Half a Homie |
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An incredibly gifted writer...half a Homie has now blown up off the
charts...and is playing to sold out concerts from coast to coast. Haven taken this name when he lost his main Homeboy Z-Mix a few years back...he claims his success nor his life will never be whole without his padner...may he rest in peace. Its been a rough road to the top. Once caught up in a bad record deal...he thought he`d never get his break. Then Payday discovered him and threw down his beats and produced his first album. Now he`s getting phat paid and the rest is history. Half a Homie never travels without an entourage. He knows there are haters
out there. He keeps security with him at all times. He will never forget the day
he and his Homie were shot up by some fools they battled, and he had to watch
him die in his arms in a dirty parking lot. That is where he lost his right
eye. They both new they were living the thug life...but damn...why did it have
to go down like that. All the bling-bling, all the wild honeys, all the
new-found posse...he would give it all back in a minute if he and Z Mix could
make music together...like they used to. As he looks around at all the strangers
around him...he realizes...true Homies are hard to find...and withou Z-Dawg, he |