So I'm on my soapbox again....
This is gonna be kinda funny, kinda serious, kinda half hearted....
I just need to get some things off my chest.
I am sick of Facebook....
I am sick of Everyone having so much access to my personal info at one time
I am sick of Everyone else's personal info bein so available to me
I don't really care if you joined a group....
I could care even less if you removed information from your profile....
I don't give a damn about your status being "So-And-So is Sleeping/in class/at a party."
I don't care!!!!!
I'm sure no one else does either.....
I don't care about you going from "it's complicated" to "in a relationship"
Real talk.
And another thing about facebook....
I am sick of EVERYONE who is in love telling the entire world how in love they are....
I am sick of EVERY tenderhearted female in the world co-signing that crap...
STOP IT! You people disgust me!
Relationships are between two people, not two people and the entire e-world!
Stop it!
The one thing I love to see is when people go from "in a relationship/married" to "single"....
Call me mean, but that crap is hilarious! I have laughed for days at a time when certain people break up. I'm not gonna lie.
If your profile's "About Me" section goes from: "I have found my one and only. They are my moon, stars, and sun. I want to love them forever...." THEN CHANGES TO: "Love sucks. Everyone in love sucks. I love not being in love. Dishonest people suck. I hate you. I want to die...." UNDERSTAND THAT I WILL LAUGH AT YOU!!! LOUDLY!!! IN PUBLIC!!!
In fact, I'm doing it now. HAHAHAHAHA!
Keep your business off facebook.
I'm sick of women with boyfriends/significant others...
I don't know why, I just am...
Am I bitter?
Probably...
I'm sick of BET...
I am sick of beating the "dead horse" that is the B.E.T. Sucks campaign....
I am sick of RAP
I am sick of "Chain Hang Low", "Chicken Noodle Soup", and any other song that sets black people back 1,000 years...
I am sick of Minstrelsy...
I am sick of women who are trying too hard to be cute...
Ladies, everyday is not your own personal fashion show...
I understand you have high sel-esteem.
I understand that you look fabulous.
I understand that you have a great sense of fashion.
What I DON'T understand is how you can set foot out of the house EVERY-DAMN-DAY with a straight face with some of the stuff ya'll have on.
Real Talk. Auburn has some of the most beautiful women I've seen in the state. Hands down. But, if I can look at you and think that you're attention starved....do you really think I'm gonna wanna talk to you? Period? Am I gonna take you seriously?
I am sick of women who confuse sexiness with exploiting themselves
If you have on a skirt that could double as a Kleenex, don't get mad when a dude grabs your butt....
I'm not gonna do it, I'm just sayin'...
I am sick of "talking heads"...
Why don't you ever have anything to say, yet you're always talking?
Shut up sometimes!
I've known some of you for YEARS and have never learned anything from you, but you're always talking!
Speaking of talking....
Why is it when two people kinda like each other, they call it "talking"?
That's so ambiguous...
There's got to be a better term for it...
From now on talking shall be known as "Getting to Know Each Other."
That sounds better....GENIUSES!
I am sick of "greek people"....
There's a difference between a person in a GLO and "greek people"....
Get over yourself, I SWEAR it's SO not that deep...
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Venom...
***NOTE: For those of you who really know me, you know that this is completely out of character for me to write in such a manner. As usual, I start off all of my blogs with a verse or two , usually of a hip-hop song. This one is no different. ***
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap sh** and all that
Sh**'s stupid
But I'm gonna address it
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone who had the audacity to attack me
I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker/Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker/
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure/But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure/
I'm worthy, and my associates and I named the South Dirty/And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me/
But I ain't even breathin until I get an even 30/I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey/
You makin' me hafta talk this way, aintcha?/You makin' me hafta talk this way/
You forcin me to walk this way/Maybe my album will get bought this way/
Niggaz slow down around me, I make em superstitious/And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious/
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious/But you will appreiciate what a sacrifice this is/
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes/Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes/
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses/So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin these little fishes/
Fuck fakin, there has been some offense taken/But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me, like bacon/
But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway/You know me, somebody will surely owe me/
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me/And the beat ridin, oh so slowly, but surely/
And you in danger, and I'll be strict about straight erry one of you niggaz like strangers/I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose/
Through car doors and clothes, amateurs and pros/Hardhead niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes/
Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo/This is my Glockapella/
And I'll be wearing diamonds forever like I'm signed to Rocafella/And I'ma bust two times in the sky/
Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die/But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win/
And I'm damn sure ready to try mutha fucker, yeah
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad/Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad/
Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad/You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse/
You see what I'm saying, and you know I can be what I'm sayin/And I got the most to lose, but you steppin on my shoes, nigga/
You become a target, and will remain a target until you are hit/You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it/
I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya/If anyhing I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya/
Take that to the head brother, before I walk up on your bed brother/And paint you bloody red brother
You heard what I said brother?
--Cee-Lo on the song "Glockapella" from his album Cee-Lo Green is The Soul Machine
I am a man
As a man, I understand that while peace is desirable War is sometimes necessary.
So from this day forth I am declaring war.
To all who would reach for a grip of affirmation with one hand and stab me in the back with the other, it's war.
To all those who are petty and trifling enough to dislike me for no discernible reason and speak ill of me, it's war.
To all who have nothing better to do than talk about me behind my back, while not saying anything to my face, it's war.
I am tired of being peaceful.
Peace has gotten me frustrated thus far.
I have even reached out to make amends with those who have slandered my name.
I have taken the blows of disrespect with my head held high,gaze fixed on peace.
No more.
I am the type of person who will tell you to your face anything that I would EVER say behind your back.
Apparently everyone wasn't raised in the same manner.
I was raised to believe that, as a man, I have no reason to degrade another, dislike another, or slander another man unless given a reason to.
I was raised to deal with any issue that you may have with another person, with that person...not talk to others about them.
I was raised to believe that a man has no reason to lie on another man.
I was raised to believe that a man has no reason to "hate on" another man.
Some of you so-called men out there have done all of these. What makes it even worse is that I know who you are.
You have shaken my hand in public.
You have smiled with me.
Some of you have chilled with me.
Some of you have asked for my help.
Some of you have even "gripped me up."
I have let you slide for this long.
If you are real about yours, tell me you don't like me.
Don't smile in my face and tear me down behind my back.
In the words of T.I. "If you got it on your chest, then shawty say it to my face."
If you can't do that, check your manhood cuz.
So, the next time I see a couple of you cats I'm gonna start pulling your skirts up.
Man up.
Be A Man...
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap sh** and all that
Sh**'s stupid
But I'm gonna address it
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone who had the audacity to attack me
I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker/Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker/
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure/But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure/
I'm worthy, and my associates and I named the South Dirty/And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me/
But I ain't even breathin until I get an even 30/I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey/
You makin' me hafta talk this way, aintcha?/You makin' me hafta talk this way/
You forcin me to walk this way/Maybe my album will get bought this way/
Niggaz slow down around me, I make em superstitious/And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious/
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious/But you will appreiciate what a sacrifice this is/
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes/Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes/
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses/So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin these little fishes/
Fuck fakin, there has been some offense taken/But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me, like bacon/
But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway/You know me, somebody will surely owe me/
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me/And the beat ridin, oh so slowly, but surely/
And you in danger, and I'll be strict about straight erry one of you niggaz like strangers/I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose/
Through car doors and clothes, amateurs and pros/Hardhead niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes/
Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo/This is my Glockapella/
And I'll be wearing diamonds forever like I'm signed to Rocafella/And I'ma bust two times in the sky/
Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die/But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win/
And I'm damn sure ready to try mutha fucker, yeah
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad/Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad/
Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad/You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse/
You see what I'm saying, and you know I can be what I'm sayin/And I got the most to lose, but you steppin on my shoes, nigga/
You become a target, and will remain a target until you are hit/You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it/
I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya/If anyhing I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya/
Take that to the head brother, before I walk up on your bed brother/And paint you bloody red brother
You heard what I said brother?
--Cee-Lo on the song "Glockapella" from his album Cee-Lo Green is The Soul Machine
I am a man
As a man, I understand that while peace is desirable War is sometimes necessary.
So from this day forth I am declaring war.
To all who would reach for a grip of affirmation with one hand and stab me in the back with the other, it's war.
To all those who are petty and trifling enough to dislike me for no discernible reason and speak ill of me, it's war.
To all who have nothing better to do than talk about me behind my back, while not saying anything to my face, it's war.
I am tired of being peaceful.
Peace has gotten me frustrated thus far.
I have even reached out to make amends with those who have slandered my name.
I have taken the blows of disrespect with my head held high,gaze fixed on peace.
No more.
I am the type of person who will tell you to your face anything that I would EVER say behind your back.
Apparently everyone wasn't raised in the same manner.
I was raised to believe that, as a man, I have no reason to degrade another, dislike another, or slander another man unless given a reason to.
I was raised to deal with any issue that you may have with another person, with that person...not talk to others about them.
I was raised to believe that a man has no reason to lie on another man.
I was raised to believe that a man has no reason to "hate on" another man.
Some of you so-called men out there have done all of these. What makes it even worse is that I know who you are.
You have shaken my hand in public.
You have smiled with me.
Some of you have chilled with me.
Some of you have asked for my help.
Some of you have even "gripped me up."
I have let you slide for this long.
If you are real about yours, tell me you don't like me.
Don't smile in my face and tear me down behind my back.
In the words of T.I. "If you got it on your chest, then shawty say it to my face."
If you can't do that, check your manhood cuz.
So, the next time I see a couple of you cats I'm gonna start pulling your skirts up.
Man up.
Be A Man...
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