Untitled Poem

Started writing this poem and for some reason couldn't finish it...may find the strength to finish it one day.

My life has become nothing more than a battle of my feelings,
Happiness versus pain, loneliness versus love, there all at war and
my heart is what they are killing,
My tears are like mirrors of my soul but what are they truly revealing,
This tough exterior is concealing the truth a cold little boy trapped in this emotional prison...

thinking

In our strive for perfection we must all recognize that we have flaws. Then we will wake up from this delusional mindset we are in. Perfection is nothing but a pipe dream set to the tune of failure. Live everyday like it is your last. Tomorrow is not promised.

Just another thought

I find it highly shameful that we as black people went from slaves on plantations to freedom fighters and revolutionaries then to addicts and statistics. We went from having thriving communities to neighborhoods filled with gun shops liquor stores and funeral homes. I don't know where I'm trying to go with this. Just getting a little tired of the self imprisonment in destructiion. Our communities have become nothing but exhibits of urban decay. Third worlds set off from the rest of America. It's 2011, we got to do better.

Social Networking Advice of the Day

Just like in life offline, don't take criticism as hatred. If someone comments on how you look in your profile picture or they comment on something you posted take it as constructive criticism. It isn't hate to make a observation and comment on it. They maybe telling something that can help you online and in real life.

Just some thoughts...

Why do we call the small mom and pop gas stations convenience stores? I see nothing convenient about having to look over my shoulder while trying to buy a pack a gum and a Gatorade. I shouldn't have to worry if the guy working the register is trying to steal my pin# as I put it in. There is nothing convenient about pumping your gas as fast as you can because there is a "lady of the night" crossing the street. Let's start calling these places what they are, scares shops. Because whatever crazy things you were thinking of doing during the day, these place scare those thoughts out of your mind. s/n Never tell the guy begging for change that you don't have any and then go in pay for you gas with cash. He's watching you. He's still standing out there, ready to pounce and you like a lion on his next meal.

When are gas prices going to go back to what they used to be? I ask myself that every time I'm standing there trying to hurry up and pump my gas before that "lady of the night" sees me. I think its time we find some alternative fuel sources. If tigerblood would make Charlie Sheen turn into the embodiment of WINNING, imagine what it would do to a car. I think it's time we start cloning tigers and drain them of all their blood supply (That was a joke for all you PETA members. Notice the line before about Charlie Sheen and go watch YouTube videos of his interviews to get the full scope of the tigerblood reference). But back to the subject at hand, gas prices are just"TOO DAMN HIGH"(Circa 2010 The Rent is too damn high political party). I don't completely agree with offshore drilling but I'm for anything that will keep me from spending all my money getting to and from work.

When is originality coming back to the hip hop industry? It seems that the industry today is controlled by two types of fan. Either its a preteen girl hooked on 80s hooks techno beats and dumb raps or a 20 something male who smokes weed all day and watches adult swim all night (No diss to adult swim. I'm a Family Guy and Robot Chicken addict). You know the guy that claims he only listens to the underground boom bap, walks around looking bumpy wearing Adidas with no laces and listening to the 5000 songs he has downloaded to his iPod. Its time for something new. Its time for someone to step outside the box and stop following trends.

Dear Rapper (3)


How are you "so hood" when you live in gated golf course community? There are no "jump out boys" riding on golf carts by your mansion. There are no junkies creeping in the night past the 12th hole in search of a quick hit. So stop rapping as if you still live in that type of neighborhood. You watched a few hood classics ( South Central, Boyz N da Hood, Menace 2 Society, Scarface,etc) and all of sudden you are the real life OG Bobby Johnson, tattooed tears and all.
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