Dymon-J's Page

There were a few people who asked me what my last post was about. Either that or they didn’t get the point of what it meant. So I figured I’d take the time to clarify in detail.

As with my poetry, anything I spit about is either one of two things: it is either something I’ve experienced and went through personally, or know someone that went through something that inspired me to spit about it. This blog is no different with the exception of the fact that I choose to go more in detail rather than… Continue

I don't expect ANYBODY to do ANYTHING for me. But I also know "A CLOSED MOUTH NEVER GETS FED". So when I ask for help only for my request to go ignored or for it to fall on deaf ears, what you want me to do? Of course the logical answer is take matters into my own hands. But when I do just that, what you mad for? Because I didn't beg or plea for your help? Or in lay terms KISS YOUR ASS? GET THE F**K OVER IT!!!!

I write this here to make it known that the person responsible for me dipping my hand into the Spoken Word realm has now joined New Word Order. His name is Tracey Fennell aka BeatMaster. I am very excited about this because I have not had contact with him since 2006. But I've always had it in mind that if I ever spoke to him again, I would send him here. As fate would have it, not only has he found this site on his own, but he also re-established contact with me all in one shot. In the coming mo… Continue

May 12, 2009 was the first time in God knows how long I actually had a damn good time!! Already having the "wait and see" outlook on life, I had no idea what to expect when I got to Columbia. Well, I knew what to expect with Max Parthas. Tribal Raine on the other hand, I wasn't sure. The only thing I had to go off of was the way she spits her mind, and what it is she spits about. Max and Tribal are already a tag team force, that ain't no secret. But catch her on the solo tip, she's even more dea… Continue

Dear Uncle Sam:

Most of my life, I didn’t care one way or the other how you did business. All I knew is that everybody that works for you is granted the license to lie and contradict what is told to the country you are supposed to serve and protect. Had I known what I found out about my father before I wasted four years of my life working for you, I never would’ve singed up for the Navy. It’s bad enough you’re employees cause me to miss the birth of my first child, but knowing that wasn’t the o… Continue