Well...i have the soul of a young Sam Cooke ...i am a rather ugly brother with flows that gorgeous...a 27 year old architect/designer in NYC and i like people watching. My passion is everthing connected to creation. I love the newly flavored 'Smoothie' Skittles!!! & now I love Dunkin Donuts' White Hot Chocolate!!! Its so nice, yes.
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Oh oh oh!!! Would you mind sending a message before a friend request? I try to do the same. Its a small, simple request & by doing so, it speaks volumes about you...thank you!
ON ANOTHER NOTE:
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree// That everything you see ain't really how it be// A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style// Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile// Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria// Synthesized surface conceals the interior// America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges// More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin// You confusin me, you losin me// Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary// Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly// Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception// Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass// Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past// Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on// Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on// Same song, just remixed, different arrangement// Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship// Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this// Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit// Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick// That they been runnin across stars through all the time with// I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between// We either niggaz or Kings// We either bitches or Queens// The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse// Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts// Long barrel automatics released in short bursts// The length of black life is treated with short worth// Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary// That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary// This life is temporary but the soul is eternal// Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you// Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed// That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive// Not free, we only licensed// Not live, we just excitin// Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin// Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained// Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game// Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey// most of the things that we think, do, or say// We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave// But everyday, next man meet with the grave// I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy// I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory// Like that y'all
Mos Def - lyrics from "Black Star - Thieves In The Night" from the self entitled album.
