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| It looks crazy now.
The same 5-6 people are blogging over and over and over and over.
haha.
But this has not changed:
Give me eprops.
anyway. this is my last xanga entry of my life. blogspot ftw. | | |
| talib kweli - listen Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ear
Start repenting 'cause the ending is near
But don't panic, you can't function if you living in fear
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard, your shit appear like closed captions
King of the bars and I'm goin' hard, pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar
Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight
But you don't really hear me though
I spit it clearly so it's live out ya stereo
(Listen) to you heart while it's beatin' in your chest
Speakin' to execs and then see behind the desk
(Listen) to your spirit, nothin' weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin' deeper into debt
Real hip hop is missing from the shelf
Yea, that's what you felt when you listen to yourself
Only a few is makings cuts that vintage
So before you spend your hard earned spinach
You love the sounds coming out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine milimeter
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
They ain't down with no leaders
They don't wanna wait just a (minute) they like what, wait right there
I got reservoir dogs, you'll be missing a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere, makin' appearances in niggaz nightmares
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard is a pro, I'm so amazin'
Don't front girl you know it's your favorite
New Kweli, yo they runnin' out of patience | | |
| chorus:
When You stand the tall trees and mountains bow
When You speak the fiercest of oceans is still
And I see the sinner seek devotion
The lost become chosen, and I fall to my knees
(now playing)
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| sorry if this offends anyone or whatever in any manner... in reaction to the multitudes of reactions to the 'disturbing stories' written by Virginia Tech shooter Cho Seung Hui.. Look- we need to focus on the tragedy... but in reflection to the
plays, it is apparent there was something deeply disturbing; but
honestly, then every alfred hitchcock story and every horror movie
script like Saw would have to be looked at in the same manner. That
isn't the solution; this guy, just as the two students at colombine-
they needed to be loved, shown kindness. It's not just one person
that needed to show the love; it was everyone. It's apparent Cho
didn't have much in his life; whether from parents, friends (or lack
thereof), classmates... whoever it was. My heart breaks for the
families and friends who lost loved ones.... but moving forward, we
as a world need to make a resolution to show love, especially to
those deemed 'unloveable.' Always easier said than done, but needed
to be done... va tech...this country.. this world.. needs prayer.
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| several hours of driving to fulfill our sinful desire
awaiting to taste the meat cooked atop wood and fire
to say we were not hungry would make us liars
for our need for the ribs was incredibly dire
the traffic, disgusting. the construction, too much.
the sauce on those lem's ribs, oh, how we longed to touch
with our fingers, so sticky, and pungent in smell
something that many of us know too well
but finally we exit the highway and get to seventy-fifth
deep down in the south side, where many brothers liveth
we drive the four blocks, but to our dismay
our beloved Lem's is closed...... we forgot.. it's Tuesday.
but fear not, for we will once again make this venture
we will stand tall, even tall as Luke Schenscher
for once again, on a different day, we will go back
but if we go on a Tuesday, there's always Harold's Chicken Shack.
to the brave souls who went with me to go to lem's yesterday; it truly was sad that we couldn't get it. in my anguish, i kicked garbage receptacles and screamed. but the harold's we stopped by was freakin good. anyway, this ode goes out to you. hah. p.s. this poem took me 10 minutes; sorry it sucks. ha
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