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Ah yes good old stale, cold January. It always returns the same way. Each new year, same month, different frequency. And my beloveds, as you know, January is now done and over with so I gift you January’s blog. This month was spent negotiating at the table, quietly securing a future paved and written in Gold. Some nights the table was just me, a pen, and silence the kind of silence heavy enough to make men fold. But I didn’t. The tricky part about waking up from that slave-li

December arrived carrying weight and I met it with reverence. This month was about honor and alignment. Honoring my beloved brother’s memory, holding space for grief without letting it harden me, allowing remembrance to sharpen purpose instead of slowing motion. Some losses don’t leave you they refine you. Behind the scenes, Poetic Production continued to evolve. Contracts secured. Foundations reinforced. The production side sharpened with surgical focus. Strategy over noise.

By Lucky Goldie November came in like a quiet storm all wind, all wonder, all divine alignment and left me standing in the afterglow of a moment only fate could’ve arranged. This month, my Uncle Kenny the legendary SHYST , the voice of the asphalt, the griot of the concrete kingdom secured the connection to Statik Selektah  and the iconic ShowOff Radio on Sirius XM Shade 45 . 📻 “No, I can’t live without my radio…” The prophecy still rings true. Shyst walked into that studio

October wasn’t flashy it was foundational. This was a month where the cameras weren’t always rolling, but the real motion never stopped. Behind the scenes, I was deep in CEO mode strategizing, producing, negotiating, manifesting. And as always, my beloveds , I welcome the pressure because I was built for the fire. I am  the fire.🔥 To everyone supporting my movement thank you for believing in the dream, especially when it still feels like a whisper to the world. What we’re bu