Rated Next.

Rated.Next.Studio.Vibez: Galaxy Girls & Feenix Elektrik from K.D. Gray on Vimeo.

Some Studio fun. Enjoy!!!

IN THEM WOODS! Deep in the mean streets of Blairsville.

Lots of fun that day. Shout out to my girl Carlera, and my girl Mahogany for participating in the randomness.

Frank Ocean "We all Try"

So... this dude had some twitter beef with Chris Brown the other day, after Chris complimented him on his music. I guess it was a smart move on Frank's part to gain more fans. I say... who cares. I love this song and I am currently listening to this mixtape on repeat. Go check it out. You can download the whole shit here...
http://realtalkny.uproxx.com/2011/03/topic/topic/music/frank-ocean-nostalgia-ultra-mixtape/

"Too tired to sleep" my daily rant.

I have never, till now, wondered so much as to why I do the things that I do. What do you do when you find yourself caught in some sort of web of other people's ideas and expectations for a society of people? Were we ever really capable of independent thought? Nowadays, it's trendy to be "yourself." And phrases like Just Express Yourself! Be who you are! Do what you FEEL! have been embedded into my psyche. But I have to pause. Pause. I am not gonna lie... Im not too sure I know myself to even be myself. So what do I do? Give me a template of who I am society! Please. Am I afro centric? Or should I be gothic? Or, religious? A rebel? Let me pick one and let me hurry up because I wouldn't want to be caught dead in public not wearing my mask. So here I am, 26 years old, trying to figure out what "I" is and who the "I" belongs to. I'm taking off layers to confront painful experiences that have blocked me from who I am, truly. I am appalled at my behavior. But I am not alone because I was clumped together with a society of people who deep down feel the same way, people who have suppressed these truths for various reasons. Somewhere, inside of me, I just want to be right. And I am dissatisfied with the world around me no matter how much money I gain, or how much power I hold. I am dissatisfied because I am involved in an "industry of tricks." An industry of perverted individuals, who take everything and everyone for face value. Here we are, in a room... egos heavier than the chains around our necks, (afreshly sprayed) perfumes and collogne's filling the air, jumping and bucking to our perverted music, like little children hearing a curse word. I wasn't for a long time, but I have become aware, that slavery still exists in the most minute situations. We all have to answer to somebody, even in the actions we would label insignificant. I guess I'm slowly waking up to crawl out of the bed and exit the room. But I will be patient because its hard to detox when your space is filled with addicts. Not to mention, your an addict yourself. I admit I'm addicted to society. My spirit says "NO," so my body says yes, because I was taught to hate myself. But after years of struggle, I think I'm tired of being a rebel to my truth. Will the real "I" stand up? Or will she stay asleep? Peace. Love ya'll.