P.O.P. x "The City Is Mine...Kinda"

Serving As The Soundtrack to the post "I'm From Maryland,.. But Only Get Homesick For Philly". Tried to channel my inner "Philly Rap DVD " rapper on this one . Wrote this a few days before I made my recent return home. You can only imagine how hype I was when I finally laid this. I was focused. Super focused. I envisioned myself on The Come Up Show spittin for Cosmic Kev . I almost forgot that it's not even my beat I'm rhyming on. Couldn't think of nothing better to rhyme over other than "The City Is Mine" by Jay-Z, It just felt appropriate, the beat always gave me a "early in the morning in the inner city" vibe anyway, well the original song in general, plus it was 5 am while I was laying it so yea I think that vision accurately played out well. Be sure to check for new music coming soon as well be on the lookout for my debut album "What Is This Shit?". Peace and love to all the folks enjoying the content on the blog, I'm just trynna express myself.

I'm From Maryland.., But Only Get Homesick For Philly.

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I  remember my days growing up in the Eastern Shore of Maryland and actually couldn't fathom moving from there.The funny thing is I wasn't very thrilled when I found out I was moving to Philly. I was actually pretty upset.For the same reason I get homesick for Philly now,... it was all I ever knew. I grew up there. All my family and friends were there. I resented my stepmom for making us move for like the 3rd time in like 2 years and now Philly. But honestly; I seen it coming. I knew eventually it was going to happen. My Dad killed my whole day with that news. I was HOT !! but I played it cool. While I was packing up my room, my stepmom walked in and said something like this: "Poppy I know I say this alot ,but this is the last time we're moving". I told her with as little hostility in my voice as possible "No it's not '' (and I was right  because we moved to another house not too long after getting settled) but I really wanted to tell her to get outta my face.  I got used to living in Philly pretty quick though. I didn't know how to get around but was forced to learn once I got my first job here.I'm glad I had that challenge, I loved the scenery as I passed through North Philly on the el train. It was a beautiful ugly. So gritty.So alive. To the average person it was a shithole. To my country ass it was a live picture. From the endless chinese and "papi" stores (bodegas for NY folk and non locals) to the streets filled with vendors where I got fake Air Force Ones. (I didn't know any better at the time gimme a fuckin break) to the Muslim brothers selling the oils and just folks hustling in general. I'm feenin for Reading Terminal as we speak. I haven't been there in years and would probably kill for a gallon of that Amish made strawberry lemonade. I mean if  we're being honest I was always fascinated with Philly since before my first visit in July 2007. My oldest neices father was from Philly originally but had moved to Pocomoke where I was living at the time. West Philly, a few blocks from where I live now actually. He introduced me to Ram Squad,State Property ,Major Figgaz, the heeltoe..this was like 2001 when I knew jack shit diddily squat about anything.   It was so fascinating to my country ass. Still to this present day I'm still intrigued by the city. I been living here since 2010. I smoked my first blunt here. Lost my virginity here, Fell in love here. Had my first performance here . Came of age here. This has become my second home . I can't recall the last time I was actually homesick for Maryland. I may get the side eye for this post but I'm just living my truth. I don't miss living there. At all. I miss my friends I grew up with and some family members. I get nostalgia and quite a bit of inspiration when I visit but I don't miss needing a vehicle as a neccesity. I don't miss the weird vibes I used to get because I knew I was "different", even though I'm even more different to Philly people than people in Maryland, the difference is Philly people don't give a shit for the most part. I've never been made fun of in Philly . Nobody pays me any mind. Which is fine because I'm not very social these days... which of course we already know where I get that from . Another funny thing to know is I had no friends here outside of maybe social media ,until I went to Job Corps and associated  myself with others from my same city of residence, 2 of them turning out to be my cousins and I never knew it until all of us were home from Job Corps. Jason Preston and Brian Wallace.  They are the opposite of eachother and I'm the opposite of them... which for some reason is probably why this weird ass relationship works in the first place. This of course came with more characters whom I also grew to love to death like family ; Sheek,Tray aka Frankie Rizzo,Tyree aka Ree Raw, Paul aka P90 Smoove, Bar, Davey Dave,Donnovan, Lani, and everybody else that I can't name because I smoke too much weed and can't think but blame it on the mind not the heart.  Man oh man I remember all of us hotboxing in that Monte Carlo that B had and our quest for curry shrimp when we had the munchies. That 2 toned Buick that Tray had (that I thought he had on purpose as a pun on his skin LMAO) High as shit in Hibachis smh .Breakin down in Frankford and damn near ain't make it to B and Roger's video shoot for "Put In Work". The new years parties at J house.The performances when everybody would have their woman in attendance (which for me was extra special because I finally had one and she actually liked my music), the now laughable time Tray and B tried to teach me how to drive that shit is hilarious lookin back in retrospective ...unforgettable man smh Too many memories to name and I wish we got ALL that shit on camera . All bringing me back to my point; How I'm able to be born AND raised from age 0-17 in Maryland with my past being damn near a blurr that rarely gets acknowledgement;  its not even on purpose. Those were also critical times in my life that had much to do with the shaping of who I've become today , but the City of Brotherly Love that gave me tough love made me a man...."Philly,Philly...mmmmhmm Philly where I am from"...kinda sorta. Love is love and s/0 to everybody whether we on good terms or not.  Its all love .

To Be Or Not To Be A Fuck Up

                                                    "To Be or Not To Be A Fuck Up" 

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You ever seen that movie with Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence called "Life" ?
You know ole boy that was on there named "Can't Get Right"??.  Yup,that's yours truly.  I'm the mild-mannered guy, who genuinely means well but just can't get it together. I'm not surprised though. It's been like that since I was a kid actually. I still can't snap my fingers,shave, tie a tie, shit I didn't learn how to tie my shoes until I was 7 years old so yeah I'm kind of a  "fuck up by default"  of some sort. One thing there is to realize (if you look at the brighter side of it), there is always room to correct my goofy behavior . However I often choose not to. Not even on purpose most of the time. I've never been much of a rebel , or at least not without a cause . For some odd reason I still feel I'll get ahead in life with this subconsciously rebellious behavior, I'll stand out from the rest. I'm not a robot. I'm Pop and I don't give a shit what you think.,so I ask myself; To Be Or Not To Be ,A Fuck Up?..

Matter of fact let's skip all the goofy things I did as a kid that I can't remember anyway because I smoke too much weed.Let's start in the present  at the very beginning where I'm currently embarking on a journey of potential self-destruction immediately upon my return to Philadelphia... according to my family.  See ,here's the thing : I never stick to my guns, I always allow myself to get talked into or out of something. I never do what makes me happy and when I do, I always feel bad about it..FUCK THAT. Here's the deal: My younger brother got an apartment. after we've been staying at our older brother's house for the majority of the time I've been in Georgia. We get along but we're TOO different. He refuses to understand that him and I are not the same. The only issue is I let him rock and be him..He and just about everybody else in the family has a problem with letting a motherfucker just be themselves without judgement and excessive criticism, Which I urge them to refrain from not because it hurts my feelings but because it's counter-productive on their own part..I'm not gonna listen and they probably already know that but fuck it, let's argue anyway,right?   The lease was for a year. I refused to sign it. I had to do a mental refresh on the chain of events and all the depressing days I spent down here. ON TOP OF the fact I NEVER wanted to move down here.. I just didn't want to. I fed into false promises of financial freedom,lower rent a better place to raise my family.and a job supposedly waiting for me upon arrival but the catch was I had to leave immediately to obtain it .  Now this ain't the story where we blame everybody and throw a pity party for Pop..I'm just giving my honest point of view. Maybe I'm incorrect with the intentions of the parties involved but this is what's true to me so please pardon me If I come off nasty or like I'm trying to bash anybody because I don't rock like that. I'm humble.Fast forward. I moved to GA, No job, My girl lost the house , I had quit both jobs that I had, no money to provide for the family. to put it short I spent many days kicking myself in the ass because it didn't have to be that way. As soon as I got a job I was sending money to Philly to help her... even if it meant me having NOTHING. I had no problem with this.. everybody else said I was foolish. I didn't care. If they were to cut me off I would walk to work in the Georgia heat or to run my errands (a little cardio ain't never kill nobody). I would eat off my discount at work until payday and just let it get taken out of my check and just make sure I got some groceries next time I had cash. For the first time ever, especially as an adult I had an answer for everything in regards to how I would survive. I wasn't worried about shit. Not even making them mad enough to put me out, I'd sleep outside and fight off stray animals with sticks and bricks.   Every threat uttered, insult after insult about how I'm retarded, I must be on drugs, I'm in love with a whore who probably already moved on to fucking someone else.. all that heat and I still didn't fucking budge. . My mom called me and scolded me, told me to that since Tyra was more important than everybody else and I wanna be an idiot for somebody that's "using me" with kids that aren't mine  that they were sending me back to Philly . She doesn't even know she did me the biggest favor she could've ever done in my whole 25 years on this Earth. My brother said that if I return home I'll be in a shelter or sleeping outside because my Dad and step mom SUPPOSEDLY said they don't want me there (every time I call my Dad to confirm this he always says the opposite) ... I didn't fucking budge. Looked at him with a straight face and said "Okay" . Now I'm not saying my Dad would let me go out like that but just in case he felt the same way everybody else did.. I'm prepared for it. I'll sleep outside. I'll maximize every second of the day I'm awake so if I'm homeless please believe me...it won't be forever. I'ma make a way even if it kills me. I won't cry, I won't be a victim. As far as I was concerned I could live with whatever would come of this decision because of one factor: I finally stuck to my guns, I didn't fold. I'm not staying down here for no year , I was told since I was a co-applicant that If I left ,it wouldn't hurt nothing or there would be no consequences. "Just sign the lease, you can get yourself together then dip if you want".  I wasn't hearing it, the last time I listened I ended up telling y'all the story you're reading right now  . I'm out. I said I'm not staying and I meant that shit . Of course I got told "You got it easy here, why you fucking it up?" If it come easy it probably ain't gon last anyway.You can't put a price on peace of mind. Even with knowing I may not have my woman when I return due to everything she's had to endure.  Life's gonna be harder, I know with competition being how it is in the job market I'll probably be without a job for a while but I'll make some shit happen  I'm still pushing. Home is where the heart is. This storm is temporary. I might lose battles but I'ma win this fucking war.  In the words of Wallo267.... I WILL NEVER STOP!. You better not never stop !

Peace and love to all my readers. You're all appreciated. Stay positive. Stay prosperous. 
-Poppadoc

P.O.P. Culture EP 1 : "Fuck A Writer's Block"

 FUCK A WRITER'S BLOCK. 

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Welp here we go folks. The first episode of the vlog series. I'm hoping that some of you creative minds receive some kind of enlightenment through all of my nervousness. I'm also willing to take suggestions for topics of new episodes. Like I said this blog is my place of therapy and I'd like it to be you guys's (spell check ) as well. Enjoy. Thank you all in advance. Be sure to check for new music as well as new #RhymesForNoReason verses, to be featured please feel free to contact me ;

@hardheaded_leo ( twitter, Soundcloud and Instagram).

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#RhymesForNoReason : Ragu Bangaz, "The Race "Freestyle

Yea I put audio up too, this time we got a guest my cuzzo and fellow MC. "Ragu Bangaz ! Back for the first time in a while, he came thru to (no pun intended) show he got the sauce.  Be on the lookout for him and the duo (w/Xtra) and their forthcoming tape "Xtra Sauce" due out soon as well as catch them at whatever venue is poppin in the 215. Be sure to check for new guest ! I'm not the only one who know how to flame shit.


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I Forgot How To Have Phone Sex.

I FORGOT HOW TO HAVE PHONE SEX.

This is pretty random to be honest but it's something that I recently discovered . I forgot how to have phone sex.  I was having a conversation with my love and she requested we have phone sex. I ain't even lie to her... I straight up told her. "I'm awkward",. She laughed, which of course made me laugh.  Looking at it in retrospect she probably wasn't even all the way serious when she made the request .it was awkward telling her that I'm awkward but I wasn't about to embarrass myself by saying something stupid..I just can't do it.  I never been good at faking the funk.   Let Me Explain

I hope she don't kill me for saying any of this but I'm just expressing myself . I have been in a relationship with this amazing woman going on 2 years in February and we pretty much lived together the entire time. From the beginning. I literally went to North Philly and never came back home (to West Philly)This is my first real relationship. We were doin the wild thing consistently since the day before Valentine's Day 2016; see "Oh Tyra". Phone sex was a thing of the past. Childish to me.I felt it was counter-productive and highly unnecessary because c'mon lets be real...who needs HBO when you're having "Real Sex". I even stopped jackin off. Not even on purpose, I damn near forgot how to do that too...aight I'm lyin but y'all get the point. Dirty talk was only necessary when performing.. Another realization was that I was probably only good at (I think) phone sex in the past because it wasn't something I had to physically prove. I was barely fuckin before I got into a relationship. I never had game. I never had the juice, soda or even sugary ass Kool Aid  If my rhymes were as colorful back then as the pictures I'd paint through my now cringe-worthy words of conviction I woulda had 3 classic albums , a Grammy and a Oprah interview. This also makes me think of my days as a thirst hound on social media...yea I was that dude in the DMs..I just wasn't persistent enough to become a victim of being put on blast like some of the other guys. Fuck dhat. Maybe that  subconsiously showed my underlying lack of confidence but whatever the case was, I wasn't gonna work up a sweat trynna sweat you. I just wasn't doin it. I took no for an answer. This post isn't about me putting my relationship on front street... (ugh Front Street, i miss Philly so fuckin much man). This isn't to make y'all laugh.. (but it's cool if you do because I myself kinda find this subject pretty comical.). I'm just displaying self reflection. So let me reflect.
-Pop