About Me
Big Dizz, also known on the streetz as "AllDay", represents the true struggle of Americans born and raised in poverty.. Not quite the violent aspects of poverty, but the poor aspects of which so many live through, and so few express.. A man built for a woman, by which AllDay PHP (P.H.P. is an acronym that means "pimps, hoes, and players") spends most of his nights on different tracks, ho catchin, hoping to find a dedicated counterpart who will help him achieve his established goals of success, as well as help him help her find her own.. After several years caged up in pennitentiaries for various reasons, Big Dizz still keeps his focus on music, in which he believes is his true partner.. "The music will never tell me 'No', it will never cheat on me, abandon me, or let me down," he believes.. Big Dizz was never saught as a "baller" or anything of the sort.. "I've been homeless without a dime and had to sleep with some of the ugliest bitches in the world just to have a place to lay my head for the night, and I've been half-rich with enough money to buy a new religion," he states, "but no matter what, I still had to look at myself in the mirror, and there's no amount of money that can change who I am or the memories and secrets that exist in my head." Instead, 30 year old Big Dizz is a simple man; a man of unfortune, who thinks that "some people will never be up there in the lights," and those who are "are trying to get out, because the lights are making their tears too visible".
Raised in the North Philly and Germantown sections of Philadelphia, PA, Dizz is known mostly by the people he grew up with and went to school with in the early nineties.. Big Dizz is known mostly by listeners of his music.. AllDay is known by pimps, hoes, and players that live to die in the game, also by weedheads or crack-smokers who pretty much counted on AllDay to give them "the biggest bags of yoke on the Jersey shore for cheap".. Reasonably, any prosperous move for a poor human being is ALWAYS accompanied by police interference and, unfortunately, the system knows AllDay just as well as anybody else..
The struggle is never-ending, and death is the only thing that stops life's pain.. So Big Dizz exists with nothing but appreciation of his chance to be a part of life, and to return the favor, he has come up with his sophmore album, Wasted Talent, in which he ferociously emits the pain and desparity of a human being who argues with life, and conversates with death. The title-track is a vividly detailed example of a man crying through the vocal tracks of recorded music, in which he fires, "I alway's had that gift to break females/ I guess me as a pimp couldn't fail/ but I ain't know I was buildin my own jail; doing time in a spiffy motel... slidin off in a spaceship; livin'/ but when I'm all alone, I zone, I still gotta' face the rhythm/ that life ain't all what itz caked up to be/ sometimes I can't take wakin up as me/ can I escape comfortably?...," but Big Dizz refuses to surrender as he spits, "watch me; I'm determined like recovered fiends/ life or death, but I'm stuck in between/ my mother's dream was to see me take a fall and never get back up/ I've let her down; don't consider that luck...."
As AllDay tackles the streetz for the sake of survival, Big Dizz struggles to keep his talent from being wasted.. After exiting the chase for fame and fortune, he now strives to just be understood, and to him "itz not about the money".
To close out the interview, he states, "I ain't got too much time to talk to y'all people unless y'all gonna' order me a meal from the chinese store; I'm hungry as shit... If you wanna' know more about me, listen to my album; that shit ain't my image.. that's me!!! I'm not the fake ass, flim-flam rap jokers y'all interview everyday; nigga' I'm starvin'!" Then he leaves the office as he opens the door for Rachel, the intern, and whispers in her ear, "6092170697; AllDay's stable of rare treasure is accepting applications.. Submit your resume when you ready for this pimpin', baby..," and emotionlessly glides through the corridor. Rachel blushes, drops a load of paperwork on my desk, and asks, "Was that a phone number he just said???"
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