The Life And Times
When people describe this young man he is often described as a man of few words but with an open heart. His actions generally do the talking and his ability to show his honesty through his body of work has always shined. On the brink of success has been the tidal wave in which he always rode on. Pushing forward without looking back and through it all no one ever saw the dark holes and deprived attention he admittedly felt he should have had.
Ego Trippin
I'm stepping out of my comfort zone right now to just freestyle my thoughts as I begin to wonder if people understand the value of...
How Rye Met Steph
It was first grade when I first met Stephanie. She was the smallest girl in class and I was the smallest boy in class..
Two Years Gone
I mentioned in a few blogs back (RyEBlogs 4.8.10) that I would dispel a couple of things that I have gone through during some of the most private times of my life. They were private because well...I couldn't exactly be open about certain things due to the circumstances. So this will be my first mini series on this blog that I will title Two Years Gone. This is in no particular order during that time period but more thoughts and things I felt during that time..
So You Want To Date A B!
My mom always told me one of the most important decisions I'll ever have to make is who I want to bring into the family and start a family with. As a child I never quite understood that. As I grew up and started dating it became abundantly clear to me. Crystal clear in fact..
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
RyE On Ego Trippin Part 4 + Two Years Gone
At times I can be a pretty big asshole when I feel like you come close to anything I consider personal or private. Shady kinda comes to mind to describe me. I'm working on it. Trust me.
I think I've said this a million times. I hate talking. I just like to do. Action speaks louder than words for me. But every so often I like to boast. I like to release some aggression.And right now I got a lot of pent up aggression. I want to turn the page on this chapter in my life. So I hope to get this all off my chest now.
Fuck You. Fuck all of you. To everyone who ever doubted me. To everyone who ever thought I wasn't good enough. To everyone who tried to hold me back. To everyone who expected me to be anything less than I can be. To everyone who can't see me for me. Fuck you all.
I have a hard time accepting rejection. I don't like losing. I'm a Type A always Number 1 personality. And if I ain't then I fight very hard to make you see you were wrong in looking past me. So when I feel like I'm not #1 or that I am not getting what I deserve it eats at me. Burns a hole right through me. I can respect defeat but not when I know I'm the better man.
You're a selfish bitch. I see it now. You always wanted it your way. Even now you can't seem to look at me and see what I'm worth. You never put me first and yet I always did. You claim to know me but I'm beginning to think you never did. Because all the shit you hated about me and wanted to change is everything I am. You made me feel less of a man and for what? Because I couldn't give you the life that you wanted? What happened to my goals and dreams? I'm just supposed to give you the world and forget mine?
The sad truth is I was willing to do that. I was willing to give you the world and everything you ever wanted in life. But not at the expense of my dreams.
You're my Past. When you decided to make your decision on how you wanted to move forward with your life I know that you would remain in my past and not part of my future. And I accepted that. But to come back to me and make me a ghost because when your situation is fucked up I'm the only one you got. I got news for you. This ghost is very much alive. Just remember there was a ring on your finger....and I'm not talking about the one your sporting now. But hey...that's just the past.
You're my biggest fake cheerleader. When I was going through my ups and downs you were there for me. I won't forget that. We had our moment in the sun and it was unexpected but I guess how it all came to an end didn't exactly sit well with me. You got your single life jollies off of me and then went running back to the one you left. That's fine. Homeboy is actually really cool. But I'm a pretty big secret that he will never know will he? And you did him wrong because you know that if you told him you guys probably won't be together right now. But you won't ruin that with a fling right? Not that I had any issues with being a "fling." Hell I got out of a relationship shortly after so I was just trying to figure things all out. But all the things you told me...and all the things you said doesn't add up to how things unfolded. But I guess that's just blond ambition ain't it? It's OK I'll take this secret to the grave. ;)
Fuck You. Fuck You All.....
.....but thanks for the motivation :)
Monday, May 3, 2010
RyE on Two Years Gone: The Real
Why do I feel all alone
I got a girl and yet she act like she don't know my role
Acting out of character this ain't the girl I know
Talking bullshit as if it was for me to prove and show
But I don't got the heart to give this bitch the cue to go
So she sticks around kicking feedback
And I entertain it as if I need that
I had a talk with my friend and I agreed that
This girl offers nothing to give back
Heartache & pain despite my polite flows
And this is only my point of view so don't think my mind closed
I still got a pair of her night clothes
And the last thing she wore I call them fight clothes
Eyes swollen from the tears this chapters closed
Life was so full now shit is just lipoed
Always said I'll say it all on the right track
But we was bound to lose every time I fight back
I couldn't keep my mouth shut I had to tell you basics
Like how you think everything I am is nothing but a diss
My cocky demeanor ain't something you gon miss
Seal it with a kiss cause you will always be a Miss
When I stand atop of greatness
Don't forget the moment you began to doubt
Should have listened to the fam you was always on the out
Claire the air...nothing but a big mouth
Act like I'm an embarrassment to take out
My mother should be embarrassed that I tried to put out
But I never took it down
Cuz a stripper took it down
But I don't feel the need to wear disguises all around
Asking where my mind is and all I see is minus
And I promise this your highness
You are part of my colitis
Congratulations now you timeless
So I'll do this on my own
Cause I can't continue on
While this next girl is tryna make you my ex girl
So she can be my new girl but she forgot she someone else girl
And I ain't tryna fuck around right now
Shit could get weird if things start going down
So I stay clear like it's a small town
And everybody talks and everybody listens
But somehow the truth always comes up missing
This industry has a way of making something out of nothing
Especially when you give them nothing to be discussing
Everybody asking "What you know about Rye?"
"Who you with?" I give them no reply
A year ago you didn't pass up on him
Attracted to my accolades I gassed up on them
Now hes a prick nothing but trash up on him
No surprise you never gave up ass on him
But you tried to
Till you thought something I was spitting was inside you
Fuck around got my head swirling like a...damn
Make me change however you decide to
Nah, TC told me to do me
And don't listen to Baby that knew me
Cause to have known me would mean there's a new me
And if you think I change in the slightest you could have fooled me
I come back to drop a double nickle on my city like the 2-3
I'm just not the affectionate type to me that shit is crazy
And you knew that from before don't try to play me
See I can get a hunny with my eyes closed
And I'm about to take a trip to Toronto
Where hunnies do more than just the side po'...
Fuck them they sell themselves short to every motherfucker I know
But to me you know I never will
Cause I could do better still
Back home keep your searches
Cause my style got my ass up on a pedestal
And they tell me there are bigger fish to kill
And I'm waiting for that best you ever had feel
Problem with you was...I was just too real
Friday, April 30, 2010
RyE On Two Years Gone: The Calm

