Friday morning I stared at my Twitter feed in utter disbelief. MCA had lost his battle with cancer. Damn! This is no way to begin my weekend…*sigh*… I RT (re-tweet for those unfamiliar with “Twitterverse lexicon”) each and every RIP, tribute, quote, video clip, or what have you that…
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My 2 favorite aunts & Grandma.
Ask me about the art of elevating your performance under unfortunate circumstances.
They’ve been doing that since September 12th, 1994. 2:58 am to be exact.
Happy Mother’s Day. I never expected y’all to replace her. But y’all make it seem like she just went on vacation.
“Go make your transition. Your boys will be fine.”
That’s how you operate on the highest frequency.
LOVE.
A mother’s love so strong, even though I was in her presence for only 8 years & 9 months, she loved me enough to keep me going when I felt there wasn’t a reason to. Every tear I shed for her has turned into fuel. The man I am today is a reflection of all the lives she touched, the characteristics we share & the foundation on which we we were able to build lovingly with those we care about.
If you ask me what love is at this point of my life, these images are the first things that comes to mind.
And it reminds me of how powerful mothers are.
They’re the vessel of humanity. The first teachers of the child. The first one to show us what LOVE is about.
Those lessons of LOVE I’m re-learning as an adult. And it’s making me a better man.
Thank You, Mama. Keep me & those we love protected against all weapons formed against the LOVE we base our lives on.
I can only hope the Goddess who blesses me with seeds will continue the tradition of excellence you’ve set fourth.
Ok let me understand this correctly:
1. Slavery isn’t white people’s faults, because black people captured and sold each other.
2. Continued slavery wasn’t white people’s fault, because black people were ignorant and needed white people to “lift them up”
3. The white violence during the…
They say the good die young, in the hood where I’m from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, “Love me please,”
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I’m thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood’s dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn’t that count for somethin?
I was told I’d amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O’s
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain’t your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, ‘X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
Feel this hit, bangin’ in your residential district
Presidential chipped out canary rock sizzlin’
Mary hot pop crisp shorty got this
Fly angel, my dreams of a queen came true
In this land that’s dark, if you my man, then you my heart
I’ll blast for you, need bail put up tha cash for you
Girls who mad loyal die for you, leave ‘em if they actin’ too fly for you
All up in yo mix then in somebody else six
Quick to put yo name in some murder one shit
I’m not the one cheatin’ on you, or beatin’ on you
Cause I’m laid back you thought that I was sleepin’ on you,
Real love make a ill thug feel bugged
Nas analyze are you trustworthy by the looks on your eyes
Stay wit me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we realy need is love strictly
Feel this hit, bangin’ in your residential district
Presidential chipped out canary rock sizzlin’
Mary hot pop crisp shorty got this
Fly angel, my dreams of a queen came true
In this land that’s dark, if you my man, then you my heart
I’ll blast for you, need bail put up tha cash for you
Girls who mad loyal die for you, leave ‘em if they actin’ too fly for you
All up in yo mix then in somebody else six
Quick to put yo name in some murder one shit
I’m not the one cheatin’ on you, or beatin’ on you
Cause I’m laid back you thought that I was sleepin’ on you,
Real love make a ill thug feel bugged
Nas analyze are you trustworthy by the looks on your eyes
Stay wit me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we realy need is love strictly
Feel this hit, bangin’ in your residential district
Presidential chipped out canary rock sizzlin’
Mary hot pop crisp shorty got this
Fly angel, my dreams of a queen came true
In this land that’s dark, if you my man, then you my heart
I’ll blast for you, need bail put up tha cash for you
Girls who mad loyal die for you, leave ‘em if they actin’ too fly for you
All up in yo mix then in somebody else six
Quick to put yo name in some murder one shit
I’m not the one cheatin’ on you, or beatin’ on you
Cause I’m laid back you thought that I was sleepin’ on you,
Real love make a ill thug feel bugged
Nas analyze are you trustworthy by the looks on your eyes
Stay wit me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we realy need is love strictly
ATTN: Everyone in the VA area, especially Chesapeake and Norfolk, PLEASE read this and pass it on via Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, etc. Even if you are not in the VA area. Please. This is my sister and she is missing, and we just want her home.
WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES?!?!?????!
Brothers is getting shot over BUS FARE. BUS FARE!
Outrage isn’t even the word anymore. Soul-wrenching is more appropriate.
I’m running out of tears, man….
About me
NYC Constituent.Hispaniola/African Descendant.
Writer.
Proud Product Of Hip Hop.
Anti-Oppression.
Future Activist/Teacher.
Chronic Enthusiast.
Basketball Lifer.
Recovering Sneaker Addict.
Bookworm.
