It's life, that one
Became a separate pair.
Write till your arms fall off.
Believe me, the only sound that'll catches it is only air.
Life isn't perfect.
But it is fair.
Abundance isn't truth.
It's a dare.
So the next time you love someone.
Make sure they share.
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