So, today is May 5th. When I woke up this morning I had nothing more than thoughts of foolish acts and enough liqour to make me forget about what I did. But as my luck would have it…. it didnt turn out that way.
I was minding my own business on the Washington, D.C. subway/metro system when something outrageous occurred. I witness Americans discriminating against a Muslim woman who was merely seeking help to get to another metro station. She was no taller than about 5’5, 5’6 at the most, and between the ages of 48 to 54. She posted no threats whatsoever. When I tell you that I was soooo disgusted that I had to step in and do my part….. you cant even imagine what was going on in my soul. As a black woman it clicked, as an American I was ashamed, and as a human I felt compelled to do whatever I could. All of this just 2 days after the news broke that Osama bin Laden was killed.
I went to twitter and I posted the following status: “Dear Muslim woman dressed in full attire, I saw the looks we got on the metro as I helped you find Van Doren. I now understand.” Immediately upon writing that I wrote, “Pardon me….. I am inspired to write a poem.” And I did.
Work was not a concern of me at the moment. I took to my computer and wrote the following poem:
Muslim Angel
By: 2Deep the Poetess (www.2deepuncensored.wordpress.com)
May 5, 2011
Rush Hour
Dim light
The sound of the hustle and bustle of destined feet rush by
Head bobbing to the rhythm of modern complacency
Conformed to public transportation etiquette
Confined
Blending
Silenced
Until
Muslim angel,
Because such a thing exists,
Dressed in full, all white garb
Hijab edges outlined in sea-foam blue,
Magnifying her faith 10 times over,
Wonders towards me in a 5th attempt to gain assistance
Previous attempts brushed off by head turns
Flaps of Express newspapers in response to her
Popping like bullets of insults
As headlines of Osama’s demise dangle in her face
As if to say, “Look at what we can do to your kind, here inAmerica”
I saw this
In that moment, I was not proud to be an American
If this was, in fact, the way an American should act
I knew it was not her Farsi trained tongue exercising broken English
That made them ignore her requests
I understood her just fine
“Help me”, sprang from her lips
And translated to comprehension via my eyes
Before I even removed my headphones
I asked if she could repeat herself
“Good Morning”, she said
“Help me, please.
Van Doren.”
Without second thought I took the metro map out of her hand
Took her hand in my other and said, “Follow me.
I will take you.”
A gasp schoolyard bullied its way out of the throat of the Caucasian woman standing next to me
Eavesdropping getting the best of her
My original mission of getting to work on time escaping me
This was bigger than me
Something greater inside of me whispered
“Do not let go of her hand.”
And I obeyed
Seemingly safe within the metal cage
Transporting civilians into the breast of the Confederacy
Older Black woman sang disgust
Like a house nigger gawking
As if I was a field nigger threatening to bring mud into the big house
Exercising her Jim Crow
Removing herself from the front of the car, next to us, to sit elsewhere
Muslim Angel and I stuck out like sore thumbs
Comparison to Freedom Bus rides
We sat front seat at society’s counter
Demanding we be served respect
Express newspaper under my thigh
Feeling guilty for seeking out current events
For today I now knew
I was not proud to be an American
She was I and I was she
And here we sat
Traveling to a place where only one of us knew how to get to
Me to Van Doren
She to a place where she could brave the prejudice and still keep her chin high while seeking help
She needing to know what I knew and vice versa
Yet we sat in silence
Communicating through squeezed palms
Praying to one another for remaining true to who they were
And though she spoke Farsi and I English
We both managed, somehow, to speak human
And we continued to hold on to one another
“Next stop Van Doren”, rang over the intercom
Promised land for her and I
As I walked her out to the platform of her destination
Allah shook God’s hand
Hugged
And said many thanks
All the while I noticed we never said bye
Never shared names
Yet knowing we were sisters just the same
Understanding our coexistence in the midst of those who merely exist
I hope that you enjoyed the poem. I want to hear your thoughts on it. Your thoughts on the situation and anything else that you have to say. I pray that there are other people out there who think like I do and would have done the same thing.
Okay, after last week’s episode I really just want to set Fab’s balls on fire! but since I would get arrested for such an attempt, I will just say that he is not a real man. Not much else I can say…ready for this week’s episode. Oh Yeh, Olivia’s manager…. he’s still a bitch! Let these people talk. GROW THE FUCK UP! Okay…showtime.
Take 2 in 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, #MyMicSoundsNice Check 2
So, I was soooooo shocked when I found out that this was the Finale?!!!! Didnt I JUST start dogging this show out a few weeks ago? Isn’t SOmaya still a no name wannabe? Olivia a scared cling-on who sings beautifully? Emily the main side chick to Fab? Chrissy the headstrong rich in-house wifey?
Okay, Mama Jones…..sitcho (yes, sitcho) Frankie-looking behind back, no disrespect….let this man live his life. And did Mama Jones just say that Chrissy didn’t know how to be family “orien-tated”? Families have orientations now?
I simply LOVE Chrissy’s red shoes!!!!!!!! Her style is on point at times.
Okay… Jim needs to teach a class on how to treat your woman. This walk and hotel room is gorgeous and sexy!
And I know that I don’t know everything that is going on in their relationship…..btu from the snippet of what I see, this man is showing you the way that HE loves you. Not the way you want him to love you, but the way that he KNOWS how to love. The ONLY time you should complain is if he isn’t loving you the way you NEED to be loved. Wanting and Needing him to love you a certain way are two totally different things. Pick your battles.
Okay, I am all for a strong black woman, but Chrissy is making it hard for the rest of us. Honey, you never give a man an ultimatum. I repeat, you NEVER give a man an ultimatum!!!!! You played your hand and gave him the power when you stepped out of your role and proposed to him. If he wasnt moving at your pace….take a break and if he wants you…he will find you. BUT I SWEAR IF I SEE YOU IN THE STREET I AM PUNCHING YOU IN THE THROAT!!!!!! Strong women dont propose to a man! WHERE FUCK DO THEY DO THAT AT?!!!!! We are strong enough to make the man come to us, and if the one we want doesnt come, move on to the next one. If he doesnt know if he wants to marry you after 6 years, then nothing you can say will make him marry you in another two if he doesnt damn well please. OH MY BLOOD IS BOILING BECAUSE OF THIS!
Ummmmm, Mashonda seems to smile every time that Emily comes and tells her that her relationship with Fab is shaky. I am not saying she is happy to hear the news, but she does have this subtle grin on her face. If I’m lying…replay the tape. Maybe it is just the way her face is, either way…a smile/smirk is on her face.
What is up with Somaya and this pleather, pink crop jacket? That jacket is so small that it looks like her breasts are being smothered by a pack of fruity Bubbalicious bubble gum. And I wish that Somaya would stop hyping Jim Jones like that. See how yall gas people up. You were NOT gonna get mirked on television while the cameras were on. Point. Blank. Period. So please, stop testing my intelligence with your television thug act. If he wanted to mirk you because he was a REAL thug, fuck a camera….he would be behind bars right now. End of story. So, not that we have all of this phony bullshit out of the way… NEXT! *Proceeds to buy Somaya clothes that fit her*
I am still laughing on the inside that Mama Jones is rocking a shirt that says, ” Idaho?” lmao! REALLY?!!!! She wants Chrissy to give Jim a baby? Tell that negro to marry her and she will give him a baby. That’s how I see it. So until your son is ready to make it official so that his child wont be a bastard child….you wont get a grandchild.
I need to have a sleepover at my house with my girls. I mean, damn! This sleepover should have been called Breast Fest.But I find it hilarious that Chrissy is in a onesie with the footies…lls. And wait….did Emily just say that she thought that most of Fab’s songs were about her? Which one? PLEASE LET ME KNOW so I can go back and analyze.
Wait…that’s it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My conclusion on the entire season? Ummmm, I am just as confused now as I was when I first started watching. I want our celebs to do better for themselves. They have been allotted the opportunity to have a better life than most and they are still behaving as if they live in the projects and push a hood-rich decked-out Honda. I expect more. I feel like they are wasting what they have. Again, I say they are nothing but glorified niggers. You will only make me change my opinion when they change their behavior. Not asking them to be role models, but I am asking them to do better for themselves. I have a feeling that they will be back for a second season. By then, I pray that these women will learn to step their self-esteems up a notch to the point where they wont have to wait on a man, cling to a group, complain about a man, and claim to be more than what they are. I pray that some things happen in the meantime. I know it wont be worth entertainment for them to improve themselves, but I do pray for them to improve.
Okay, you all should already know that I am on pins and needles to write about this show. Today has proven to be a good day in the first place. First…. I freed up some space in my daily planner, watched some people act unprofessional in the wake of that decision…and then I purchased a Nook. Yes, a Nook! Forget the ignant (yes, ignant) sons of bitches in the day…the Nook took the cake. And then I hosted a poetry open mic that had the best audience ever!!! I mean, I have been blessed with the best audiences lately…but I digress.
Okay… too much excitement going on in the course of my day to recap you, so you will have to click the links above. Let’s get to the goods!
Take 2 in 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, #Proposal
So, I must confess in my rather sober state….Chrissy is slowly growing on me. But dont repeat it. This is between you and I…okay.
DAMN!!!!! Mama Jones’ face just hit the floor with that proposal. If I could film Nancy’s face…. I would sell it on eBay. Awwwwwww but Jim said yeh!!!! Awwww, my heart goes out to him and Chrissy. He is such a man’s man. And yes…. I agree with Chrissy, “what the fuck does ‘I’m witchu’ mean?” Jimmy… you didn’t say yes you will marry her. But I disagree with Chrissy, I will wait for my guy to propose to me. I’ll never propose to a guy.
And why is it that Nancy is punking everyone? How come no one can hold her back? She weighs all of 2 nuts sacks and a crack pipe…but no one can control or block her? LMAO!!! That was just funny to watch. And Nancy, with all due respect…parents arent always told, they are sometimes surprised like everyone else. And the only time the parents are told is if the son is asking for the daughter’s hand in marriage. This is unconventional, hence the unconventional method of not telling the parent.
LMAO! Jimmy said “I’m still here. My clothes are still upstairs” lmao! I like the way he thinks. He put Chrissy’s complaining in perspective. And then…. CHRISSY!!!!! Chrissy, boo, don’t give a man an ultimatum. YOU proposed to HIM!!! If he would have said no in front of everyone you would have been hurt and embarrassed. So he saved face and then you need to wait and give him time to accept what you placed on his table. Dont rush it now.
Now….First off, last time we heard Somaya’s song, it wasnt finished…and now she somehow found the money to do a video? Who is funding this? Not to be all up in her purse straps like that, but is she still sleeping in the loft above the studio? And wow… Emily just can’t get enough of the drama…. I would have stayed away from Somaya. Point. Blank. Period. And yeh, this whole entire going on the internet to start a beef. Be the bigger woman, take the higher road and let the shit be. I hate simple-minded females who wont accept that they were wrong, and they get a whole bunch of other simple minded females to back them up. Grow up!!!!! That’s about a stupid as people writing subliminal Facebook statuses about people they are mad about…lol. When you are right, you live with that. You let the hater shit roll off your back and you keep it going. Only basic bitches harbor on that stuff. It is quite comical if you ask me. But…..I digress.
And JIM AND THIS NEW SONG…… PRICELESS!!! This song about Chrissy is amazing!!! And the way that Jim confesses his love on National TV…. I continue to applaud him for being a man. I can not say that enough.
Wow!!! Fabolous didn’t even want to be in the family portrait with them just because the cameras were going to be around. And I am not going to talk about anyone’s kid…but her son is in need of a time out. And Fab didn’t even pick up the phone when she called? Wow….. I want to sympathize with her because her home life isn’t the prettiest…or at least that is how it is portrayed…but I have a problem with women who just wont get up and leave. Not to compare, but I will….Jim kisses, loves, and confesses his love for Chrissy in damn near EVERY episode of this show. His boys may pick on him, Olivia may joke, but that doesn’t make Jim any less of a man. Hell, it makes him sexy as hell and a model for what real men should do when they are in love. So, if Fab loves Emily… why can’t he step out into the light and claim his family? I really have a problem with this Skeletor looking motherfucker right now. I will send prayers of strength out to Emily, because no one deserves to be treated like that. She better start raising her Kelly Pitts emergency funds.
Okay, so I know that Rich is upset….but for a man to go off on a woman for ANY reason….you are not a man. Again….Rich, with your trying to be hard as hell bullshit….let it go. You are feeding into this. The fact that you are getting upset about a no name wanna be rapper is proving that she has the power to get under your skin. POW! She wins!!! Grow the fuck up. Again, this mess drives me nuts. Punk asses! Yeh… I said it, let the shit go. And I’m done.
Okay, so I am sitting here with my diva @Shinin_Light and I am introducing her to this show… yes, I can’t watch this by myself. I would love to hear what she has to say about this. Comedy is in my near future.
Take 2 in 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2,2 #MyMicSoundsNice check 2
Oh Lord…..Jim Jones can’t take care of the dog, House? Dont Mike Vic the dog!!!. And yeh… House is a huge ass dog. Ewwwwwww! House pooped inside of the store and Jim didn’t clean it up. Yuck!! Chrissy, you are a better woman than I could ever be on that on. I would have told him to clean his poo up. *bad taste in my mouth*
I love how Oliva tested my intelligence and thought that she had to define “listening party”. Ok, so she said that it is for the purpose of getting to know the “real” Olivia. I am glad that something is going to let us get to know her…. because so far all I have seen is who Olivia can morph into whenever a new crew comes around. And like her manager Rich said….”Wal-Mart is accepting apps”….should she not know how to stay out of mess and focus more on her music.
Okay, so, you [Chrissy] have been with Jim Jones for 6 years, but your man has not proposed to you so you feel like you have to step up? That man is one of the manliest(sp) men I know….and you will take that role away from him? And I mean, really, Chrissy… you sat there and you listened to Olivia as to what to do about this? This is the same bitch that lied about dating another man? Oh Lord… please don’t ever let me be that desperate enough to ever feel like I have to ask a man to marry me. *Sigh* I am not the biggest Chrissy fan, but my inner feminist is screaming “Bitch, you better not”. THIS is why men say you better not talk to your single friends about shit. Even @shinin_light just said that Chrissy went to Olivia because she knew that she would say what she wanted to hear, and that was a yes. Sad…lol. Please don’t go through with it.
*Takes a drink of my alcohol* I had to drink to watch this week. *@shinin_light pours Moscato*
First off… Chrissy can’t keep her balance….lol. Second,this is funny as shit! But really? You are thinking of performing a burlesque routine in front of Jim Jones’ FAMILY?!!!! And then you picked out the ring too? Wow….. this ring is gorgeous. But of course the jeweler would tell her that “men need a push to get things done”. Girl, he just wants your money, all $12K of it.
Now, Olivia, honey… really? I can’t even comment on this. You are holding grudges over bullshit. THIS is why it appears that you don’t have any friends. Just hear the girl [Emily] out and then tell her to not do it again. I mean, didn’t you JUST make it into this click? But at least you can sing…because you can sing yourself all the way to the bank….but you need to let all of the negativity go. Take it from me, your personality will preceed you. Now, if your boob falls out of that halter dress… I am posting that pic. lol. Oh snap… Tocora was in the audience. Cool.
Ummmm.. Olivia, you said “funest”? Really? Hmmmm… Hooked on Stupid, worked for me.
And I thought that my breasts were huge…but I think Chrissy may have me beat! lol. You better work it for the Big Titty Committee, diva!!!!
WOW!!!! Was Chrissy really thinking of dancing in just the lace outfit? I am glad that she is going against doing the burlesque side of it. Yeh, diva… YOU deserve better….fuck Jim… you deserve to be taken seriously…lol. But you also deserve a man who will not hesitate for one second when it comes to asking you to marry him. I know I clown you out in all of my blogs, but I seriously want every woman to stand their ground and never have to propose to a man. Remember, men so what they want to do while women do what they must. If he hasnt done it… he wasnt ready; end of story. *Sigh* I have so much to say on that, but wont. Just know that every time a woman proposes to a man, a hoodrat gets its cheese.
LMAO!!! Mama Jones is a trip! And the way that Olivia tried to shut her up with the wine . But wow… .I hate how they cut off the proposal. Did Jim say yes? What is going on!!! Okay… I didnt get to clown on this episode as hard as I would like. In the famous words of Hancock, “I’ve been drinking, bitch” hahahaha. But I am proud of Chrissy for sticking to her guns and doing it in a classy manner. That much I do approve of. But Lawd knows that I cant wait til next week. Hmmmm…..And Scene.
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Wowzers! Did Swizz Beats and Alicia Keys approve their photos being shown on this show? Wowzers. I mean , I understand the significance of it being there…but come on. Get approval.
Adriene…hmmmmm…chick on Fab’s label? Fab has a label? You learn something new every day…lol. Wow, Emily…honey. Wait.. Fab’s name is John.. or did she say Sean? I need to do my research. I mean, really? Honey… if your man can’t claim you, no matter his career… then he doesn’t care about you. Jim claims Chrissy and that shit is sexy as fuck! This erotic poem Emily is about to do in Chrissy’s closet better not suck!! Y’all know that I am a poet!
*Blank Stare*
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! But if your sex game is as horrible as how you read/wrote that poem, then I see why Fab doesn’t claim you. lmao!
Wow, I am feeling Olivia’s song December and since that is my birth month, I was going to clown her, and clown her HARD if it came across horrible. Wow… I may have to Google some old Olivia songs, because I don’t remember her having pipes like that. But at least I don’t have to jump on her like I did Somaya. EXACTLY! Just like the manager said…..no one knew that she could sing. And yes, I take my fidora off for her. Brava, diva! If you find a group of positive people around you who will hold you up and will not put you in stupidity and you will shine. Boo, I’m not gonna call you stupid, but I can say that you are not acting smart.
WOW!!! Mashonda‘s house looks horrible!!! Wow! It looks like Hurricane Katrina made a house call and stayed for a while. I mean, does she still stay there? And yeh, how could Swizz let the mother of his child, and possibly the child, stay in a place like this? Ewww. But what I don’t like is that when someone’s life goes horrible, they try to tell everyone else that it wont last for them. No,honey… it didn’t work for you. But you can tell people how to prepare and learn from your mistakes, but you don’t indirectly tell them that they will wind up where you are. I feel horrible for Mashonda, but I still want Emily to sit her ass down.
Okay, speaking of Emily…DAMN @ HER ASS!!! Her ass has its own zip code! Okay, JEALOUS!!! But what I am NOT jealous of is her inability for her to think for her self and seeing a set-up coming. damn this bitch bothers me.
Hmmm.. Power of the P , I would probably need to hear this entire show in order to get a better feel of it. But I really do want a T-Shirt. Umm…okay, as a poet, I give EMily applause for getting on stage and performing. I will have to listen to it again to do more than just applaud the effort. I don’t like the bitch THAT much.
Okay, so Chrissy & Somaya are cool now? And now…..I spoke too soon. Olivia , honey….I don’t remember you ever fighting anyone in your G-Unit days. And you need to make up your mind about how you feel about G-Unit. Because last episode you jokes on them and now you are holding them down because you want to be a thug. I dont get it. Just be Olivia. Stop running to G-Unit when it suffices, and stop clinging to Jim when it pleases. It makes you look like the 2nd string cool kid who no one really claims but you always manage to be around.
Ummm… can someone please teach Chrissy how to sit like a lady b/c she is one jump away from having a Brittany Spears/Paris Hilton flash moment. But I am all ready to BUST Olivia in her face now. I mean, really Olivia? Stop running. You are such a thug…stand there and have it out and if it pops off, then it pops off. But that is just my opinion.
So… I have to give applause where applause is due… last week’s episode was very entertaining. Coonish, but entertaining. Who wants to be rich if you are still surrounded by glorified hoodrats and insecure chicks? I’m just saying. Nothing about these women scream classy, refined, intelligent, and they may very well be all of these things, but we don’t see it. And I know, the television company picks and chooses what they want to show, but if this ignorance wasnt presented to the cameras then it would not be there. Yes, you have more money than me, and yes, you get to go places that I currently can’t go… but in all honesty, I’d rather stay my happy ass here than to have to deal with that foolishness. To what level of coon is one willing to reach in order to put money in their pocket?
I have to admit, I didn’t know who ANY of these women were ( with the exception of Mashonda and Olivia) before this damn show. I wouldn’t even be watching the show if I didn’t think that I could poke fun at high-priced niggas. I’d rather be watching the History Channel or watching another medical mystery be revealed on the Discovery Channel; something, anything, that would keep my brain cells active. I just need our people to do better. I need for Chrissy to stop jumping the gun and know her place, and it isn’t in 79% of the places where she thinks it is. I need Olivia to get better friends and stop becoming apart of these clicks; first G-Unit and now this? I need for Emily to….ugh… I can’t stand weak women….just get some self-esteem. I need for Somaya to get a hearing aid, listen to her music and be real with herself. Honey…unless I am deaf…you cant rap. Now, having said all of that. There is SOMETHING that all of these women are good at. I want them to cultivate that instead of head snaps, yo mama jokes, and ass flashing. Okay….enough of my rant.
Take 2 in 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, #MyMicSoundsNice , Check 2
As I watch this fight go on, all I can see is Somaya’s interview snippets and think “this is how Nicki Minaj would look if she gained weight.” I mean wow… how fucked up to be stuck on a boat when you are arguing with someone. And THEN Olivia has to go out and pass gossip on to Chrissy. I mean, saying that Dip Set is your fam…..REWIND!!! Didn’t the first episode showcase Chrissy saying that she JUST met Olivia? Now two episodes later they are your FAM? Come on now! I’m calling your ass out! Jim Jones is as much of your fam as Reavis is your man.
And it just irks my fucking nerves to see Emily playing all hard. But again, I guess you have to bring your miserable ass company when your home isn’t up to parr.
WAIT FOR IT!!!!!!! JIM!!!! Okay, so who is the dude with the blurred out face? I mean really….this shit is straight staged!!! Jim knew that the cameras would be there. He knew that shit and went to look hard. If the cameras weren’t gonna be there then it would have been some “let that nigga talk” tip. And Olivia needs to keep G-Unit out of her mouth, because I don’t even want to switch over to Twitter to see what 50Cent is about to say about her after that comment. *Ugh* Rich niggas. This aint nothing but Willie Lynch’s masturbation theme music. Yes, I said it. Dance, niggas, dance!! Show the world that you get in your feelings because someone said you make way less than what you make. If it isn’t true, let the nigga talk, get your game up and then hit Forbes top 10. Get ya game up, go buy the nigga a car, free of charge, and tell them to take that to the bank …or how about you be an adult and just let the nigga talk!!! I am really getting upset at this high school bullshit!
MESSAGE: Jim, I KNOW you have more common sense than what you have displayed here. Who is Maurice to you? NOBODY!!! I didn’t know the nigga existed until this show. Do you REALLY think that people were going to take his word over what we “think” we know of you? We own your albums! We watch your videos! We see your live performance! We flock the clubs for your appearances!! Is this NOT enough to show you that if ten thousand of us show up with $1 that you at LEAST made that, but since clubs cost $20 on average to get in and sometimes $60 to $100 when a celeb shows up, then common fucking sense would tell you that you make MORE than $10k in an hour?!!!!! So you risked your career all in the name of your hood credit, your street rep all over a no-named oompaloompa?! Come on! Be a man!! Fuck all this hood shit! You put in all this hard work to get OUT of the hood, to live a better life and to provide for your family. Why the fuck are you bringing the hood along with you?! You DO NOT owe the hood, Jim!!!!! So from me to you, grow the fuck up! And if you want to come find me… come find me and we can talk… put 50 on it… you wont Maurice me, that much I know. I just need you to do better! I pray that you do better!
Ummmmmm did he just call Chrissy his WIFE? Really? If that is your wife, WIFE her. And I need Olivia to put on a bra. Saggy titties aint cute. Just like Olivia sitting there trying to talk all hard and talk up Jim Jones. Chrissy… You can come find me and we can talk this shit out too. I am @_2Deep_ on Twitter…just let me know when you want to talk. I TOO can upgrade you if you would get your mind right. Honey….there is more to this life than this foolishness that you are displaying on this screen. People are laughing AT you and Jim and not with you. You want to know why? Men of power don’t have to go do the dirty work….they let it roll or have goons who do it for them.
I feel like I am preaching to a deaf choir.
And now this bitchass Maurice is trying to make Somaya feel bad. Stupid, YOU were the one who said that Jim Jones only made $10k a year. If YOU didn’t say that then Jim wouldn’t have to come and hem you up! So YOU, yes, YOU MAURICE….you need to learn how to keep your mouth closed.
DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!! XO!!!!! Where is this negro from? Does he have a brother? Hot damn!!! Yummy!!! From his voice, to his look, to his height, to his….damn!! *sigh* Too bad I gave up on dudes. But if I ever came back…. I would be out in Cali looking for XO…lmo. These are just jokes! But, in all honesty….this side of Somaya, with XO, is a side of her brand that she needs to work with further. It is a softer side that the rap industry is missing. All of the females that come in feel they must compete with the dudes, and yes…they do ( kind of)….but there needs to be some feminine energy there as well.
Okay, sooooooo XO is from The Game’s record label? So, she went from Jim Jones’ goons to 50Cent’s flunky? Wowzers! But I really do love his voice, I just think that his lyrical content could come a littler harder. But, for the snippet that I saw…. it may work.
Now, next week’s episode. SMH. I have too much to say to write it in this one. Just know that I will be here writing next week!
Outside of me being pissed that i took the time to prepare for the event, that they didn’t have a place for me to sit, and that I didn’t get to perform ….partially due to the fact that I was running for my life….I was soooo embarrassed! I know this shouldnt be a white black thing, so I will make it a white , black, nigger thing. When I walked into the hotel I was praying that there was no one from my job within a 50 mile radius of this place. Judging by the attire and attitude of people hovering around the entrance this was not the crowd that I would ever be caught dead with. Call it judgement but later activities would prove me correct. There was a veterans seminar going on upstairs and there was a sea of elderly white people dangling over the balconies to catch a glimpse of all the ill-dressed “coloreds” with the cameras flashing and red carpet affairs. One friend even told me that an elderly white woman told him that she was happy that the “next generation was doing something so positive”. Another gentleman was over heard saying, ” …looks like good, clean fun.” This is what an on-looker thought of the 1,500+ people who showed up to supposedly celebrate one another.
I was outraged that even from the jump things were not done properly. Black people, we have GOT to raise our standards up higher than what we continue to allow to occur. The line for the registration was at the bottom of the escalators and could have been around the corner where the “pat down” was located. There weren’t any efforts to place proper signage to alert the people as to which line to get in for wrist bands, etc. And if I were to go back, there should have been a dress code for the award show. It should have been church or temple attire to enter this event. Something about wearing different clothes will make you act better for just a little while longer. I felt like I was walking down the streets of Southeast DC, not that I would…..and not that everyone is Southeast is horrible….but it certainly didn’t feel like an award show. EVERY man should have a suit. Call me stuck up if you want, but that should be a goal for every man to save up to buy at least one suit. And this award show would have been the proper place to wear it. Hell, slacks and a button up would have sufficed…anything but the street attire that allowed street activities to occur.
There was a taste of greed in the atmosphere as well. There were more people in that room than what that space would/should have allowed. I heard that the tables were sold for $500 a pop. Now I am all for making a profit, but fundraise, get sponsors, something! There were too many people walking between the tables than sitting to watch the show. The atmosphere was more on profits than true performance and celebration. I wouldn’t have started the show until everyone was seated and made to respect what the event was about in the first place. This is why people get to behave so poorly at events like this and then come uptown to my event and get their feelings hurt when I show their asses how to properly behave. This shit has GOT to stop.
The program, aside from misspelled words and names of invited performers, was more about advertisement than to direct and guide the show. Now I know that is where the sponsors go, but how was the show suppose to be ran? Someone could have easily taken a church program and used that outline. I didn’t know which performer I would have gone after or which category I may have performed after. It was all so disorganized.
But at the root of it all….I had to ask myself if these were my people. The answer, no. My people don’t do things like this. My people know how to act when at home but especially when out in public amongst mixed company. MY people respect one another and even when they disagree they do so in a contained manner. No one should ever know the disagreements that occur inside of one’s house. I finally understood why people who leave the hood sometimes choose to never look back. For once I saw it. I understood the motive behind their actions. I didn’t want to be associated with these people. I wanted to find all footage that had me on it and burn it. I was ashamed to be the same shade of skin as these people.
I was ashamed that black men felt the need to assert their “manhood” by beating someone up. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the sea of innocent people who were hurt because they thought that being a man meant to jump another person who looked just like them. Looking over the banister of the second tier, I couldn’t tell who the victim was, who the help was, or who the fighters were; THEY ALL LOOKED ALIKE! They looked alike, they looked alike, GOT DAMN IT NIGGAS, YOU ALL LOOKED ALIKE!!! The only thing that separated you was where you resided, who your friends were and that you had different mamas, but I be damned if someone told me that they could tell the difference between these males.
I am sitting here in my office fighting back tears. I saw older ladies get hit , females being tossed to the floor and thrown on tables to be moved out of the way. I saw a black teen come out of the hotel and film a girl’s mother crying and laughed because he thought it was funny. How is THAT being a man? How is THAT showing pride in who you are and where you come from?How did any of that make sense? The aftermath damn near resembled an earthquake or natural disaster. Broken tables, bottles shatter, chairs turned over, articles of clothing left behind and in pieces….this is something that one should never have to see; something that one should never do to YOUR OWN PEOPLE!
And maybe I just don’t get it, the hood mentality, but the truth of the matter is…. I don’t want to get it. NOTHING is ever that bad that you have to physically fight to prove your point. I know what it feels like to want to pin a bitch to the wall for talking out the side of her high-yella mouth and trying you…trust me, I do. But I also know what it feels like to refrain because I had nothing to prove to her. Me stomping her ass was a given. Everyone knew I would win that fight and I would come out looking like a bully rather than a strong woman who put this bitch in her place. I know what it feels like to be ostracized by those who claim loyalty to her and her lies in the shadow of something that only she and I know occurred. I know how it feels.Trust me, I know how it feels to have some one verbally come at you and you just stand there and take it. I’ve been disrespected before in a ballroom full of people. And you better believe that my first instinct was to SLICE THIS BITCH UP! But his own actions , my knowing I did no wrong, somehow was enough for me to leave it alone. I even changed my opening speech from “Taalam Acey said it best, there’s a market for niggas” just because I didn’t want people to think that I said it specifically for that nut. It hurt, yes it did. To be attacked whether someone felt I earned it or not…it stung. But just as I could scream that there was a more tactful and respectful way for those dummies to handle themselves, there was a better way for me to handle myself….and I believe I took the higher road. Because when it is all said and done, my life moves on. So what he bumped into you…. your life will move on. So what he is from a different hood than you… so what! YOUR LIFE WILL MOVE ON! YOUR LIFE WILL MOVE ON!!! None of what happened was worth what occurred.
Call me stuck up if you want… I don’t give a FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! The only difference between me and these people are the fact that I KNOW BETTER. I had a hard childhood. I wasnt given shit. I literally/metaphorically fought my way through some situations. The difference is that I never once put myself or others in danger to assert myself. When you know better, you do better. So at what point did black people stop knowing better? At what point did beating each other become the norm? At what point did it become okay for people to be smiling and grinning and filming outside of these occurrences? Why wasnt anyone who wasnt hurt upset? Why weren’t they running to the police to nip everything in the bud?I just don’t get it.
No one will want to come to this award next year, if there is a show next year. No place worth coming would want to host it after what happened this year. And some of these places will be weary to rent out their space to other black organizations looking to build a successful foundation all because these coons decided to act an ass. And no one is willing to tell who started the fight. No one is willing to speak. You better believe that if this effected ANYTHING that was near and dear to me… I would squeal. AND LOUD! I would point out people in the YouTube vids. I’d get the guy who stole the bottle of liquor and admitted to it. I’d slow down every tape and point out the performers who were just on stage before the fight broke out. Yes, your officer…the dude in all black with the locs throwing the chair is apart of the group named ( insert group here). I’m not afraid to stand up for what is right. The sad thing is… I shouldnt have to be the only one.
P.S. You can tell the high-yella heffa & the nut I said it. I have already said it to them… so go ahead… be a nosey motherfucker and start something up. Its old news. You’ll be the main nigga that my blog was talking about… constantly trying to keep shit going. My opinions are just that. So nigga…..do you.
Also, tune in tomorrow to read my blog 200 Men Said….Let aMan be a Man[<~Click here tomorrow]. Even though it deals with relationships…. how appropriate that it follows after this blog. It wasnt scheduled, but the universe works in mysterious ways.
You might have seen nigger before, but you aint NEEEEEEEEEEVER seen nigger like this! Yes, I said it.. and what! What am I talking of, you ask? Well, that would be the 2011 DMV Awards. No, not the Department of Motor Vehicles, but the DC, Maryland, and Virginia Music Awards. TRUST ME when I tell y’all that the only way I could describe this event would be “Coontastically Coonerific”. WARNING!!!!!!: This is a LONG ASS BLOG POST!
Let me give you some back history. I was introduced to the coordinator of the event a month or two ago at an industry event party hosted by an amazing diva. I thought that this would be an amazing opportunity to bring poetry to a different demographic who may never travel to where I reside in order to be enlightened by Spoken Word. I even heard that there was a category for Best Spoken Word Artist. Now, this was news to me because I had never even HEARD of the DMV Awards before this moment. So how could there be an award for us when no one I knew was even aware that they were even NOMINATED? Yes, you read that correctly. My #1 ace called several people who were nominated in the poetry category and they were oblivious to the fact that they were even nominated. WTF? So was it a front? Who did they give the trophies to? Just…yeh. So after several conversations I got my big brother on the performance list as well because I thought that it would be good for this group to see a black male performing poetry as well. We were promised emails to give us performance details, when we would go on, directions, etc…..and we NEVER received them. This…..should have been a warning sign.
So, word on the street to people who I had come in contact with had already warned me that the DMV Awards was full of niggery. After having asked the coordinator, and I quote, “What is the dress code? Is it DC Club trendy or BET Honors?” To which he replied, ” WOW. That’s your call. I’m going for the shock value.” WTF kind of Tom Foolery is that? After hearing that, I was prepared to walk into the prestige kingdom of Niggerdom. I had got my hair done the night before, picked out a mature and sophisticated outfit that would make me one of the few women with the most amount of clothes in the building.
Upon walking up to the Hyatt-Regency of Crystal City, I could already tell we were in the right place due to the mounds of black people outside dressed in next to nothing. Yes, the fellas were in nothing more impressive than what appeared to be basement party dance-off gear and the females were dawning dresses made for an Uncle Luke video primed for BET Uncut. I am a straight woman who couldn’t take my eyes off the asses of these females whose dresses were inches from the cracks of their asses. I mean, here we were in 40 degree weather and these bitches were wearing Cooch Couture! Women of all ill shapes were set up by other ill-figured bitches. I saw more saggy breasts than a maternity ward at Jackson Hospital. I immediately knew that I wasnt suppose to be there do to the array of ass that was on display. Now having been a chronic sufferer of Donk Deficiency myself, I was a little out of my element…but I digress.
The press was there in abundance, and so were the hoodrats trying to get their attention. I mean, nominees were taking red carpet picks with their make-up artists. WTF? Where they do that at? (Pardon the preposition ending, but you know what I mean). Judging by the looks of this Flava Flav colored woman dawning Golden Arches colored lipstick… I be damned if I would claim her as my make-up artist, yet alone have her in my red carpet photos. Yes, I had finally entered nigger activity. But NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING prepared me for what would follow.
Upon entering the ballroom, being pat down for weapons, twice, …..
Sidebar: In the line to get pat down for weapons, a guy pulled out a WAD of $100 bills the size of a Double Quarter Pounder and placed them on the table because he was told to empty his pockets. Now, stereotypically…a guy dressed as poorly as he, white-tee, jeans, sneakers, sunglasses inside of a hotel at night-time, and unkempt facial hair and locs, one would suggest that he wasnt suppose to have that kind of money….legally. Secondly, nigga, we are at a hotel for an award show…why the fuck do you have that kind of money on your person? I was prepared to rob you my damn self.
Now, I found a woman who was assisting with the show and asked where were the performers suppose to sit. Do you know that this woman had enough nerve to ask me if I had purchased a table? WTF!!!! Trick, I was invited to perform for YOUR SHOW, performers don’t purchase tables or seats. You reserve seats for your performers and presenters and everyone else should purchase a seat. After temporarily sitting at a reserved table, I finally planted my ass in a chair that was propping open the ballroom doors and that is where God had intended me to sit for the remainder of my time there.
One would think that this was more of a club atmosphere than an award show. People were constantly walking throughout the crowds no one was really paying any attention to anyone that was on stage and half of the winners weren’t even in the building to accept the award. See how helpful reserved seating would be? Niggers parading with bottles of champagne, logo tatted shirts, and drunk niggers galore were everywhere. There was no respect in the room. So the inevitable was bound to happen….and it did.
After calling for an intermission, I saw people at the front of the room turn around and point to the back of the room. Now, as a black person, it is innate that if ONE person runs, you all run. So when I saw the finger point to the back of the room my inner hood pounced into survival mode. I turned my head and saw a chair raise up and immediately land on this guy. I took off my 4 inch heels, hooked the corner and was out into the lobby running from the foolishness that was occurring just feet away from me. So apparently this fight broke out: (View at 1:32)
Yes, THIS is what happened at an award show. Source Awards on repeat. At 3:29 you hear a hood chick proclaim how people were leaving their things and how she had on $100,00 worth of jewelry on. Say it with me now..>WTF?! Why would ANYONE in this place have on a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry on? They may have…but I doubt it. And you immediately see a guy, ON CAMERA, admitting to stealling liquor out of the hotel after the fight broke out. Now I cant say this enough but WTF?!!!
After the first 4 fights broke out I was in the lower lobby. I witnessed the employee worker get his face damn near ripped off, I saw him pass us with napkins dripping his blood across the lobby floor. HE WAS AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER!!! I saw an older woman who was a vendor sitting at her table get pushed and hit once. SHE WAS AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER!!! There I was standing there, barefoot, in the lobby of a hotel with a sea of madness surrounding me and not knowing what to do next. I raced all the way upstairs and out of the hotel to be faced with Virginia Police Department decorated in riot gear. Nothing says game over like a VAPD pointing an AK 47 in your face telling you to keep it moving. If there wasnt foolishness inside, there was bound to be some foolishness outside. This had “accidental police shooting” written all over it.
We hopped back in my truck and we left with more than 25 police cars blocking any route back to the hotel. There was even a police SUV, a few streets over, with his lights off waiting to catch any more of the madness that may have trickled away from the hotel. What baffled me is the fact that 6, count them SIX, of the guys even recorded in this video in neon yellow shirts were covered in blood, ripped shirts, and bloody faces walked right out the front door of the hotel and passed by the cops. Now, if I were a snitch…. I would have brought attention to them. I would have said, these are the same motherfuckers who were JUST performing on the stage prior to the intermission. But I guess that would go against the hood code, right? Well damn it…. I aint from the hood.
Also, tune in tomorrow to read my blog 200 Men Said….Let aMan be a Man[<~Click here tomorrow]. Even though it deals with relationships…. how appropriate that it follows after this blog. It wasnt scheduled, but the universe works in mysterious ways.
Sincerely,
~*My Mother’s Daughter*~
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There comes a time in everyone’s life when they will get asked, “What’s up with the change?” or “Why’re you acting brand new?”, to which you should reply, “Define brand new” or “From who’s stand point?”.
I say this because, often times, vantage point can make a world of difference. John Lennon’s wife, Yoko Ono (sp), did an amazing piece of artwork where she does a bullet hole through a glass pane. She makes you look at the glass from both sides so that you can see if you are the shooter or the one shot. She said, “Unfortunately, I was on the bad side”. I can bet my soul I know which side she would have rather been on if she had a choice in the matter. But this artwork is a symbol of life and life’s vantage point.
Recently, while on a vacation with someone who I deemed friend, I watched the vantage point change. And although it was rather subtle at first, I started to notice her behave “brand new”, or at least it seemed that way to me. But was that bad? Well, this morning on Twitter @SimplySandraG said, “Someone asked me why I was acting brand new & in response I asked them why are they still acting the same.” Which made me think….is acting brand new always a bad thing, or can it be a good thing? And I think it depends on what that new behavior is and how it is executed.
For example, If you are a hoe on land… I’m pretty sure you will be a hoe at sea. Not calling anyone a hoe, used term for dramatic effect. But if the condom fits….wear it. There is no switch in that unless you get hit with the Holy Ghost and change your ways before departing the port. But is there really brand new behavior or is it that the revealing of such behavior is deemed incorrect for the current situation? Like the kid who jumps on furniture at home and then the parents pretend to be outraged in public pretending that they’ve never seen their children do this before. I say this because, there are always signs of a person’s behavior, but maybe the situation lends for it to be okay, therefore causing the person to become accustomed to executing such behavior. Thus, when the environment changes, the one who is more keen to changing does so while the other person keeps doing the same behavior and is therefore deemed as “acting brand new”. Confused? I’ll explain further.
If you have a friend who can NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER be on time to save their life unless they are representing themselves, their business, or their family and can NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER respect the time of others (those deemed friends)….then how can you expect them to change when stepping outside of those guidelines just because the environment changes? If everyone caters to such rude and inconsiderate behaviors by changing their arrival times, joking that they know this person is never on time, or re-routing caravans to cater to this person….you can only expect that this person will get use to being catered to and that this behavior is acceptable. You can also believe that the minute someone is smart enough to stop enabling this type of behavior the Tardy for the Party person will inevitably get defensive and think that you have a problem with them because, after all, they deserved to be catered to at all times…. right? So EVEN if they spend 4 nights of a cruise in the stateroom with 2 guys that they just met 3 days earlier (the first night being your birthday night, despite whatever the circumstances may be)……you should be perfectly okay with such “brand new” behavior, right? And even if they hand your stateroom key to a complete male stranger ( 3 days does not a friend & trust factors make) to come check on you in your room because you went missing and they didn’t feel the need to get out of the bed from snuggling with their new cruise guy….you should be perfectly okay with such “brand new” behaviors…right? I mean, after all, you’re the one that is remaining the same, right? Or are they the ones who are remaining the same and you are changing because common sense tells you to do better and therefore your change is making someone else look as if they are acting “brand new”?
*Side note*: THE GIVING OF THE STATEROOM KEY TO A STRANGER BECAUSE YOU TRUST TOO MANY GOT DAMN PEOPLE FAR TOO SOON AND ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE A PENIS>>>>IS ENOUGH TO GET YOU FUCKED UP! I DONT SUGGEST THAT ANYONE EVER TRY THIS WHILE ON A CRUISE! USE SOME COMMON SENSE ,PEOPLE! THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING! COMMON SENSE!!!!
If you are confused by this… so am I. lol. But perhaps the environment is what has changed, and both parties are remaining true to their character ( or lack there of) and therefore both parties feel as if the other has changed, when in fact….. they havent. For instance, if 2 people sit in the dark at midnight and one ( due to the dark) appears to have a black shirt on but as the sun rises (environment change) now appears to have on a purple shirt…. did the person really change or did the environment change causing the appearance of change? Meaning, that person hasn’t changed and neither have you… the sun has finally shifted therefore revealing to you something that has been there all along and you are just now seeing it. Like the time I was starting up my own sisterhood, when my top divas (Vice President, Secretary, Event Planner, etc) all saw the new recruits misbehaving, slacking on turning in assignments, and even watched me put them in check. When I dismissed a recruit for not following the rules or carrying their weight, my top divas were right behind me….agreeing with every step & damn near virtually hi-fiving me for getting rid of dead weight. I didn’t cater to anyone; if you didn’t carry your weight you had to bounce. But ooooooooh no! As soon as they started slacking on assignments and not pulling their weight, they had to go. Of course it came up that I had changed. When in fact, I had been the same person, upholding the same standards, and not the only difference had been who was being punished for falling below those standards. They had encouraged my behavior, they told me that I was doing good when I saw a wrong and went to fix it ( I wasnt always the most tactful, I admit but the job got done) So you see, I had not changed, the vantage point did, the environment had changed. So, do you get mad at the person, the behavior, or the environment?
I say blame yourself for not noticing. lol. We often push our better judgement to the side when dealing with so-called friends. We must STOP that. We must hold our friends to the same standards as we do for strangers since those closest to us can screw us over faster than those furthest from us. If your friend doesn’t curse in front of their parents but does at a bar….that person curses. Point. Blank. Period. If this person has bad judgement when it comes to men at home, taking a trip isn’t going to change it. Point. Blank. Period. If your friend is quick-tempered and ready to beat anyone’s ass back home, I suggest you don’t try to come out the side of your neck via text messages during the holiday season…..because you can still get that ass whooped! POINT! BLANK!PERIOD!!! It is an evolution of changing environments and we already possess those behaviors that will be revealed upon entering such situations. It is up to us to pay more attention to others sooner. Hold ourselves accountable for our own actions; be they wrong or right, new or old. And we must not be willing to accept poor behavior from ANYONE at ANY TIME that does not show full respect to us and our situation. Now, go ahead…insert this rule into your life, and watch the ones you’ve been catering to for far too long say that you’re “acting brand new”. Then….agree with them.
Like Waka Flocka at all of his paid performances, I am at a loss for words. I mean, I will make an honest attempt to give some form of props in the middle of this mess….but no promises.
Waka Flaka’s No Hands is a very trendy and catchy beat and chorus that has teens from DC to Japan screaming “Look ma, no hands” and even though I have been guilty of bobbing to it in my own house and subconsciously learning the lyrics thanks to constant rotation on the radio, I wouldn’t want anyone else learning it. Hypocrite? Yes, and rightfully so. I’m old enough to know what the lyrics of the song mean. I wish I could sit a class down and deconstruct these lyrics. It’s the teen group that I want to stop from bobbing to this, because the girls are the first ones to jump up and prove to the boys that they are the best “No Hands” chick in the building, and the boys continue to think that treating these girls as such is what the girls want because they aren’t showing them otherwise.
I remember when Hip-Hop use to make us think, you to get you amped up to do something, but now this rap stuff is for no other use than to degrade and get your head bobbing in the club. Being, indirectly, from the south you would think that I was proud of the south’s musical (lack of) achievements. I mean, the Stanky Leg and No Hands should be enough to make me rep’ my city….right? Not so much. Okay…enough of my banter… lets look at these lyrics. The same lyrics that get bleeped out on the radio and make it sound just a little bit cleaner than what it was ever intended to be……those edited lyrics are WAY better than what is said.
Chorus:
Roscoe;Chorus:] Girl the way you’re movin’ Got me in a trance DJ turn me up Ladies dis yo jam I’ma sip Moscato And you ‘gon lose dem pants Then I’ma throw this money While you do it with no hands Girl drop it to the flo’ I love the way yo booty go All I want to do is sit back And watch you move And I’ll proceed to throw this cash
Fiiiiiiiirst off! Roscoe has a daughter. I keep trying to tell people how this whole ” I will corrupt your sons and daughters while I protect my own seed” mentality is a bunch of bullshit! Some lil boy is going to grow up thinking that this is how to treat a woman, therefore making his daughter’s chances of finding a decent man who doesn’t want her just for her money slim to impossible!!! I can’t shout this enough. So he is telling you that this is your song & you’ve got to take your pants off BEFORE he’ll give you any money. Okay… on to the king of stupidity.
Verse 1:
Waka;Verse 1:] (Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Whoa, Whoa) All that ass In yo jeans Can Wale beat Can Roscoe skeet Long hair she don’t care When she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ this my favorite song So I’ma make it thunderstorm Bud, want it, Flocka, yea Blowin’ ,fuck it, i dont care Chests’ flyin’ everywhere Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh I’m drinkin’, help, can’t you tell Booze help me hit them 15 steps I’m fuckin’, well i’m tryna hit the hotel With 2 girls that swallow me Take this dick while swallow Pay moscato got her freaky Aye you got me in a trance Please take off yo pants Pussy pop on her handstand You got me sweatin’ Please pass me a fan damn!
After the “Shawt Bus Shawty intro……(Waka Waka Waka Waka). Ummmm…. So, he doesn’t even want to sleep with you. He just wants to ask if his boy can beat it and then can his OTHER boy skeet it? Classy! I mean…this should have all the girls out on the dance floor dancing like coons, booty tooted up in the air! And one wants to beat it…..sooooo is the other sitting in the corner holding his skeet? Or is he beating himself while the other beats and then they tag team WWE style while one now skeets on her and the other contains his skeet because that wasnt apart of the contractual agreement? Okay… I thought too much into that, but why say it if it doesn’t make any logical sense? So…further in the verse you are only good enough to suck him off because he doesn’t think you’re quite fuckable material because you might get pregnant and he doesn’t want that. And the first southern grammatical stab is “Chests'” ….pronounced by Waka as “Chest-is” LMAO!!! You showl is edjumikated. And I think he had a bout with schizophrenia in the middle when we asked himself if he wanted bud…and then answered himself. But….next!
After a flare of the chorus again……..
Verse 2:
[Wale;Verse 2:] (Aye, aye, Wale, uh) She said look ma no hands She said look ma no hands And no darling I don’t dance And, I’m with Roscoe, I’m with Waka I think i deserve a chance I’m a bad mothafucka Gon’ ask some mothafuckas A young handsome mothafucka I sling that wood I just nun chuck ’em And, who you wit And, what’s yo name And, you not hear boo, I’m Wale And, that D.C. shit I rep all day And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze Don’t blow my high Let me shine Drumma on the beat Let me take my time Nigga want beef we can take it outside Fight for what broad These hoes ain’t mine Is you out yo mind You out yo league I sweat no bitches Just sweat out weaves Where our tracks Let me do my thing I got 16, for this Roscoe thing But, i’m almost done Let me get back to it Whole lotta loud And a little backwood Whole lotta money Big tip I would I put her on the train Little engine could, bitch
I know this is just a song, but she was proud enough to show her mother how she does it without hands? I wish I would!!! My mother would hop up from the grave and pimp slap me with the withering hang of my ancestors if I EVER did that in front of her. I’m still afraid to do stuff in my own house in fear that her spirit can see… & I am grown! lol. Nunchucks are weapons…..domestic violence is not cute metaphorically or literally….NEXT! Ummm what the fuck does “You not hear” mean? Is that suppose to be “you can’t hear” or “havent you heard” or am I bugging? Nope, not bugging… he did graduate from PG County public schools. I know… I live here…lmao! And just in case you thought that he would protect your honor after you gave up the ass…. think again! You hoes arent his! lol And just when you wanted frequent flier miles… he plans on straight up Amtraking your ass…..am I making my point?
And last but definitely not least:
Verse 3:
[Roscoe;Verse 3:] (Roscoe Dash, let’s go) R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. shawty put it on me I be goin’ ham Shawty upgrade from baloney Them niggas tippin’ good Girl but I can make it flood Cuz I walk around With pockets bigger that are than my bus Rain, rain go away That’s what all my haters say My pockets stuck on overload My reign never evaporates No need to eleborate Most of these ducks exaggerate But, i’ma get money nigga Everyday stuntin’ nigga Ducks might get a chance after me Bitch i’m ballin’ Like i’m comin’ off of free throws Cuz the head of the game No cheat codes Lambo, Roscoe No street code And your booty got me lost like Nemo Go, go, go G-gon’ and do yo dance And, i’ma throw this money While you do it wit no hands (GO!)
My hoe has a first name its, Y-O-U-S-A; my hoe has a last name, its B-I-T-C-H! lol. SO between ham and bologna, he only deals with basic bitches. No steak, no filet mignon, hell….not even turkey? This is a classy negro ladies… he will spend the best on his bitches! And I think that he happens to have a fetish with Ducks…..dont go to Disney World and leave him alone with Donald. Trust me…..the water metaphors are freaking me out. And he might not even really like women because he really only talked about himself through the whole verse. Was this to redeem himself for even being apart of this fucked up coonery in the first place? At least he spoke the best English in the song. COONSTATSTIC!
I tried to find some praise in there… this is how I really feel about this song. Bounce if you must….but this is just HORRIBLE! Okay.. I’m done. Until I get some liquid courage in my system at a private house party and I begin to jam to this. What? I wanna do it with no hands…I’ve been practicing Yoga. lol
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