Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Ode to Sunshine

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin at me
That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that!
Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever..
I'll mourn forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

It's fucked up girl..

Tuesday, May 6, 2008


Lord it's so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way
Many are blind and cannot find
The truth cause no one seems to really know
But I won't accept that this is how it's gon' be
Devil you gotta let me and my people go
Cause I wanna be free, completely free
Lord won't you please come and save me
I wanna be free, totally free
I'm not gon' let this world worry me

Monday, May 5, 2008

The Sweetest Thing......memories

The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn't get so weak
Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you're in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black
Fingertips on the small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious, precious, precious dark skin tone
It was the...AhI tried to explainAh...but baby, it's in vain
Speaking on my mother's phone
The touching makes me think I'm grown, (you ain't grown)
Sweet prince of the ghetto
Your kisses taste like armoretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I'm, I'm not alone

Friday, May 2, 2008

The Problem is Choice

Mark Twain once said that "twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do." I've always been a huge fan of Mr. Twain, not only do we share the same birthday but I feel we share the same sense of humor and ideals. that being said, the previous quote is always a constant in my mind. Most people regard having choices as a good thing, though a severely limited or artificially restricted choice can lead to discomfort with choosing and possibly, an unsatisfactory outcome. In contrast, unlimited choice may lead to confusion, regret of the alternatives not taken, and indifference in an unstructured existence; and the illusion that choosing an object or a course leads necessarily to control of that object or course can cause psychological problems. I don't want to have regrets when my final day has come to an end. As I am typing this I am struggling with a decision that will have enormous consequences. At this stage in my life I am more concerned about whats best for me than what maybe the right thing to do. Considering all the factors, its hard to lean to any one side. Ahhh the paradox of choice. The one thing that God gave us that we may never fully understand. As Neo so eloquently put it, the problem is choice. It is true that we can never see past the choices we make in life, regardless of how much mental processing and critical thinking we do. Damn! I wish I had an Oracle to help me. Come what may, I am determine to make the best of whatever happens.