Pass it around....

Take One Down

Always a sad event for a bottle to be done
But more for it, because it can no more join in on the fun
And instead it gets disposed of, its history closed up, only gets
Remembered when somebody throws up
Well the same shit goes
For that certain kinda ho
From whom everyone wants something and she doesn’t know
Maybe you tell her to slow or you disregard her hole
Which makes you wonder why you’re carrying her at all on the whole
Because she’s pretty on the outside
But that’s not what its all about right?
And her future viability in itself is in doubt, sight
Can’t see the future
But the past is twenty-twenty
Its not real what you have if
You don’t get what you’re wanting
So let’s eschew you fronting and instead let’s
Get to running red-line with that mind that forever stay’s stunning
I
Don’t need nobody and never will again
Since long before I kicked my fiancé out
To the crib of my best friend –
As soon as things begin
I’m watching for the end
Where I cauterize the connection away
Is it a sin?
To say what I say,
Maybe pushing people away
Having fun how I may
Staunch refusal to play the games people play
99 mothafuckin beers on the wall
So I’ll drop 99 half-hearted tears for you all
And it’d take 99 stamps to try and mail my balls
So Instead, I’ll just yell out ‘Fuck all ya’ll’

Justified?

Power And Responsiblity

'With great power comes great responsibility...'

Ya I got the quote from a comic book
But when people forget this it makes me vomit, look!

http://www.10news.com/education/4409506/detail.html

Its excessive force just having the cops there
And I don't care what she did in the class,
That shit is not fair
And man, how could you not care
What if that was your daughter?
If mine, it'd be like Amityville Horror
Because I give no safe harbor for those
Without compassion, in fact it makes me
Feel better when they catch a good thrashing
Like - I was a wild child but they never called the
fuzz
And they never did for most of us but still I hear
The buzz
That somehow this is right because the kids
Are much worse -
What? Its a new species cuz they smoke weed and curse?
I'll give you chapter and verse on how to
Discipline your young
Perfectly, and you'll never have to be whippin on your young
Hurtin see - leaves bruises and sullen anger
Often society loses and we get us another banger
Robbin cars with coat hangers
Because the cops'll jack em anyway -
Ya they prolly weren't raised right but I'd love to hear any say
That they kids are so much better in their
Abercrombie sweaters that they shouldn't
Have to put up with people who kno no better.
Fuck that - me teachers and my parents had
Patience
And because of that some day soon I'll be seein
Patients
So I sit drinkin libations just to calm the storm
That I get from in my heart knowning this shit's
The norm
And I lose all sympathy for both cops and teachers
When they hurt and don't help,
I thought they were supposed to reach us?
But no, they wanna bleach us:
You do exactly as they say,
Or the national guard'll come down on south park
and arrest yo ass mmmkay?
No, how bout an AK?
Its the chopper of flippin whoppers for some of
These kids today
Why I gotta remind people of their own Christian morals
And then have em not listen - God my blood boils!
And the threat of revenge coils round my heart and a part of me wants to feel the recoil
Of the snub .45 as I end a fuckers life
For bein so goddam sure that they mothafuckin
Right
Countin bodies like sheep
As I sleep, it calms me down
Lead pipe to the forehead, skull splinters at the crown
And I'm not the type to spray around
But I do sometimes hold grudges -
Find that man dead at his desk doin his budget
And I love it!
Which is why it can't be my way
If its Power, I take Responsibility to guide my way
So back to the cops in Florida
Ignorin the basic instinct
To protect little kids,
An urge deeper than when you think
They've left engrained in my mind,
Life my mind's eye blind
That little black girl and her face still shine
With the tears people cry when they can't
Understand
What the fuck they ever did to deserve this from
This man
And I learned this from this man
That if you abuse someone in their youth
They'll be somewhere years later feelin they have to prove they'll shoot
And that cycle continues until this place is like fuckin Beirut
With tanks rollin through the streets and snipers
Standin on the roof -
And normally I'd be scared
But that was back when I cared
And now its just eye for an eye, because I gotta be fair.
They got power and can't bother to take the time to be responsible,
That's cool,
We'll crush the power with them grenades that
Are launchable
And they think its just a game, that much is demonstrable
Still they wonder why its murder on the mothafuckin constable?
What the fuck?


Description:
Watch the video. I'm disgusted with this world lately.
http://www.10news.com/education/4409506/detail.html

‘Mr. President, there's drugs in our residenceTell me what you want me to do, come break bread with usMr. Governor, I swear there's a cover upEvery other corner there's a liquor store - fuck is up?’
- Jay-Z, ‘Justify My Thug’

Easy Jesus = E&J Brandy

Easy Jesus

Our new religion comes to us in shots of Easy Jesus
And still the preacherman wonders why it’s so hard to teach us
We’ve run too far for him to reach us
And we’re not coming home
Even running as a pack we’re all alone
Linked by a common desperation and cellular phones
We keep smoke in the respiration because our cells should have known
There’d be no guarantee to see the next year we would have grown
In a world where hearts get crushed, and heads get blown
So no night is complete without drinking yourself to sleep
Because the only sadness you have is the sadness you keep
And to us it’s real deep –
You see our world is so shallow,
We muddle through the puddles in bottles of cheap Gallo
Understand it’s not sad though,
Or if it is we’ve forgotten
We’ve become unable to think outside the box we’ve been locked in
And the beer goggles that we’ve gotten
Makes it hard to see,
But people telling us who we are makes it hard to breathe
Like the cards were all free,
And then they said we’d have to gamble,
But we never would have run up in some shit so hard handle
With not so much as a candle
To help us see in the dark –
Not knowing where to eat or sleep like bums in the park
So most of us move with the sharp
At least to tame the beast,
Because there’s so many ways that you can end up at the feast
At the head of the table, or in one of the chairs
Or as what they gonna eat because nobody cares
Feel that sort of magic in the air
Like we gonna act the same whether its happy or tragic there
And we’re all addicts here –
Of something or other
My boy got over his last drug of choice and he’s looking for another
My last girlfriend had held a knife to her own mother
And me? Well I beat holms half to death with his Louisville Slugger
So ya, we only come out under cover of night
And ya, we got shifting views of wrong and right
But when the light hurts your eyes
And everybody’s a bad guy
You tell Me how else to keep my shit tight

Except to take
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Of Easy Jesus, please forgive us for our sins
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
We need a clean slate to do it all over again.

In the final estimation,
Nothing really matters
Because the sea swallows the Nations
And the resolve of men shatter
The species is just another batter in this
Baseball game of life
And its 0-2 for us because we refuse to do it right
So death comes in the night and fucks up peoples days
Unless they walk to sweet oblivion nobody’s getting saved
So line up the shots and twist something to burn
Because you know it’ll be a funny show before these stupid fuckers learn
From Putin to Bush, and the drugs that they push
Same mind as the old-times that enslaved the people of Kush
The whole world’s against us, son
And they thought we were apprised
Since we kept saying we had open hearts and, open eyes
For myself, there’s so little that I can even try to plan
Except I want to feel pleasure and I don’t wanna die in the can
And I’ve taken many measures, indeed the measure of man
The only thing it adds up to is that I’ll never understand
So if I kill brain cells, just as well. What were they for?
And by the time I get old, I can probably get some more
So I should probably just ignore this dizzy buzzing sensation
Hit the ground without a sound or even a thought of ever waking
This is my 15-minute vacation
And I’m still unemployed
I take more pills than most rock stars and I’m paranoid
They don’t dare avoid me
And probably also shouldn’t approach –
I’m at peace with Easus Jesus and working on this roach
On the hopes, from when someone told me drugs would stop the pain
But it’s a lie – like saying your umbrella stopped the rain
But to an extent it stops my brain like pulling the plug on the Matrix
And there’s no pretext I’m sane so I just love for them to hate this
Because the clown said we’d be weightless but instead we’re merely faceless
Until we’re seen in mugshots cuz we all catching cases
So my heart is heavy
And I’m about to light this jack
But both hands are plugging the levy
And I gotta light the match
And when it bursts I’ll hurt your Chevy like I just brought it to life
Taught it about joy and pain and then pulled out the knife
Because I been about my rights although they say I’m still wrong
I say I’ll fight for it but they always try and say I’m not strong.
Well with the liquid courage flowing and this smoke from my bong
Expect me to go ape shit like a squatting King Kong
Please – Lord forgive me although I know what I do –
They cut me and I bled but they forgot that they bleed too!
I don’t say my insanity is at all in the name of you
Although in their constant vanity they’ve made all the lies true
So I’ll turn my cheek to who?
Nah, I’ll just have another beer
And wet my throat and let em know that there’s more than brandy here

So I take
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Of Easy Jesus, please forgive me for my sins
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Shot
Please don't leave me Eazy Jesus cuz I swear ur my only friend.

Description
“For I say unto you in all sadness of conviction that to think great thoughts you must be heroes as well as idealists. Only when you have worked alone / when you have felt around you are a black gulf of solitude more isolating than that which surrounds the dying man, and in hope and despair have trusted to your own unshaken will / then only can you gain the secret isolated joy of the thinker, who knows that a hundred years after he is dead and forgotten men who have never heard of him will be moving to the measure of his thought / the subtle rapture of postponed power, which the world knows not because it has no external trappings, but which to his prophetic vision is more real than that which commands an army. And if this joy should not be yours, still it is only thus you can know that you have done what lay in you to do / can say that you have lived, and be ready for the end."

And Still I Burn....

"People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side

I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive "
- Eminem, 'Haillie's Song'


Goddammit!
I walk around on fire all the time - all the time mind you; A Burning Man.
People get close, and then wonder why they burn?
Time's like this, I wish I could cry,
But the tears fall in the flames and evaporate to nothing...
And still I burn.

Cold Brains

I shit where I eat because
Pits like the meat
And I can’t always be bothered to
Get where its neat
And I get hit with the beat
Leaving a sonic concussion
My only therapy is to drink like I’m Russian,
To wink like I’m blushing
And its all a joke.
She said she had fire but
It all was smoke
From wood gasoline soaked
Even the lie
When it died was already broke
And I’d already choked
On my regurgitated fears
So she jumped on the bandwagon when
She heard I’d waited years
The fated tears
Were extant from the inception
Another bad memory to add to the collection
And I pad in the direction
Of what seems to be right
Like a child in pajamas,
Headed toward the light
I said it so the fight
Could begin amidst justice
And you wouldn’t let me kiss but you still let me touch it
Still let me fuck it
But like a job
Afterwards you act like you’d been raped or robbed
And I’m shod
In some tough skin from toes unto forehead
And it will only get tougher from now till I’m more dead
So how shall I ignore red
Lights shining warnings
Like we don’t have shit to talk about come the morning
Like we both see the storm on the horizon as its forming
And storming is something that we both should avoid
Because god knows that we both are quite paranoid
And there’s the void –
Always threatening souls
Just like ours that for some reason came made with holes
And for the same reason, my brain remains cold.

Nothing's right, but damned if I surrender - ever.

Some Other Day

The air abrades my skin,
As though the shards of my shattered dreams have replaced the customary molecules and particles.
My throat feels old and parched, but still I rattle off my prayers –
I’ve prayed so long and so hard that I know no one’s listening.
I glance over my shoulder at my only true companion.
Robed and hooded, it looks at me,
A gaze devoid of compassion and humanity that
Nonetheless looks like every mortal vision.
I give but a courteous nod, for
We’ve but a passing relationship,
Me stumbling along and he patiently stalking.
Looking straight ahead I call back,
‘I’ve so much farther still to go, must you haunt me
Like a courtier to my own shadow?’
As usual there’s no reply except the soft shuffle of his even gait.
Smug Bastard – we both know that someday, sometime, I’ll have to rest
And I’ll be his.
But that’s some other day. Some other time.

Life 2 Live

Life 2 Live
What life could I live
With a wife and some kids
With a white picket fence and a future I did
Before me behind me
Tomorrow to remind me
How I gave up on the Dreams and let the cowardice blind me
Creeping like ivy
But my neck stays stiff
How I gonna ask for more if I squander the first gift
Instead of reaching sky sit and ponder my dick
I’m not staring at the prison I’m demolishing it
Because college is shit
And the world is straight ass
Got me rushing to get my own personal nowhere fast
But my flow is tear gas
Laced up with napalm
And the drugs love me like I been dating marijaun’
So I read in the psalms trying to get some direction
Instead of just chasing my raging erection
But how can I turn cheeks when they need to burn,
Weak, actors seek the masters and then when its they turn speak
Me, I’m a born freak
I never fit in
And the ones who couldn’t handle it were never my friends
So I got leather for skin
Loosened screws in my head
Laced up my kicks and started living for dead
Why would I stop now?
Or listen to cops now?
Why wouldn’t I like to make you drop right now?
And you lookin at me hard like we could box, like how?
I’m so nice with the knuckles I give frequent flyer miles
So who wants to get lifted?
Just fuck with the Gifted –
If I don’t leave you dead afterwards you’ll have wished it
Missed it
Found my ass and gingerly kissed it
Its like these people don’t hear me as though I fucking lisped it
But I’m howling at moons
Collecting my goons
And people have trouble reading like I’m written in runes
So how many noons
Do I get to keep breathing
Its never enough so fuck this I’m leaving.

Description:
Just a flow - its breakfast time. =)

OKCupid! The Feminism Test

OKCupid! The Feminism Test

Liberal Extremist
You scored 33% Gender-Abolitionist, 100% Sexually Liberal, and 60 % Socialist
You are the liberal extremist. You possess typical views of the Liberal feminist in that you are pro-choice, sexually liberated, and generally leftist, but you are a lot more extreme. You may believe that sexual repression mirrors the oppression of women or that traditional sexual morality often hinders women's freedom. You also believe that our governmental structures need to be radically reshaped to reflect a socialist or communist ideology in order to best relieve the oppression of women. For you, the oppression of women is directly caused by a class society's oppression of its lower classes. Subtle legislation or individual changes would not be enough to grant women true freedom from the patriarchy. Instead, the government needs to rid itself of class inequalities. Another way to describe your stance is to say you are a Marxist Feminist. Sexual liberation and radical politics best describe your stance.




My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 7% on Gender

You scored higher than 54% on Sexuality

You scored higher than 81% on Class

As The Stranger Sings

As The Stranger Sings (Rap)

They made me put my rag in my pocket -
(now what's that?)
They see the type that’s gonna pop it -
(and bust caps)
I'm the type to fuck the club up
Same type that'll order all the bub up
Make a move to prove and order all the thugs up
Hit the spot blacked out like I'm Michael Jackson
Got the whole room wonderin 'What's my next action?'
And what's the repp'ed faction
Cuz my eyes is shifty like quicksand
And my hand hugs my waist like I got quick hands
Shit man,
I give the girls the cold shoulder
Niggas peep the slow roller
And give the Young God some room
Because he throws molars
Down a buster's throat like a calcium supplement
The only ones to speak to the boy, are hos and supplicants
And fuck the rent
This One is - Paid in Full
The sacrificial Calf eats the sun,
And’s made a Bull
Like you swapped out your polyester suit for some wool
This One’s been upgraded to a dude with some pull
Like Frank Sinatra, renowned for the way that I see
I’m like the opera, when I’m in town don’t nobody ever get in free
Fo Sheez
I’m down leez –
The M. L. eez,
And I was made for the soldiers like M.R.E.s
Please – don’t test me
There’s no hope to best me
I’m dressed like a Gentleman even if you see me not dressy
It get’s messy
Cuz I don’t always stop at first blood
And you think you seen it bad
Well it gets worse cuz
Hell what the hearse does
Is the same thing that I love
to do whenever I happen to catch a buzz
Take yo’ ass to your grave!
And ask Jesus to be saved
Because I stay rough like a street that ain’t ever been paved
Cats don’t watch the potholes
Until they got holes
Thinking they nine gonna protect they ass
I shot those
And they only make you safe once the rest of them is all dead
Kid you only lookin in my face because the best of them is all dead
Feel my hatred
Like Keanu Reeves I’m a Replacement
For the One’s that burn up below us, in the Basement
Better cherish your Aces
When the cards are down
Dem boys around the way have gotten harder now
And dem boys like to say they Sean Carter now, how?
I’m like ‘I got respect for him’
For those fools, I just got a Tec for them
And some heavies on my day of arraignment
For the rest of them
I tested them with eyes that said
‘I’m ready to die’
And all they irises said to me was ‘I’m already high’
‘And who wants to fly?’
I said as I flapped my Angel wings
And then left the bar quiet and silent as the Stranger sings…

OKCupid! The Alcohol Knowledge Test

OKCupid! The Alcohol Knowledge Test

Bourbon Congratulations! You're 116 proof, with specific scores in beer (40) , wine (66), and liquor (86).

Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 29% on proof You scored higher than 83% on beer index You scored higher than 89% on wine index You scored higher than 92% on liquor index

Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on OkCupid Free Online Dating

2's And 3's

"Always tell the truth. That way, you don't have to remember what you said."
Mark Twain.

The Mystery of Two and Three

Don't worry bout the system
They gonna lock you anyway
Whether in the cell, pine box or in the minimum wage
Since the beginning of days
They been spinning the ways
To disguise from your eyes that they been skimming your pay
And intending to stay
Unjust if they must to
Touch the upper crust
And hold a crown
Like a weight forged of blood and lead
They hold you down with the hand that fed
Plus they mould you now
So you don't turn out as a loose string
Diamonds go from Africa to NY to produce bling
That you proudly wear while still claiming
That you care
And denying all facts there along with the
Naysayers
Thus you can stay players and maintain the act
Of going two steps forward, and three steps back
While still citing progress
Like politicians in Congress
Although you kno the shit blows if you wanna be honest
Or if you wanna acknowledge the Christ loved
All his Neighbors
And without doubt about later currying favor
Because that was the flavor:
How you do unto others should be the same in act and name as to yourself and your brothers
Because you never give yourself what you hope to recover
Like a Louisville Slugger
You've more uses than in the game
And reality we all just what wood produces
In the flame
So abuses are in my name
Even if I'm not the source
So I cry for my dreams that esteem supreme force
Cuz I've seen torts and injuries
Because somebody meant to be
A party to foolhardy games of Two without Three
It’s always a law of fives
Four its the same as nothing just having nine lives
Either way, cold I lay at the end when I die
So bye bye seems an appropriate greeting in this light
Because im tasteless to the spaces in this
Long Kiss Goodnight
Power is faceless like the aces
As the strong miss the fight
While in plain sight the hype disguises the fading light
While the children fly kites while they dreamin of flight
Today the burner gives might
Since the weak won't judge the aim
So justice and injustice start to look much the same
As nightMares buck the reign
Of would-be who seek immortality through a
Remembered name
In past Decembers that came cold and went out colder
I looked back at years and wondered if I really got older
Because no matter how much I grew
I still couldn't reach my dreams
So I knew I should eschew having to do with these schemes because
2 Steps forwards and 3 steps back
Leaves uf fools in our own eyes
When we pause and step back.


Description:
The Sufi law of life requires...
Kindness to the young Generosity to the poor Good counsel to friends Forebearance with enemies Indifference to fools Respect to the learned

"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act."
--George Orwell

Wired 13.04: The Bitter Pill

Wired 13.04: The Bitter Pill

How many ppl are bein denied the fruits of our science? How many ppl could be living a halfway normal life? Fuckin a. Heroin addiction is some destructive shit - this would end it. Yet the dawdle...

village voice > music > Digging in the Dirt by Jaime Lowe

village voice > music > Digging in the Dirt by Jaime Lowe

Collecting Our Blame

Reminiscing on days watching Amos and Andy
But now MTV passes out the hatred like candy
So the children still don't think we can all get along
And the parents think they right when they actually wrong
If you smoke from a bong, or a blunt, or you use it in cooking
Don't we all try to get high while nobody is looking?
It's human nature to focus in on what's physically different
But where you from ain't more important than who gets to eat, is it?
The haves hold the have-nots in cages, and allow visits
The poor learn to obey while the rich learn physics
Well fuck that
There's just as many assholes in classrooms
As locked up in the box getting herded past goons
And ask whom why it stays the same?
The same people who print the bibles have the Titles in they names
Its a shame
That they willing to corrupt the truth
And then corrupt anything that might be touched as proof
Cuz if you touch the roof
After you break the glass ceiling
You realize that there's still alot more than what you're feeling
And you'll look at the walls and notice the paint is peeling
Because only with the works of man have you been dealing.
So I sip darjeeling, and good oolong tea
While I try to get a handle on something bigger than me
And that lets me see
The only black is fingerprint ink
The only white the scared eyes of those hittin the clink
I sip my warm drink
Because that place is cold like ice skating rinks
And it gets clicked up between brown ,yellow and pink
I blink
And wonder can I make this change?
Am I the only one alive now who thinks its strange?
My brain runs on octane, blue flame, and white pain
But regardless unless you're heartless you be feeling the same -
And whether you the type to explain or to start testing ur aim
By sitting idle we're collecting our blame...



RIP ODB - Hope Those angels got yo money

Google Search: Elaine Pagels

Google Search: Elaine Pagels


I think I might have lost my previous post - due to random drunkeness. As such im gonna leave the thoughts in that way to the trash heap of - well to nothing. I did however feel kinda bad about missin all my friends - i gotta hurry up and get back to school - thas a bizarre thing to say.

Google Search: Elaine Pagels

Google Search: Elaine Pagels

Wow. I just had a discussion about God and all that. I need to go read something to settle my mind ykno?