1) In the booth. Not sure what point in life. Like if I had some terminal illness. I would want to be in the booth recording when it takes me instead of my death bed. I bet them last verses is on some different shit. WORD!
2) The other way is an old man. Picture a old man playing the piano. Got a long cigarette hanging out my mouth. I'm playing Donny Hathaway's "A Song For You". That shit is deep. My wife will be a few feet behind me saying nothing. Crying silently. But by the time the song ends she is sitting next to me. I just die in her arms after the last note. THAT IS PLAYA! And I don't smoke cigs lol!
By no means am I suicidal or anything like that. Just something I've thought about.
I don't want a sad ass funeral. I want it to be a ill ass hip hop gathering. Like this:
All in all, celebrate life and when some one passes, remember them for how they lived and not how they died. When it's all said and done I want to go out with every one knowing I was real and I did everything I set out to do.