Monday, April 25, 2011


Every great and winning team all have commonalities that cements victory. Phenomenal leadership! Communication! Advanced trainers!

Winning is not a chance, it is cultivated.
It's a mathematical equation that can be reproduced over and over.


Phil Jackson, record holding 11 time NBA Championship Coach, KNOWS THIS.
Music Mogol, Sean Combs and Computer Genius, Bill Gates KNOWs THIS.

From Basketball to Entertainment to Computers there is a WINNING formula.

How can you make a cake with out the right tools or ingredients.
THE ANSWER: You don't, or you make something different than originally desired. For even the flexible community, how many of us really want to do that.

A crucial peice to the puzzle that i'm here to talk about today is the "TOWEL GUY."
The guy that....hold on pictures are bette than words SOMETIMES .........

Yes this guy/girl.
The one who has TRULY ACCEPTED HIS ROLE and does all within his " Towel Guy" Duties.

Becareful of boxes, he can come in many forms.

" Super-Star Pre-Game Help Guy"

and the infamous " CHEST BUMPER"

All winning teams have this. Even in communities where humor doesn't seem to be emphasized, have this. This guy is the blender, he takes the ingredients that are
already there and puts his finishing touches on the winning cake batter so it can rise to perfection in the oven of life and competition. No matter how underrated,

question: Are you that guy. If not, why not. Is it because you have too much knowledge, or just too cool; too cool to be called cheezy sometimes or seems over- burdonsome with enthusiam, that you can't play this role. Do you have enough team members to DARE not be this guy on the team. CEO, Exectutive, Founder, Employee; DO YOU? And even if you did, the WINNING SMALL BUSINESS OWNERS have figured this out; How to successfully wear different hats. From the CEO to " Towel Guy"

If you can transform you personality, guidance and competence of a CEO or Executive into that of a " Towel Guy," you will be a life changer and business changer.

This is Winning Transcendence at it BEST

Sunday, March 20, 2011

It huts ME more than it hurts YOU: for REAL

Empathy- the action of understanding, being aware of, and being sensitive to, and vicariuosly experiencing the feelings, thougthts and experiences of another of the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner.

I know 'where the party at', I know 'where the bitches at', I know 'where the weed at'. But where is the pain? Where is the muthafuckin pain?! This goes out to all you rapping ass niggas. I do NOT feel you. And I do NOT need your inspiration, motivation, or celebration. What I need is to know that sometimes, just sometimes you muthafuckas feel like me. Sometimes you muthafuckas get down like me; for real. Let me know that you are real niggas; with real stress; real headaches; real heartaches. Real muthafuckin anxiety. When can I hear that? I love you niggas, man; you aint gotta flex on me...This ME, the same muthafucka that was born into this wilderness of north america, trying to make a stain on the earth like you. This me, the muthafucka that will kill for you. But you muthafuckas make me wanna kill YOU! I cannot believe that I am that much of an anomally. I cant believe that that you niggas dont hurt like me SOMEtime. Let me feel your heart, Please! Im telling YOU what WE need. We need medicine. we need therapy. we need music. MUSIC! That shit that make you muthafuckas want to rule the world! The shit that got you niggas through the storm. The only shit that can help a REAL NIGGA like ME get through. Where you niggas at?! HUH?! Fuck the next Lil Wayne, where the next DMX?! The next EMINEM?! The next muthafucka to grace to mic that aint to proud to be REAL. Where you niggas at that actually know this shit is HARD?! That know that life can get discouraging when you tryna get it; that know, and UNDERSTAND that we need YOU. We dont always need your muthafuckin glory. We dont always need your success story. WE do not always need your fuckin inspiration!
I cant think of one nigga out that speaks to ME. I'm bout to break my fuckin keyboard typing this shit because it breaks my heart. It breaks my muthafuckin heart knowing that aint nobody going to keep it real with me. Just sometime I need to know you real.
This fucking flesh that we are all encased in comes equipped with five sensations, i.e. FEELINGS. I don't feel you niggas and it breaks my heart. We know yal popping bottles and popping tags, "shittin on niggas"; but don't always shit on US. Don't always stunt on US. Remember US, the individuals that YOU used to be? Remember US, the muthafuckins that live off your words, remember US, the individuals that still admire YOU? Because we know somewhere in the midst of all the bravado, super id and champagne is still one of US. Still somebody that tryna be a bigger somebody. Still somebody that do't always get every little thing they desire, still somebody that's real.
We getting to the point where we cant believe you niggas. We getting to the point where we cant feel you niggas. We getting to the point where we need some reassurance that you are real. I know all you niggsas didnt grow up prince's, living in never never land and shit, where everything is sweet and you haven't a care in the world. I want to believe sometimes, just sometimes art imitates life. And I know that life is HARD. Hard as a mthafucka. And sometimes, just sometimes we need to escape. Escape into someone else's pain. Because I know its there. I sense it. I see it. I see it when you niggas go to rehab for drug abuse, when you niggas is on magazines talking bout committing suicide and MY niggas is telling ME that YOU niggas is crazy; and I'm like "nah, nah man. you cant imagine what them niggas be going thru". But i dont get the same in return. I don't get that same empathy when I'm out here trying to get it, seeing you niggas having it, and waving it in my face. So now I'm conflicted. Now I really want to hurt you niggas. I really want to rob you niggas. I really want to take your bitches and never give them back because you don't deserve them. Because you've never had to struggle for shit. Because life been real cushy for you. Because you don't seem to know what its like to be real. All you know is fantasy, party. bullshit. Where the real niggas at?
This a love letter, from the streets, letting you niggas know that even though you hurt us we still love you. So if you real, nigga show it. Otherwise, fuck you. Peace

Thursday, February 24, 2011

He said he was the GREATEST!

When a Man can speak it and back it up the end result is Respect. Many might call you cocky, over- confident or arrogant, but Respect comes when the result equals what you said it would be. Mr. Ali being himself Enjoy. One of my and many others inspirators, O and i would call him STRATEGIC over any of those above negative descriptions.