R.I.P. Biggie!!!

I really miss my man Biggie
May you find the peace in heaven you never found here on earth!!
Allahu Akbar



"BIGGIE SMALLS is the illest"
I remember being in 6th grade walking down my block with some Boss jeans on, the purple and black KJ's and my walkman hearing "I know how it feel to wake up f%$#@#$% up, pockets broke as hell."
I was only 11 and the dudes on my block were playing ball, I was blasting about this Biggie album to which they deaded me saying 'You mad late son".
But I didn't care, the whole album was crazy to me, I listened to it from the intro to the end. That was 1994 and today I get the same feeling that I got back then, that I'm listening to a lyrical genius/storyteller/hustler/father/playa you name it and I felt like Big was speaking it to the streets of NY. Little did I know he was speaking to people everywhere, not just a kid from Amityville, Long Island.
Fast forward 15 years, it's 2009, 12 years since Biggie's death, and we've celebrated March 9th with memories of his illustrious rhyme style far longer than he got to bless us with his hard, raw music. 1994's Ready to Die, still quenches our thirst for 'Big Poppa'.
When I tell people one of my favorite joints off the album is 'Suicidal Thoughts', they look at me like I'm crazy, like I'm some dark dude they gotta keep an an eye out for. But it's deeper than that "when I die fu@% it I wanna go to hell cus I'm a piece of sh^% it ain't hard to f*&^%$^ tell". This was a self reflection, a deep psychological journey that spoke to one's childhood with feelings of being un-loved, the wrongs that he had committed against friends, foes, loved ones. The friend on the other end of the line who wasn't sure if he was serious about these suicidal thoughts as he spewed the venom that his life had seen. Culminating to a gun shot and the phone goes dead, it was poetic genius, it's a depressed man's theme song, or a sleep man's awakening, a choir boy's confessional, it's the inner self you struggle with daily. Classic good versus bad, the conscious speaking to you, now when has a rapper painted something so vivid, "my baby mother's 8 months, her little sister's 2, whose to blame for both of them"!
It's one of my favorite BIG tracks, he made the words come alive. The video treatment is etched into your brain on every song, whether it's "gimme the loot" and you see two cats walking up the Avenue scheming or it's "me and my bitch" and you see his down a. girl "throwing his clothes out the window, so when the wind blows he sees his polos and timbos".
I'm clearly reminiscing and getting in a zone. Do me a favor and Share your story of when you first really felt BIG!