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Music brings people together in so many ways. Case in point I haven't talk to my ex boyfriend/ex fiance/ex fuck buddy (yes all one person) in like a month. All because my "best friend" wanted to get involved in my personal life. But anyway I happened to be featured on a track he was supposed to be on. I recorded it yesterday. He has been telling me "good work" since this morning (New Year's Day). Oh did I mention I was playin the part of a sexaholic? I was moaning throwing in sum choice phrases like...you gotta wait to hear the song. I actually did rap but because of time constrâints niggas cut 8 of my 16 bars. Why did that feel so good with him teaching me how to deliver? Why did he have be one mixing it down? Why it felt like old times? Why I love this little nigga so much? It felt good to come together about music besides the old why you fucking this wack bitch, why niggas in our business, beating each other senseless in the lobby and various different schemes we cook up together. All that smiling, directing, praising that shit was tight. I know its gonna be good this year

Then I went to pops house

And in less than 12 hours of my first show

Listened to light of the life of crime like 60 billion times (totally enamored with the live band production)



Ate 3 bowls of Capt. Crunch and lit my ass on fire

Watching But I'm a Cheerleader



Want attention from.....I guess we getting along better (After the Ike and Tina rendition in the Lobby, the foyer and the damn incinerator room. Hey its not domestic abuse if he has a slick Harlem nigga mouth) sorry



Finished my outfit I look original to say the least



You like?




Got to smoke an L

Finish memorizing the verse lol (aint nothing change)

Black Kid's Fairytale

It's going to be the best poem I've ever written. I was inspired by The Complete Grimm's Fairytales. Most people think there are only like 10 or so Fairytales; Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood (It's Little Red Cap in the book), Snow White, Rapunzel and Thumbalina. In actuality there are about 210. My poem is basically referances to all of them. I dont know if I want to tie in several stories or focus on one main chracter. But I'm laying the groundwork.

Last Random Night of Summer 2k8 (S and G)

If you aint know I'm an E.G. denizen....the only condos in Harlem with crackheads and a pool lol



I guess gentrification makes me look sexy









Silky had like 25 groupies



we love the kids



repping WORDSTOCK...I'm the first lady



ran into my daddy he did a double shift



we had a photoshoot with a crackhead





got sum dutches from Nose (deli man)



vandalized a vending machine



walked on the wild side



got wet



swung on sum poles



waited for assholes

Don't Sleep on Nas

First off I dont have a problem with the word nigger. Never did. Even before I found out that
1. In Brazil calling a woman a nigga is compliment
2. In Kemmet an ancient language "nighar" translates to "to God"
3. In Senegal "nigger" has always meant friend
4. The Buddha studied from a group of dark skinned asians called "niggers"
5. "Nigger" "Nigga" "Nighar" translates into several languages througout Afrika and Asia as "all knowing"

So it gets me tight when people make ruckuses about words that they do not even study...duh

Coney Island

The only thing I dont like about Coney Island is the the trip out there




but if you wid friends its trillz





you already know im a freak for bright colors esp. PINK




I look sexy in the sand.....





I really do

Good Lovin (Cant Keep Still)

So I'm still high drunk and sick from yesterday






then the phone rings




C: Wats good? you aint talking to me?
G: Thought you wasnt talking to me
C: Hop in a cab yo I miss you
G: Miss me, thats it?
C: I dont like saying that word ma you know that (ref. love)
G: Saying it to too many bitches. Wearin yo tongue out...
C: Sound like yo mama....yo come over hear stop acting up




So I'm trying to be strong


G: Gotta go to work
C: You want me to reimbrse you for your time Relle (I know he gettin mad when he start calling me my gov.t)
G: Don't want your money



C: Watever ur problem is can we talk about it over here I aint seen you in a week
G: Who fault that?
C: I be BUSY!!
G: Aight I'm hopping in a cab (so much for the power of saying "no")

But I had to get flyy first so I got sum DCs




walk the dog




then I hopped into a cab




$31.50 later I'm in Queens

first we start arguing real slow and sarcastic like like we always do (no need to yell). Then I rolled a spliff to calm down. He start kissing on me. I ease off go into the kitchen pour sum Henny...needless to say we made up. He pissed me off tho, he admitted he cheated but he stopped after he got me pregnant like Setember-ish, that was around the time we started boning anyway. He pressed me if I had cheated on him and I told him the truth. But he knew who I was talking wid last summer cuz I told him, and there wasnt much sex, I was gettin sum good neck tho. And neither one of us thought it would last so last summer dont count, anyway.

G: What about them high maintenance bitches? (ref. Gucci and Channel clad bitches round the corner)
C: Yea what about them (disgusted like)
G: You aint never fuck them
C: No. They aint all that see them bitches on a Sunday morning when they trying to get they wig done. At least when you take your shit out u still look like a female...

After we had several interlocked conversation. We know where we at as far as fucking around on the side, who was fucked while we were together and neither one of us trying to do that (anymore, at least thats wat we said). I know when people be trying to mislead me. I know I'm the only chick that knows a reasonable amount of his info. I could go into what the title imples but I dont feel like explaining and I'm not posting any pics.

I love my baby.
Love is fucking war, I got the t shirt...

Dont be mad cuz I can dance...

There was like this little dancehall contest last night some other gal one, i was runner up but the other chick was looking sick out the face. I just came to dance not to make a scene. So I went bout my bizness smoking my L. When I went in the bathroom she came in after me but I was already in the toilet and this was how it went...
Lame bitch: She had to be a stripper cuz u only where them types of thongs when u dancing i been to strip clubs before
Her friend: Yeah thats the only reason. She move around like she having a seizure. She kept covering her lightr when she was lighting her blunt like she was outside. Crackheads do that...
(I comes out, washes my hand, dry it, look at them through the mirror and say)
"Yeah you can only get this if you dance...." bent over so they could see the design good, then I walked out. I'm not fighting bitches no more. I'm ENLIGHTENED

FYI: when u stand close to the speakers it blow the lighter out

Me and B

Its like a ritual. She get her thug on I gets my dance on. Everybody kno us by Lil and Big Sister. All the shorties buy us drinks first. The DJ scream our names as soon as we walk in (blowing us up). We dance all night. Sometimes on the speakers. Bud's is my favorite club for a couple of reasons 1)Its nearby 2)Its a yard affair always 3) you can smoke. Friday night is all bout that cab, that piff, them lights and my sister. Love you Byina. Ebony too.

Intellectual Terrorist (check out my homeboy website truthzonetv.com) get skooled

Today I woke up and walked the streets of Harlem. Seen the hustlers in they Murmonts running from cops, the neighborhood dope fiend kneeling painfully to his shoes and the little ones running around gettin spoonfuls of Dipset and no knowledge of self. And the pain of my people (black, white, latino) was clear to me.
I have a problem with public education, public housing, police patrolling my hood because the white folk came, devout Muslims and Christians that fuck up the earth, the HIV/AIDS myth, Barack Obama, the 800 empty containment camps scattered throughout the country, homelessness in the richest nation in history and the recession that will make the Great Depression look like a field trip......I'll stop there.
And it was like it was written in the sky and I had to go to the sun to reach it (which is attainable). I'm going to be an intellectual terroist. Word. Spread fear with the knowledge. The only people this information will hurt is the people that have control over our collective brown and pale asses. If the people knew what the powers that be knew they would pick up weapons. And granted I dont want to people to get hurt but I can't speak for my cohorts.
I'm now reading up on ancient religions (debunking Christianity), assinations of famous freedon fighters, welfare, the FDA, Ronald Reagan, "incurable diseases" and the royal bloodlines from Sumeria that are directly linked to Babylon, Ancient Rome, European courts in Europe and 32 U.S. presidents in addition to many other things. I will be posting random stuff on my blog as I investigate more. Feel free to read and go to my peeps website listed above.(Don't worry I will still have sum drama in my blog for all you hood rats lol love you Low and Judy)
Can you imagine everyone getting free in your or your child's lifetime? It will happen. I'm a Pisces we know these things. I won't see it though. The powers that be make ppl like myself fade away. But I'll be looking down from Heaven wherever that is lol laughing at them snakefaced bastards getting they head popped (oh damn Harlem just jumped out of me)


Mantra for the day: I will be positive and not pick up an Uzi to settle my disputes with the powers that be


**chuch**

Considering rappers? They are users maybe like 90% of them

I was dealing with this dude last summer nothing too exclusive. He was a rapper. I thought he was crazy as hell but had a method to his madness. I am always critical as hell to dudes who are trying to fuck me. He was always telling me he was drawn to my strength. He liked the fact that he could step on any block in Harlem with me and niggas gave me respect. But we would just chill and smoke and go to listening parties together.
He would tell me he was a virgin and thought it was cute. I still wasnt gonna fuck him. I'm just suspicious like that, but those suspicions didnt stop me from letting him eat the snatch (he had really pretty pink lips). And im thinking to myself this dude ate my pussy 2 weeks after he met me. Maybe like 2 weeks later he was trying to get at my homegirl then I found out they was kissing at my best friends birthday party.
So I realized that I could only fuck with him on a professional level. Cuz I also found out that
He tried to fuck my best friend before he met me, went to school with another chick I knew then tried to make out with her in front of me at my mentors house. Out of no where he starts giving me the cold shoulder but always in my face when I'm lighting a spliff. Matter fact he always asking me to sponsor HIS HABIT and buy weed from my cousin. A couple of times he has come to my house use my computer and just dipped barely saying 2 words to me. Swears he is celibate and is not gonna fuck with nobody and pop up with a wifey.
But the topping on the cake was when he brought sum horse face bitch into my mentor house introduced her to me and started kissing her in my face. He a fuckin dog. And i wouldnt have written this but I feel like bitches is trying to smite me. DONT B A KEYBOARD GANGSTER!

I'm a pothead NOT a dusthead

When I came up with the term Chasing the White Dragon, I didn't know that 1) it was a previously used term and 2) that it means to inhale opium vapors from an open flame. So you imagine my surprise and chagrin when one of my bitches asked me if I was a dope fiend. I can understand her concern (I dont need to be imbibing anymore "illegal" substances as it is) and she thinks that all artists (poets, painters, writers, rappers, etc.) are junkies at the end of the day. I explained to her my intentions and she was good money. But due to this misunderstanding I'm going to break it down the way I see it so that no one else has any more notions about my drug abuse or lack therof.
Basically Chasing=seeking, White=pure, Dragon=free inhibited natural spirit. I am seeking the pure free spirit that resides in me once I clear out all the negativity of my concious mind. I get closer to this goal as I meditate, using my innate instinct, gain greater body wisdom and retreat into natural habitats. 2k8 and forever is always going to be about self spirituality, treating all people better even if I hate them, abandaning all things and people that bring me pain, and keeping positivity in my hind- and foresight.
Betcha never thought a pothead was so deep...kick rocks suckas