I ain't rappin for God
I ain't rappin for pity
I ain't rappin for profits
I ain't rappin for chicks
I ain't rappin for others
I ain't rappin for money
I ain't rappin for money
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Something someone sent me about something important to me.
so we sit and sip morning cups,
bravado keeping us safe from
no news that is good
news as countless
flames burn across
desert lands and infants wash up on freedom's
shores
before the lawns gets
trimmed and a neighbor your
kids played with hits the
headlines only to be
labeled "a nice guy"
you went to church with,
while his petite
wife sent
memos off reminding all
of the annual bake sale,
sure to raise not quite
enough to paint the barn
but more than too much,
as the Mercedes clearly shows you
three small faces deprived
and hand picked for effective
representation of how your
life
is perfectly fine
given the fact that you do nothing for those in need
and repulsive guilt is the
message intended
to open the escape way for your
soul if you
only send twenty three cents a day
multiplied by three hundred and sixty five days
which in exponential terms
becomes so many numbers (608,637,500.00 to be exact)
that a blinded mass
of self indulgent sinners
looks North as ninety six percent of
the till faces a
fate three small faces would gladly except,
for to be burned up as
quickly, would be the easy way out,
for they do not exist unless a humble man walks
them in to your living room
and force feeds them to you
before you remotely
remember that the big game
is on and you change...the channel
bravado keeping us safe from
no news that is good
news as countless
flames burn across
desert lands and infants wash up on freedom's
shores
before the lawns gets
trimmed and a neighbor your
kids played with hits the
headlines only to be
labeled "a nice guy"
you went to church with,
while his petite
wife sent
memos off reminding all
of the annual bake sale,
sure to raise not quite
enough to paint the barn
but more than too much,
as the Mercedes clearly shows you
three small faces deprived
and hand picked for effective
representation of how your
life
is perfectly fine
given the fact that you do nothing for those in need
and repulsive guilt is the
message intended
to open the escape way for your
soul if you
only send twenty three cents a day
multiplied by three hundred and sixty five days
which in exponential terms
becomes so many numbers (608,637,500.00 to be exact)
that a blinded mass
of self indulgent sinners
looks North as ninety six percent of
the till faces a
fate three small faces would gladly except,
for to be burned up as
quickly, would be the easy way out,
for they do not exist unless a humble man walks
them in to your living room
and force feeds them to you
before you remotely
remember that the big game
is on and you change...the channel
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
What my philosophy teacher said years ago:
"Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Yea right, better to have not loved than to have to deal with losing love." She was right.
Yea I'm gonna quote some girl on Mtv's True Life.
The episode was "I'm a compulsive shopper". THis is what she said:
Boom, some fucking 20 year old rich girl just spoke volumes on this nation's consumer culture
From the very beginning fitting in is what has been very important to me. I get my images from tv and magazines and movies. So i always feel like im reinventing myself to be popular.
Boom, some fucking 20 year old rich girl just spoke volumes on this nation's consumer culture
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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