I only know a few people who are unique. You're not one of them. Swagger jacking is only acceptable for Halloween. Originality died in 1989. Hip-Hop isn't dead. It just changed its attitude. Everything that glitters isn't gold. The human mentality is so eager to hate something. Chivalry is dead and women killed it. Restless leg syndrome does not exist. S-Curls went out of style after 100% Ginuwine. Braids on a twenty-eight year old man is a no-no. I'm not competing with anyone. Writing is my outlet.
Fresh Nikes........check.
New Era Fitted.....check.
Nice Fade..........check.
Crisp Clothes..... check.
Book-Sense........ check.
Street Smart.......check.
Quick Wit..........check.
Sense of Humor.....check.
Sense of Self......check.
Ambition...........check.
Goals..............check.What's in your wallet?
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People always ask me why I write so much. They say I'm trying to save the world. They knock me because I'm different. They poke fun at the music I listen to. They think that I think I'm better than everybody else. They think I look down on black folk...I'm from South Park, Houston, Texas. I ate the same syrup sandwiches and drank the same sugar water they did. I walked down the same dangerous streets and lost many friends just like them. I scraped my knee at the same park they did. No, I've never been poor but I lived around poverty for seventeen years. I've never shot at anybody but I've grown accustomed to death. How dare they say I can't relate...They try to get me because I happen to be more articulate. They knock me because I can read things outside of a magazine. They think I'm sididdy because my only dose of culture hasn't come from BET. They think I'm weird because my idea of Hip-Hop isn't about the number of kilos you've sold, women you've boned, or the amount you paid for your chain. They can't understand why my ideal woman doesn't wear a quick weave.They think I've forgotten who I am. They think I've forgotten about my people. They think I've forgotten about the hustle. They think I've forgotten the struggle. I could never turn my back on the struggle when that same struggle got me where I am today.
Strong, black women that know what they want out of life. Music that doesn't have DJ Khaled screaming on it.
1. Michael Jordan & Nike will come to their senses and approve better looking Jordans. 2. Nike lower the prices of Jordans. 3. The S-Curl stays dead. 4. T-Shirt companies abolish tall tees. 5. For there to be an aptitude test to be allowed to dick ride. 6. Autobots & Decepticons to make a truce. 7. For you to stop talking about Chicago all the time... you're in Texas now. 8. My Brother & Me, The Muppet Babies, and Gullah Gullah Island were still on TV. 9. A million fafillion dollars. 10. Lames around the world be wiped out. 11. Soulja Boy gets drafted by the Army and sent to Iraq. 12. Michael Jackson's comeback is a success. 13. Black people are finally freed. 14. Smart starts to be cool. 15. I could make this note end. 16. They catch that goddamn leprechaun and get him for all those damn charms. 17. The California Raisins record another album. 18. To find Carrollton, Texas on the map. 19. That we'll someday be able to trust a big butt and a smile. 20. Dave Chappelle makes a comeback. 21. Meagan Good, Paula Patton, Christina Milian, Zoe Saldana, and Dania Ramirez volunteer me to have a 6-some with them. 22. Alicia Keys declare her undying love me soon after. 23. Steven Spielberg picks me to star in one of his movies. 24. I get picked to be on The Real World. 25. Diddy stops making bands.
I want to thank my mother for not swallowing me and my father for not wearing that condom. I'd like to give a shout out to my older brother for being so hard on me growing up. I want to thank South Park for teaching me how to live. Thank you society for showing me how not to live. And thanks to my skin color, I know what to live for.
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