Ode to Love

I've been trying...I've been knocked down before and lost on many more then just one occassion...I even started hating. Me, who was supposed to be top of the line, even in my own mind...but sometimes I lost. Even if I thought I was better then the competition, winning wasn't always my mission...sometimes, it's not even ya decision. All I wanna do is live life right with a beautiful wife at my side...a shawty who's willing to ride...for her dog, for her man, for anything that has to do with...Us....is that too much? Or perhaps I haven't done enough to deserve such a love that gives me a rush, love that's a hand to be held...a love that smells...fragrantly, beautifully...like a rose....but who knows? But I'm willing to put it all on the line if it mean's your love would be mine, cuz who would mind? Not me and you...at least, so put ya trust in me and ya heart at ease...please?


"I'm the Solution, what the fuck is ya Problem?"
R, $olo

LX Chronicles: New Money

I remember the day it happened. I was sitting at the kitchen table, hand across my forehead, elbow on the glass. My head was throbbing, perhaps
from the hunger that made my stomach growl, perhaps from the lack of
sleep I had been getting...All in all, my head hurt. Bills were scattered before me as were ashes from the lit wine black that occupied my other hand. Another pull was taken, trying to ease the stressful thoughts that clogged my mind. Where was the money for this...The money for that...Where was any money?
Through the thick white tobacco smoke, my eyes caught sight of an eviction notice...That red ink. Something about red ink disturbs me...Maybe because I was used to see it on returned papers with useless comments from professors I thought were just hating. I still got an A...Why all the dumb comments? Even with that college dream dead, I hated red ink. My new job wouldn't be able to pay my rent fast enough and I wasn't about to rob nobody.
I mean...Do unto others as you would like done onto you...And I wouldn't want to be robbed. Keep what you work for, I'll get my own. But at the time, I had nothing and no way to get anything. Sticking somebody wasn't seeming like a bad idea...And I know some niggas who would do it. A knock disturbed me from those thoughts, forcing me to move from my seat to descend the stairs and open the door.
I knew something was up from the smile on my cousins face...just as he
could I was still down from the dark circles under my eyes. But his
smile beamed nonetheless. "I got something."
I didn't even bother to nod. I just let him slip past my with a book bag
on his back. That furthered my suspicion...this dude wasn't in college. As he walked past me I caught a brief scent of something,a change in the air as he walked up the stairs. But the rich scent of the wine flavored tobacco still over weighed...My head still throbbed.
He went right to the table and slung the bag on the table, choosing to sit
where I had taken up a brooding residence moments before. I wasn't even
tight...He didn't know anyway. I stood against one of the walls in the kitchen that allowed me a view to the table, my left hand idly stroking the black beard I had grown...My mane, I called it. Simple things like that calmed me, stroking my chin. It settled the hunger for a better life for a minute..reassured me that things weren't so bad.
I smelled it before I saw it. Another scent, far more natural then the
scent of the wine black. It was strong, intoxicating almost. "The fuck
is that." I questioned aloud.
I paused for a second as he smiled...Not because he smiled, but because my voice sounded foreign. It was the first time I had spoken in awhile.
"New Money," he gloated."New Money."
I moved to stand closer to the table, eyes peering through smoke to
catch a glimpse of my cousins idea of "new money". It was a big plastic bag, filled with light green trees. Something about them reminded me of snowy little trees at first...I guess because they were green with this
white gleam. They had branches too and it was a lot of em...like a
forest in a bag. It wasn't the look that caught me tho, it was the
smell.
I always loved the outdoors and something about that scent reminded me of nature. It seemed refreshing to me, clearing that area of the the thick white smoke that black and mild produced. I couldn't lie...
I loved the smell of new money.
R. $olo

King's Creed: Take One

I am more then a King with tatted crowns and a Queen. I am a King who breaks bread with an Ace and grew up next to a Franchise. I am a King who will always know the Truth…in enemy and friend. I am a King who always stays in touch with Council. I am a King whose loyalty lies even with ghosts…such as Casper. I am a King who stays with a Coehiba, in victory and defeat. I am a King who learned forgiveness through loss…who found strength through failure. I am a King…a Just King. Not the smartest, nor the largest, but a Just King…a fair-minded King. I am more then a King with tatted Crowns and a Queen…I am a King who lives his dreams. But most of all...I am a King who believes that Family is Love...and Love is my life.
R. $olo

I feel offended

Pray for my enemies...

Being dishonest to a man who only requires honesty is a grave offense.
Such an offense would often be counteracted with a series of truculent acts from that man. Why? Trust is marked on his hand and is used to instill the importance of trust in others in his truculence. For trust can be vital in situations of life or death. Those who are dishonest are therefore liabilities to the livelihood of those who are honest. Once dishonesty is found amongst a man who requires nothing more then honesty...who gives nothing but such honesty in return...who trusts that those around him would not lead him astray...once dishonesty is found? The man is tempted to become a beast and obliterate the liars who claim their words are truth. But, temptation can be abated for a time...for a time.
R. $olo

Magic

I've been gone for a minute...haven't I? Kept my face away from those flashing lights, stayed outta trouble on those crazy nights...that's become my life. No crazy parties, no bad shawties...just me. But I left for a reason. I had to go, take a moment to see...take a moment for me. Cause at the end of the summer season, I no longer felt like breathing. When the fall came, it was still the same...it was all rain, all loss, no gain. But at the start of the winter, I caught a hint of, something better...another change of weather. I saw a time when the sun shined and with that vision in mind? I decided to go for mine. With my mind on the money like my big brother Ace's, I went back to the basics, back to being hated. Back to being fly like pop ups to second basemen. Back to being seen so niggas cud emulate it...But my heart is still gold. So I did not turn cold...I just let go. I let them do them cause maybe one day they'll see, they r not me. But for the author of the story? I continue to walk around, sporting this tatted crown...killing em for my kin...playing only to win. Why? Cause losing is a no go...especially for R. $olo

Reality's Vision

He came home sporting the visage of a lion with his mane...and he realized things had changed. The faces, the places, but 1 thing had stayed. The rules to the game...so even when he sported his mane, he knew how to play. His eyes were his key. They were as dark as night, but somehow...held light. Mystery they called it. His touch was light, he knew how to fight, everything with him was right...and that was just at night. Because in the day, the game did not change, he still knew how to play. Now he was more of a delight, he was chocolate on sight. Yes he's dark skinned, even tatted for his kin...and here it says something about a King...so he must win. Now, opposites attract, from 2 sides of the map...we have found a match. But they can not be, for now at least..for later? Well c. But this tale is about he...R A...shh Solo, they gotta read the rest to c....
R. $olo

Lion King

Of course she's the best. I wouldn't settle for any less because I am the Lion King. No, not Mufasa, my name's Rashad. I don't have any sons, but definetely a few Scars. I grew up like Simba in the concrete jungle and struggled to find real friends like Timon and Pumba, but sure enough...I made it through and the crown was due. But that's enough about me...I'm interested in her. There's just something about her that makes me want to make her purr. Maybe it's her eyes that mesmerize me everytime. Maybe it's those perfect thighs that make me rise and fantasize about her making me roar...Maybe it's more so the tattoos that make me want to put her through it...Or maybe it's the fact that she's a real cool kit. Down to earth Chick who keeps it a hundred...Different from the rest of these bitches who are out they're wishing they could be with me. Wishing they stood a chance with the King. But Honestly, I'm a Lion...So I don't fuck with bitches, they could stick with the dogs. N that's nobody around me, so please try and keep up. My chick's are sex kittens, my niggas are big Cats...Got that? Good. That being said, I reserve the right to be selective and I've selected a girl who's nearly perfect. Not just any girl, a girl who I want to make purr every night, put her in the fur if she's cold at night...The sorta chick I would treat right for the rest of her life. Why? She was born in August...That makes her the Lioness. Queen of the Concrete Jungle...Cuz Solo's the Lion King

I messed up

I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always the good dude you see, I wasn't always the one girls wanted to be with...I wasn't always different. Actually, for most of my time I was the same kind of dog that I currently despise. The type who told lies to his girl and thought he was slick, thought I was getting away with cheating. I used to look her in her eyes and tell her I loved her...Then go right behind her back and make love to another woman like I forgot who my first woman was...Like I forgot my love. Like I forgot who was there when there was no one else...Like I forgot who loved me for me, not for the person the saw, not for what they thought I should be. She loved me for me, on the inside...Not for what I did while I was inside her thighs, not for making her cum more then twice, not because I was the best sex of her life but because inside...She saw me. She saw my raw emotions, saw me when I was broken, saw me when I was holding onto the world by a string and didn't judge me...She just pushed me and constanty loved me, tried to find ways to do it perfectly consistently. And I persistently insisted on pushing her away because I want more pussy. I wanted to have sex with other chicks whose encounters with me wouldn't amount to shit. Past me sliding into they ass and sliding them out of the crib for fear of my girl finding out. So what was it really about? I sit back now and ask myself...Was it really worth it? It used to break my heart to see her cry so I lied and tried to cover it all up...But what the fuck? I ended up shattering myself....Because I abused the best and tried to surpress real love by indulging in lust. In the end, I ended up in shambles...Scrambling to piece together my heart and find another girl who could replicate that thing that me and her had...Real love. Everytime, I fell short of it so perhaps the truth is, I lost it...Forever? Maybe I'll never feel love again and I'm destined to remain Solo because of how I tortured real love? Because all I wanted to do was fuck and didn't give a fuck about her feelings when I was sliding into other females. But no...I don't believe that's how it's supposed to go for me. Everybody makes mistakes...And I'm past the mistakes I've made in the past and currently? I don't see myself making the same ones, I'm smarter then the rest of them....Which is why I'm DIFFERENT. I didn't give up on love, even though I fucked it up once and other times it's crushed me. The beauty in life is the fact that you get to try again...If your mistakes don't kill you. And what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger so I'm strong enough to know...That when I feel love again, I won't let it go...And I won't fuck it up over lust and the hoes.
R. $olo

SoloLeo Confession: #7

Survival of the fittest and I am fit to survive. Darwinistic mindset with a lion's pride. Especially evident in moments where others died. Esepcially during the times where others woudln't have tried, I strive for success. Simply because I know that I'm blessed just to draw breath. Just to feel the air in my lungs and to see one more day, it is simple for me to say...I'm Blessed. Blessed with the utmost Faith that doesn't shake. Perhaps in other men, but not my Faith in Him. Not when it comes to the King of Kings who crowned me...Him being my Lord, our God. Him being the Saviour of all things, including those that we believe are suffering. Him being the wind beaneath our wings as we begin soaring to new heights. Which is why I'm frightened by nothing...Even falling out the sky beccause my Lord is always with me. I'm blessed by the King of Kings, simply to be living, breathing. Unfortunately, some of us never get to see another day...Never get to wake up so when I wake up, I thank God for saving me again, for giving me the blessing that is breath...Simply another chance to live another day and to say...
Amen. Glory be to Him....Survival of the fittest and He made me fit enough to Survive. Darwinistic mindset...With a Lion's Pride. Blessed by the Son, that's why I'm destined to shine.
R. $olo

Computer Lov3

There's something about her that holds my intrigue. Something I see that raptures my sight and entices my mind to find out more about her, this girl. Whose knowledge of words is superior to mine whichi is one reason why I find her unique. Confusing, especially when she needs sleep, especially when she begins to speak about me fighting me. I'm just fighting the fact that she's sexy and that she perplexes me easily. She's pure in a jungle of savages and I could just imagine us living life lavish...In a palace of gold, perhaps? I don't care as long as your there...Purring. On a persian rug with nothing but the ring on, the one I bought u for being true to me. The Lion King, the one frauds consider frightening, but u saw the bright King all the way on the other side of the computer screen. The shining star, outshining the constellation, my lines are hot enough to replace the sun..Leo's...Solo is the one, but her? That girl whose thoughts purr to me like a kitten? I'm afflicted by visions of her, like she's my brain and I can't turn it off...It's android love. LeoKing and the Bot, who needs control? We're robots with souls...No verbal distortion, we are reality imposed, supposed to be humans, but truth be told...
We're Transformers without Shia Lebouf. Transforming the world, one mind at a time. The Spaded King Solo and the Lovebot angel. We go together like I n E, it doesn't matter where C is...Or where u C us...cuz if u C us? Understand we Crush Decepticons like Megatron with ease...So please don't make us transform and show the strength of our bond...Her Love will devastate you, my Spade will break you and take you to ya grave...So fake, be forewarned.

The Real is back, yall about to be Gone

If I tweeted Chris Brown, it would go like...

Chris Brown: Oh yeah and for the haters out there, keep hating, it makes me stronger.

Mr. Solo: Sure can do u punkass nigga....No wonder ya nickname is Breezy, your easy to defeat. Only thing u eva beat was Rihanna n that doesn't make u strong enough to beat me...Or anyone who's real...And that's a fact Breezy, lol, believe me. My hate makes u scared, not strong...But I don't even hate u, I'm definetely not a fan. I mean ur a good musician, but I don't respect u as a man. We all make mistakes and can be forgiven for them. But u take those up with God and I'm not as giving as Him. So I still say...F U CB

Chris Brown: Shut the fuck up. Son, do u know what the fuck I can do to you bitch? Keep playing, u gon get hurt kid i got goon money so relax.

Mr. Solo: U said u got goon money, that means ya goons ain't on deck...U paying for ya goons which means u paying for respect. Oh Chris Brown, please be quiet..Before I go to ya concert and start a riot, before the Boys get the call like "There's been shot's fired"...Goons run in my bloodline and no, we're not for hire. So if I was you, I would stop pretending and just remain quiet. Pretend like I don't exist, b4 I FRONTPAGE you just so I could make the news.

Chris Brown: If I knock you out, u gonna sue & n that sucker ish but if I send some dudes to go check you I don't gotta get blamed. Come try that at my concert and y

you and your toy soldiers will get laid out...Even the fans will get at ya plus my goons...U crazy kid. Get ur weight up and your paper right. U probably can't even afford to go to my concert. Loser, step ya game up

Mr. Solo: If you knock me out, I'ma shoot myself for not being a man...But ur really not tough, only thing tough u do is dance. And I think I can help u with that.

Chris Brown: If u knew anything about me, u would know I box and kickbox...I'm a black belt u moron, find things out before you talk.

Mr. Solo: Listen Karate Kid, I'll punch a hole in ya chest so u could take a deep breath, next shot putchu on ya back cuz u didn't relax.

Chris Brown: All this gun talk, u ain't bustin nothing bro. Ur living fantasies kid. All talk. When I go outside or do a concert, you tough guys neva there.

Mr. Solo: C'mon superstar, I gotchu going hard? Lol talking about u wud get @ me n my team, "toy soldiers?" Soon from now, u'll b asking me to ghostwrite for u n ya squad cuz when I get on? I'ma make sure ya shit neva goes off...U soft. Definetely a bitch to me, ur SWEET! Sorta like the pussy u eat...I mean are, ur not close to real Dog. So I suggest u stop dm'in me like some sorta feen, talking all sorta shit...Like honestly, when u gonna c me? Trust, don't even be in the same spot as me.

Chris Brown: Nah, u won't get on. Good luck trying. All I gotta do is tell celebs not to mess with you and nobody will sign you. Why don't you come see me like u claimed? Come to my concert if u could afford it. Even if u came, u wouldn't do nothing and ya girl loves me.

Mr. Solo: I'll erase ya memory, replace it with metal B's...Those r bullets u see...N now I gotchu talking about hating on me? LOL I don't care if ur a black belt, ur not Bruce Leroy...n I Shonuff got enuff shooters to make u feel real BREEZY boy.

Chris Brown: Aiight tough guy...If you would've come at wit respect I could have even tried to help you with ya music situation but since u wanna talk shit, u are so useless. If u feel brave come to my show and bring your girl because I know she loves me.

Mr. Solo: I don't do music, I'm just it's future influence. Don't forget me Breeze, I'm the best writer to breath, quote me. But y wud my girl like u if u known for fucking up bitches when they get outta hand? She likes her life + I'm a real man so ur not ='ing me. C, I know how to handle the situation. Shake her up quick fast n that's that...U on the other hand, don't know how to react. Little boy, take a lesson from a grown man.

Ms. Nine-One-Six

She has me convinced. She got my mind set on a permanent move to a whole nother coast just to show my talent. Permanently being, currently...I'm thinking about making moves out of NY as we speak. In a sense at least. Fact of the matter is, Cali is where I would want to live for a couple of years. I'm not trying to be a star, I'm trying to get the check behind the scenes...For writing the scenes that flow so eloquently. As in movies, you see. I'm hella cool and I'm so cupcake'n smooth...No it ain't baked, I'm moreso the batter...Up? Like we playing baseball and I'm the next to hit. Homerun first pitch..."Get outta here bitch"...The Yankees win. I'm not going to LA for the Dodgers, I'm going to leave NY imprinted on a few things. More directly, LI...Since our stories untold on a few things. But before all that movie shit perhaps, I'm tryna see 916...The entire thing. Spread her like a map, fronting like I'm lost in Cali. I would gladly move to LA...City of Angels, if I may...And stay permanently...Currently. But you see, my mind changes at times and I find myself amused. Don't get it confused, if I go to Cali...Most of LI's coming too...Well, at least my dudes. Probably a few girls if they act right too. Aren't I hella cool? The city of Angels? I should fit right on in because with this pen? I'm soaring. And miss 916 could take a trip with me...No disrespect to her boyfriend, but I'm a better look then him, just saying. There wouldn't be any time wasted and I wouldn't be wasting time chilling with otha dudes...I'm Hella Cool. Hella smart too...I'm a King, they're Jestering fools. And we could blow purple haze for days...I'm also a Hi Joker, told Ya! I could make ya laugh. Perhaps now you understand why I rise above the occassion and land in the stars, Fuck it...I land on the sun. Yes, I'm hella-hot...Got it, Miss 916? Cali's nothing but a breeze to me...Maybe permanently, we'll see. But for the love of God, NY'll always be with me...You could come visit me.
R. $olo

Quick Exchange one day...New York(Or am I imagining things?)

I stepped out the car and she said,
"Oh my God!"
I stopped in my tracks, turned around and said...
"What, you mean Our God? He's not just yours, I know Him too."
"No, I mean...You look so good."
I chuckled a bit, sorta a short laugh. "We should get to know one another, at another time cause I'm talking about Him and your still talking about me...So maybe-"
"We're perfect for another?"
A short silence ensued as she gave me a wide smile and I grew confused. "You should give me ya number sometime and I'll call you...Time's of the essence at the moment and you seeming to be forgetting one thing..."
"No darling, I already know who you are...Your Rashad."
I paused. "That being said, I'm rightly advised...So I can't be dreaming."
"Yeah, you really are the King...SWAG or of Ink when you think of things that rhyme. That coincide with people's souls because you know the Lord knows yours. So your words incite raw emotion...Or are thought provoking. Right, Mr. King?"
"Don't put them together sweet heart, Mr. Solo and the King are apart. Mr. Solo's the real deal...King SWAG's just art...You follow me on twitter, don't ya?"
"You know I do! I wanna be a Queen to you."
I walked away as she shouted her number. "Maybe...We'll see. Continue to praise He Ms. Lady"
R. $olo

Brand New

"Yu acting like a brand new nigga..."
When I heard that, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the person who spoke those words. Of course, it was a her who was hurt since I told her it was over. But I smiled at the sound of her words...Of course.
"Yes I am a brand new nigga...A brand new breed. You see, all those things that were associated with nigga came before me...Before my time so I'm not that kind of nigga. The word's not the same as it was bacc in the day, it's connotation isn't the same. No, I am not a nigger, that's a deragatory form of the word I use. Nigga, on the other hand, I use that sometimes to call somebody my brother or another man who's been through the same struggle as me. Everybody could be a nigga to me, cuz life's a bitch and bitches are trouble to me...N since we still breathe, we are struggling, troubled by the bitch we call life. But I love her, she's my wife so I try my best to treat her right. A brand new nigga? Yes I am. The things associated with the word before don't fit when it comes to me. I sound like an intellectual when I speak, I write proficiently and I read eloquently. I'm not a superstar on the court or the field and I can't sing or dance, unless it's for your personal entertainment...I find ways to entertain the public with a mind that is one of a kind, irreplicable regardless of skin tone. Everybody else could try, but they'll find themselves just a little short of the work that is me...This brand new nigga u see. But the best thing about me is that I teach. I'll teach other dudes how to be "new niggas" like me. Full of respect, those who don't regret, and just live life to the fullest...And love it all, even when times get rough and they fall...They'll learn to live it all. Like me, the brand new nigga you see."
She got real quiet and didn't know what to say, but I finished her off nice and easy.
"I like u, but ya trifling ass b going to c ya x man, stifling me with questions about where I've been...Stressing me like I'm the one who's cheating. I'm done with the stress so get over it...It's ova chic...Go back to ya old nigga with ya bullshit. I'm 2 brand new"
R. $olo

Grounded

I've been grounded since time began, practically. Every since the first grade, I found a way to get in trouble and punished. My punishment was being grounded...Stuck in my room like a dog in a cage. Anytime I misbehaved, I was put in that room. But I was so creative. I made up shit and wrote stories back then too...3rd grade, a few friends and I wrote comic books. By 5th grade, I had detention every day and recess was rarely played. Homework? For what? I would just get grounded anyway...I always found a way. To have to stay in my room and create things. Things I imagined with a pen...Or took from a book. I remain grounded, even on holidays. Like Christmas for instance. Put on punishment again for opening a gift a little too early...We used to have to wait, couldn't just open them right away. Punishment for that for the whole break...My grades were ok. You see, I stay grounded, but in a way, I found myself. Found the strength that is me and tweaked it until it reached it's peak, which is currently ascending as we speak...I'm constant evolution. Like a mountain forming that keeps soaring into the clouds, my mind thinks and these thoughts are written down. But you see, I've been grounded. Humbled for so long for doing wrong, even when it was the smallest of offenses that occured, I was held down to the earth...Grounded. So now that I'm doing right, of course I'm going to fly as high as can be, so high that you can't see anything in my eyes but purple trees...So high that money doesn't even matter to me...That I use it to help other's get wealthy...Because I could care less about wealth, I'm about good stories...Strictly Entertainment, I put my X on it...Acronym's SEX, would you like to be next? I suggest you read. Because...I'm as humble as I should be...Forever humble because I'm hungry and abundantly gifted. I'm not just talking when I say I'm gonna strive to be the undisputed best to ever breathe...I want that title for me, for real. Or at least people to see that I brought real back, in fact. In every aspect of life...Somehow or another with what I write.
Cause I've been grounded forever...But I was born with wings.
R. $olo

Facebook Status(See Rashad Solo)

A savage of sorts, I ravage things for sport...Create CHAOS when I'm bored since that was my favorite word since the third grade. Isn't it amazing the way my mind thinks and links things together so effortlessly? So much so that some people believe that I'm an illusion/dream? Even though I'm a human being? Living breathing...Not a machine, just a man from a different galaxy. Honestly, I'm amazing to me...The way I'm able to do it so fluently. I'm humbled you see, never forget that this talent is a blessing for me...Granted through a hard lesson that would have defeated me had I been weak. But let's get back to the matter at hand...Of how I ravage lands and savage women? Slaying hearts with the beautiful art that is English. Ravaging lands because it's translated into different languages...Spanish, French, Dutch. German too, even the Neo Nazi's will have to respect my cruel. I mean, I'm so cool. When I turn it on, I get so cold it feels like I burn you...Like you touched dry ice or I touched ya soul, either one I suppose. My words get that deep, but we'll speak on my length another time. For now, I resign by signing my signature for the first and last time, tonight.
Good night
R. $olo