Photographs by Boogie



His photographs capture the reality of the life we live, we see, and some of the things we don't get a chance to. Raw, pure, sometimes scary. Check out his website here. His book, Its All Good, came out late 2006 and debuted at Reed Space. Eye opening. Definitely worth checking out.
How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich?
Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick?
So if he feed your family and he serve you shit,
then he need the head you gettin, he deserve your bitch.
Since you wishing for cash to fall from the sky all your life,
Dwellin on the past when you was alright--
When you was gettin cash, but wasn't too bright.
Now your locked down, you feel like bustin them shells.
Nobody owe you. You can't do nothin for self.
Wan't niggas to show you how to come up with green.
I schemed since I was fourteen, what the fuck was your dream?
Rent-a-cars, little broads, sayin you was seen,
With little niggas, little chain, you was doin ya thang...
How high was I? You the thousanth guy,
That came around thinking we could see eye to eye.
We on a different echelon.
Coulda got bread togetha, now you get deaded on.
So keep dreaming..."
Nas



His photographs capture the reality of the life we live, we see, and some of the things we don't get a chance to. Raw, pure, sometimes scary. Check out his website here. His book, Its All Good, came out late 2006 and debuted at Reed Space. Eye opening. Definitely worth checking out.
How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich?
Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick?
So if he feed your family and he serve you shit,
then he need the head you gettin, he deserve your bitch.
Since you wishing for cash to fall from the sky all your life,
Dwellin on the past when you was alright--
When you was gettin cash, but wasn't too bright.
Now your locked down, you feel like bustin them shells.
Nobody owe you. You can't do nothin for self.
Wan't niggas to show you how to come up with green.
I schemed since I was fourteen, what the fuck was your dream?
Rent-a-cars, little broads, sayin you was seen,
With little niggas, little chain, you was doin ya thang...
How high was I? You the thousanth guy,
That came around thinking we could see eye to eye.
We on a different echelon.
Coulda got bread togetha, now you get deaded on.
So keep dreaming..."
Nas

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