Still In Vacay Mode But...

I did want to let all my SYTYCDers that I was soooo wrong with my predictions for the bottom three. I was rather shocked at who ended up dancing for their lives but once the solos got started, I knew Karla and Vitolio were going home. One of my besties Tee and I did a tribute to SYTYCD and Vitolio in the middle of the street somewhere in Chicago...yeah, um Blame it. Speakin of Chicago, I wanna give a special shout out to the old drunk man who followed me around and gave me a LOVE check. An actual real life LOVE check. I'm still thinkin bout cashin that in boo! And a even bigger shout out to my new friends from Detroit...I actually stole the old drunk man from one of them AND they saw the crack head from the bathroom who made sure my friend had toilet tissue actually smokin crack from the crack pipe outside da club. Fun times homies!!! As I continue on my happy jaunt I just wanted to say I came across something that made me think very differently of this particular young man and had me thinkin that something has to change with the development and molding of child stars. Soulja Boy you actually get the F.U. Star of the Day for NOT Twatin on Twitter and articulately and effectively expressing your thoughts and feelings. At least you are learning such lessons now. I see a grown ass man in progress...or so I'm hoping. "A lot of people talking about what I twittered the other night…so I want to address it, now that I have had some time to do some thinking. At 18 years, having grown up in the Mississippi Delta, I never thought my life would take me to where I am now. All I wanted to do was make music. All I thought I loved was music. I would die for that motherf*ckin music. But, once I got a record deal and all these people around me trying to tell me who to be, what to do and how to do it, I realized that I wasn’t making music any more for the love. I got into this weird place where I began making music for the money. And I was making a lot of money…more money than I could ever imagine. And with that money, of course, I could buy a lot of things…but to be honest, you can only drive that brand new phantom around the corner oh so many times… and when you are done driving, it really don’t mean sh*t. I thought money was gonna bring me happiness. And that is the farthest thing from the truth. Money f*cks you up. I know I might sound crazy, because a lot of you who are reading are probably like, I wish I had this ni**a’s money. But, the truth is that money got me twisted. All I want to do is go back to making music for the love of it. The accolades and the awards are for everyone else. The music is for me. The music is my happiness. So, of course I am struggling in my mind right now…cause I wanna get back to place where I woke up, thinking about what I was gonna write that day. Where I went to sleep ready to dream about what I was gonna write the next day. I know my fans. And I know they will understand this. This ain’t got nothing to do with y’all. Oh yeah… sorry to all my white peeps out there. I’m not racist But I guess time will heal all wounds…" Anyhoo, I hope you all enjoyed your holiday weekend....post will return to normal...when I feel like it. Luh u, mean it!!!! Source