IRENE THE LADY FROM UP THE BLOCK DIED THIS WEEK IN A BUS ACCIDENT IN EGYPT…… THREE OF HER YOUNG CHILDEN ARE AT A HOSPITAL IN EGYPT FIGHTING FOR THIER LIVES WITH BROKEN ARMS, LEGS AND A BROKEN SKULL. IRENE’S DEATH REMINDS ME OF HOW SHORT LIFE IS AND HOW SACRED TIME IS. WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I PRAY THAT THE NEXT TIME I LEAVE MY HOUSE WONT BE THE LAST TIME.I PRAY FOR US ALL. RIP IRENE YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTON.

I walk around with my hat low because my eyes tell my story.
My lips speak a truth too real to receive with out warning, people cut me off when I talk. My words cut like box cutters cut gang victims.
Judge me only after you witness my strength and integrity. People judge me only to find that judging them selves would have been a better option.
My middle finger keeps growing longer and longer.... sometimes I feel like I don’t use it as much as I should. My prospective is my prospective changing it makes it become yours. Let’s not fuck up the natural order of things.
Im from a place where holding on to what you have means holding on to youself because the things that make up who you are is your only real possessions … placing yourself in my shoe’s is impossible
Because I didn’t wear any shoes on this journey .I walked bare footed,
Through the darkness I am the definition of what having heart is.

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I GOT ISSUES SCIENTOLOGY, YOGA AND KABBALAH CANT CORRECT SOME THINGS ARE TOO COMPLICATED TO BE CORRECTED
KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE, I BATTLE TO ACCEPT IT.

MY LIFE IS HECTIC.
I GUESS ALL THE OBSTICLES AND PAIN IS TO BE EXPECTED.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE MY BRAIN NEEDS TO BE INSPECTED.
HOLD ON
GIVE ME A MINUTE TO INSPECT IT.........................................................................................…..........................................................................................
................................................................................................YUP! SOMETHING AINT RIGHT
OH WELL I STILL GOT POPTARTS POPCORN AND PORN TO GET ME THROUGH THE NIGHT.

ASIDE FROM EVERYTHING ELSE I WONDER…
AM I THE ONLY ONE IN THE SHOWER SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS IN THE SUMMER?

NAH… I BET THERE IS SOME RECORD EXECT IN THE SHOWER RIGHT NOW
SINGING CHEST NUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE OUT LOUD

INSTEAD OF LISTENING TO MY DEMO CD.

I got a crush on you al sharpton
Im attracted to your gum line and the lines that form above your eyebrows when you address the issues in the community.
The real meaning of unity would be the merging of you and me
Id make you sweat your perm out if ever granted the opportunity

See this is why blogging under the influence should be prohibited
You’re catching the glimpse of a mistake im the one who has to live with it

An AA meeting is in order, even though I doubt that would work
I woke up this morning screaming I concur captain Kirk

So So space-y
Maybe a psych ward would be the best place to place me
Or maybe I just need someone to embrace me

But no one’s here
Sometimes I feel as if no one care, and that’s the thought that leads to one more beer---> and one more beer---> and one more beer
Until my vision is as gray as al sharptons hair.

If im not dyeing why should he
Allow me time and in time I might see that drinking is no longer the thing for me.

But until then, I’ll be sitting in my den with 4 six packs of corona and six 4 foot Mexican men. With al sharpton on my mind bearing the worlds biggest grin

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
PARALIZED
THERE IS NO REAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE
AND NOT WANTING TO MOVE
TIME IS THE ONLY THING BETWEEN ME AND MY FREEDOM
SO I WALK THESE STREETS LIKE I OWN TIME
IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT
DON’T LIKE IT ON YOUR OWN TIME
BECAUSE WHEN IM IN MY ZONE TIME
PEOPLES OPPIONS IS SOMETHING
I DON’T GIVE TOO MUCH OF A FUCK ABOUT.

[PARDON MY GOOD ENGLISH]

I SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY
I SCRATCH MY ASS IN PUBLIC
I BLAME MY PROBLEMS ON MY MOTHERS
BREAST MILK
I BLAME MYSELF FOR NOTHING
I AM NOT THE REASON WHY THE WORLD IS
THE WAY THE WORLD IS
THE WORLD IS THE WAY THE WORLD IS
BECAUSE THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD IS
I CANT EDIT IT
NOR CAN I EDIT MY EDICATE
SO BEFORE I GET INTERJESTION
I RATHER JUST LET IT RIP

CAN YOU SMELL ME NOW? LOL!

LAST NIGHT WAS DIFFRENT I PRESSED MY EYES TOGETHER AND WENT TO SLEEP IM UNPHASED BY WHAT I SEE AND BELIEVE ONLY WHAT I KNOW THERE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN TONIGHT AND TOMORROW MORNING LAST NIGHT I LET MY FEELINGS GO I PUT ALL THE POSSIBILITES IN A PLASTIC BAG AND WATCHED THEM SUFFOCATE.

I am equally hated and loved
I love being loved
With out hate this wouldn’t be possible
Time is relapsing collapsing the
The sounds I use to clap and snap my fingers to

I use to wake up with the sweet taste of
Music on my breath
now my Rap gingivitis is
Replaced with the sour taste of
Well I don’t know exactly what this taste is
Disguising what music use to be
It’s this same stuff this lame stuff
That brings me to the conclusion that
a&r’s need to step their game up.

I know what they want to do to me
But I won’t let them.
Even if I decide to
After they throw short dresses and
Long weaves on me and make me into a
Foxy brown rag doll
they can all Kiss my ass in macy’s window.

Respect my individuality
Sex aint selling like it use to
Niggas are really getting ass these days
More than what I can say for a lot of these a&r’s