Sometimes, you just need friends of the Caucasian persuasion to gain access to certain viral gems. This is one of them. This video is absolutely amazing and channels so many emotions that I can't put them into words. So I won't even try to. Just enjoy.
This is almost the same emotions I had when listening to this record.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
12 Play Intermission
Back in the day I used to say "Can I get with you today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to say "Do you mind if we spend a little time?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to walk up to the girls. I'd say "Can I rock your world?"
And they told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
And I used to say "Can I knock your boots today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
But now that I'm all that. You see they used to call me wack
But now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
You see they used to call me stank, but now I'm walking to the bank
And now they tell me "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
I asked 'em time and time again, but now they see me driving in my Benz
And now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to say "Do you mind if we spend a little time?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to walk up to the girls. I'd say "Can I rock your world?"
And they told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
And I used to say "Can I knock your boots today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
But now that I'm all that. You see they used to call me wack
But now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
You see they used to call me stank, but now I'm walking to the bank
And now they tell me "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
I asked 'em time and time again, but now they see me driving in my Benz
And now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
Ink My Whole Body
Stefan sent me this the other day.
I can't rationalize what I was hearing, so I had to do this one bullet point style.
• Church of Body Modifications? No seriously, that’s a church? Do they get tax breaks and stuff that other churches get? Because if so:
• How messed up does your life have to be where you rationalize a nose piercing with making you feel whole? That’s like some “I saw my father kill my mother because she cooked his eggs wrong” type stuff here. She’s seen some stuff that’s out of a bad John Grisham novel. Damn.
• Shoutout to the school that deemed her nose piercing worthy of expulsion. Hard enough getting kids to want to go to school without making them, or the threat of truancy. You get akid who wants to go to school and you kick them out for a nose stud? Dress code? Really?
• It makes me think theres a much larger gap than I thought between teachers and students. That small nose ring shouldn’t bother anyone. The fact that it bothered someone enough to prompt an expulsion is troubling to me.
• Just being real, but if the minister of Church of Body Modifications looked like that, I’d go look for another church to go to. Real talk.
I can't rationalize what I was hearing, so I had to do this one bullet point style.
• Church of Body Modifications? No seriously, that’s a church? Do they get tax breaks and stuff that other churches get? Because if so:
• How messed up does your life have to be where you rationalize a nose piercing with making you feel whole? That’s like some “I saw my father kill my mother because she cooked his eggs wrong” type stuff here. She’s seen some stuff that’s out of a bad John Grisham novel. Damn.
• Shoutout to the school that deemed her nose piercing worthy of expulsion. Hard enough getting kids to want to go to school without making them, or the threat of truancy. You get akid who wants to go to school and you kick them out for a nose stud? Dress code? Really?
• It makes me think theres a much larger gap than I thought between teachers and students. That small nose ring shouldn’t bother anyone. The fact that it bothered someone enough to prompt an expulsion is troubling to me.
• Just being real, but if the minister of Church of Body Modifications looked like that, I’d go look for another church to go to. Real talk.
Off Your Rocker
You should know by now how the good folks here at CWHL feel about nonsense situations. We’ve touched on HNH here in detail. Well, I stumbled across this song and video the other day which left me beyond moved.
It’s about a guy getting with a girl, only to find out her ex is crazier than this guy:
And this guy
combined.
Sure, the whole crazy ex bit seems funny, but it left a different thought with me. I always wondered when was the point in relationships when people became that crazy significant other or the crazy ex. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m very transparent with my feelings and how I carry myself. If I was crazy, you would know it the very first time you met me. There was no transitional period, or no optical illusion when dealing with me. What you see is what you get. I also feel it’s the same way with most people. People seem to pick and choose what they want to see these days. And that’s where HNH comes into play.
Living in Atlanta, there are a huge number of single mothers down here. I don’t have any statistics to back it up, so I won’t try to, but it’s a crazy amount. And when I talk to these females, they always tell me how their child’s father is a deadbeat, or is crazy. Which leads to my follow-up question: “Did he rape you?” If the answer is no, then all my sympathy goes out the window. If you chose to let this deadbeat or crazy dude into your vaginal walls without the use of contraception, there are consequences that come along with that. Namely kids.
How hard is it for females to use better judgment when choosing their sexual partners? I’m willing to bet this no-good, crazy or deadbeat person that you had sexual relations with was no-good or a deadbeat the first moment you met him. You may not have found out the first minute you spoke to him, but I’m guessing there was a probationary period where it became painfully obvious. And you still chose to go along with it. I mean, love is blind, but come on now.
The other alternative scenario is for a one-night stand, in which literally the first impression is the only impression. That’s a whole different kind of HNH though. That could be a separate article whenever I get around to writing it. But I’ll just say this. Don’t let a guy jump straight from high school to the pros and become a #1 draft pick for your love. You may think you’re getting this guy.
When you end up with this guy.
The choice is yours.
It’s about a guy getting with a girl, only to find out her ex is crazier than this guy:
And this guy
combined.
Sure, the whole crazy ex bit seems funny, but it left a different thought with me. I always wondered when was the point in relationships when people became that crazy significant other or the crazy ex. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m very transparent with my feelings and how I carry myself. If I was crazy, you would know it the very first time you met me. There was no transitional period, or no optical illusion when dealing with me. What you see is what you get. I also feel it’s the same way with most people. People seem to pick and choose what they want to see these days. And that’s where HNH comes into play.
Living in Atlanta, there are a huge number of single mothers down here. I don’t have any statistics to back it up, so I won’t try to, but it’s a crazy amount. And when I talk to these females, they always tell me how their child’s father is a deadbeat, or is crazy. Which leads to my follow-up question: “Did he rape you?” If the answer is no, then all my sympathy goes out the window. If you chose to let this deadbeat or crazy dude into your vaginal walls without the use of contraception, there are consequences that come along with that. Namely kids.
How hard is it for females to use better judgment when choosing their sexual partners? I’m willing to bet this no-good, crazy or deadbeat person that you had sexual relations with was no-good or a deadbeat the first moment you met him. You may not have found out the first minute you spoke to him, but I’m guessing there was a probationary period where it became painfully obvious. And you still chose to go along with it. I mean, love is blind, but come on now.
The other alternative scenario is for a one-night stand, in which literally the first impression is the only impression. That’s a whole different kind of HNH though. That could be a separate article whenever I get around to writing it. But I’ll just say this. Don’t let a guy jump straight from high school to the pros and become a #1 draft pick for your love. You may think you’re getting this guy.
When you end up with this guy.
The choice is yours.
Just the Two of Us
I go to church usually twice every Sunday. Once in the morning, which is kinda pointless, and then a second time in the afternoon. The morning session is your standard fare church service. I go to a Methodist church nowadays, so pretty much its one big snore fest. Sure, there might be some huge shining light at the end of the sermon, but usually it’s not. Just an opportunity for me to clear my head and reflect on the events of the past week.
I go in the afternoon to help out with our church’s Youth Group. A collection of middle schoolers and high schoolers who come out on Sunday afternoons to hang out with their friends and get away from their parents for a few hours. Although it kinda started because of someone asking me to help out more with the kids, I’ve grown to love it. Not because I’m teaching them about God. Not because I’m teaching them about virtue and all that other stuff. Not because I overly enjoy their company. And I’m damn sure no pedophile.
I love it because it gives me a firsthand glimpse into the mind of adolescents of this new generation with their guards down in an environment that encourages free speaking about what’s going on in their lives.
When I was in middle school and high school, I didn’t have to deal with half the stuff they deal with. And this isn’t just because I was usually 2 years younger than my classmates. It’s due to this new age of technology that they’re embracing. When I was in 6th grade, I would have no use for a Facebook page. Or a BlogSpot. Or a YouTube account. I didn’t even have a Polaroid camera, so I damn sure wouldn’t have a camcorder to film me and my friends “jerkin”.
In this age where the kids are bombarded with everything at a much faster rate, they’re desensitized to a lot of things that were risqué to me when I was growing up. But they aren’t necessarily maturing any faster. There’s a difference. And this difference leads to a much bigger problem that I don’t think we’re adequately addressing in society.
Children spend 8 hrs a day sleeping, 8 hrs at school with their teachers, and 8 hrs in-between. This is eating, socializing, interacting with their parents, and transportation times. Depending on the kid’s economic situation, this could also include working. But there’s no designated parenting time. There’s no one to monitor what sites these kids are going on, or to give them those talks about what kinds of things they should be exposing themselves too.
I went to a restaurant today to watch my beloved Dolphins play and while there I noticed a family of 3: mother, father, and son. The father was there on his laptop, probably checking fantasy football scores and whatnot. The mother was there staring at the father like “Please acknowledge my presence honey”*. And the son was in-between the two, pretty much left to his own devices. Which so happened to be a cell phone and the TV screens around him. That situation represents what a lot of these kids are facing. He’s not getting the nurturing he needs from those whose life he depends on and will ultimately end up deciding their fate when they get older and he is given the reigns to being one of the law-abiding citizens. He ends up having to maneuver blindly on his own. With his only teachers being TV and the Internet.
I’m not saying that all kids are destined to fail, but all parents are destined to fail. Unless changes are made. Until I have kids of my own, I won’t know what the right way to raise kids is. But I damn sure know when I see people doing it wrong.
*The chick was there with her husband for a solid hour that I was there and he acknowledged her presence zero times. Zero times. But I feel zero sympathy for her. She chose that situation. If this guy reacts to her like that in public, I’m willing to bet my left testicle that he treats her like that at home. If you’re a coach and you approach each game like “Just don’t lose”, you won’t win many games. She’s accepted not losing before, and unless some serious change happens, she will continue to not try to lose. And not try to win either.
I'll use any excuse to show that clip. Sue me.
I go in the afternoon to help out with our church’s Youth Group. A collection of middle schoolers and high schoolers who come out on Sunday afternoons to hang out with their friends and get away from their parents for a few hours. Although it kinda started because of someone asking me to help out more with the kids, I’ve grown to love it. Not because I’m teaching them about God. Not because I’m teaching them about virtue and all that other stuff. Not because I overly enjoy their company. And I’m damn sure no pedophile.
I love it because it gives me a firsthand glimpse into the mind of adolescents of this new generation with their guards down in an environment that encourages free speaking about what’s going on in their lives.
When I was in middle school and high school, I didn’t have to deal with half the stuff they deal with. And this isn’t just because I was usually 2 years younger than my classmates. It’s due to this new age of technology that they’re embracing. When I was in 6th grade, I would have no use for a Facebook page. Or a BlogSpot. Or a YouTube account. I didn’t even have a Polaroid camera, so I damn sure wouldn’t have a camcorder to film me and my friends “jerkin”.
In this age where the kids are bombarded with everything at a much faster rate, they’re desensitized to a lot of things that were risqué to me when I was growing up. But they aren’t necessarily maturing any faster. There’s a difference. And this difference leads to a much bigger problem that I don’t think we’re adequately addressing in society.
Children spend 8 hrs a day sleeping, 8 hrs at school with their teachers, and 8 hrs in-between. This is eating, socializing, interacting with their parents, and transportation times. Depending on the kid’s economic situation, this could also include working. But there’s no designated parenting time. There’s no one to monitor what sites these kids are going on, or to give them those talks about what kinds of things they should be exposing themselves too.
I went to a restaurant today to watch my beloved Dolphins play and while there I noticed a family of 3: mother, father, and son. The father was there on his laptop, probably checking fantasy football scores and whatnot. The mother was there staring at the father like “Please acknowledge my presence honey”*. And the son was in-between the two, pretty much left to his own devices. Which so happened to be a cell phone and the TV screens around him. That situation represents what a lot of these kids are facing. He’s not getting the nurturing he needs from those whose life he depends on and will ultimately end up deciding their fate when they get older and he is given the reigns to being one of the law-abiding citizens. He ends up having to maneuver blindly on his own. With his only teachers being TV and the Internet.
I’m not saying that all kids are destined to fail, but all parents are destined to fail. Unless changes are made. Until I have kids of my own, I won’t know what the right way to raise kids is. But I damn sure know when I see people doing it wrong.
*The chick was there with her husband for a solid hour that I was there and he acknowledged her presence zero times. Zero times. But I feel zero sympathy for her. She chose that situation. If this guy reacts to her like that in public, I’m willing to bet my left testicle that he treats her like that at home. If you’re a coach and you approach each game like “Just don’t lose”, you won’t win many games. She’s accepted not losing before, and unless some serious change happens, she will continue to not try to lose. And not try to win either.
I'll use any excuse to show that clip. Sue me.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Patron & Swag
They say “Bob, why not put the guitar down & rap?”
It’s easier to sing & put my soul on a track ‘cause the media has made a competition outta rap
So constantly they comparing me to Three Stacks
I try to grow freely but they hold me to my past saying the music that I’m making doesn’t appeal to the mass
Hmm
What am I to do about that when the syndicated radio is only playing trash?
Every single song is the same ol’ track about Patron, Patron, Patron & swag, swag, swag, Patron & swag
And the whole hood singing “Patron & swag”
And everybody wonder why the kids so bad ‘cause the only thing that they know is Patron & swag
It’s easier to sing & put my soul on a track ‘cause the media has made a competition outta rap
So constantly they comparing me to Three Stacks
I try to grow freely but they hold me to my past saying the music that I’m making doesn’t appeal to the mass
Hmm
What am I to do about that when the syndicated radio is only playing trash?
Every single song is the same ol’ track about Patron, Patron, Patron & swag, swag, swag, Patron & swag
And the whole hood singing “Patron & swag”
And everybody wonder why the kids so bad ‘cause the only thing that they know is Patron & swag
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Everybody Lookin 4 Somethin
They ask for favors on the daily man, I can’t take a step without somebody looking for something, ‘bout to beg my ass to death
Got a partner wanna ride, a lil cuz that wanna rap. Another partner want some bread but he don’t ever pay you back
I got a partner wanna stay a couple days and he’ll be out. It’s been years and that lazy ass nigga still on my couch
Smoke more weed than the weedman could even fucking grow and he always asking “Hey, can you take this piss test for me bro?”
I met this lady at the store that wants a dollar. I said I need a fucking dollar too, so if you find one bitch holla
Hey cuz, I need to see your gun for a minute. I need to go shoot this nigga right quick but I promise I’ll bring it right back
Hey Tre, hit me up. I know you on the road with Bob man. I wanna know if I can borrow your big screen for the game next week. Hit me up on my mama phone, my Metro off
I know this chick that say she wanna get married before she 30 and if not she gon’ kill herself when she turn 30
I asked was she for real, she said yeah, I said you stupid. Matter fact, here go a pistol dumb bitch, go head and do it
I got this lil partner keep hollering he wanna be set and get rich. I asked what his plan, he said he don’t know yet
He said I’ll probably stack up some dimes and hit the dope trap. I said you’ll probably end up in prison, I hope you know that
Hey big bruh, hit me up. I’m up here at rent-a-center, I need a cosigner. I need to borrow your social security number right quick. Hit me back ASAP
Got a partner wanna ride, a lil cuz that wanna rap. Another partner want some bread but he don’t ever pay you back
I got a partner wanna stay a couple days and he’ll be out. It’s been years and that lazy ass nigga still on my couch
Smoke more weed than the weedman could even fucking grow and he always asking “Hey, can you take this piss test for me bro?”
I met this lady at the store that wants a dollar. I said I need a fucking dollar too, so if you find one bitch holla
Hey cuz, I need to see your gun for a minute. I need to go shoot this nigga right quick but I promise I’ll bring it right back
Hey Tre, hit me up. I know you on the road with Bob man. I wanna know if I can borrow your big screen for the game next week. Hit me up on my mama phone, my Metro off
I know this chick that say she wanna get married before she 30 and if not she gon’ kill herself when she turn 30
I asked was she for real, she said yeah, I said you stupid. Matter fact, here go a pistol dumb bitch, go head and do it
I got this lil partner keep hollering he wanna be set and get rich. I asked what his plan, he said he don’t know yet
He said I’ll probably stack up some dimes and hit the dope trap. I said you’ll probably end up in prison, I hope you know that
Hey big bruh, hit me up. I’m up here at rent-a-center, I need a cosigner. I need to borrow your social security number right quick. Hit me back ASAP
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