Does It Make Me racist?

If i come across 2 individual homeless guys in roughly the same shitty situation, but can only afford to give one of them some change (one being white and the other being black), does it make me racist for picking the black man to give it to? does it? ask yourself if that is really racism. i dont think so here is my explanation. you see its a matter of closest to home. relation. just like , its natural for me to fantacies over a black woman first. why? just is...something more familiar i suppose.

or how about the fact that i have a lot of friends (some even made it up to the ranks of family) that are white, yet i'll say to you right now "i would never want to be white ...ever...unless i was facing a life sentence, then maybe, maybe i'll reconsider". does that make me a RACIST? no i am simply stating something as simple as i would never want to be a vegan or some shit like. i eat beef and lamb and all that good shit ...so because i know what i like , i can say i would not want to be that. same applies for skin tone. i would not want to be white. so swallow that muthafucka. i like being loud when i love something. i like being a good dancer. i like my swagger. i love BBQ's, i love my sense of underdogness (gives me drive). i love being me......i love being an african. blah blah blah. i love callin my friends "Ma NIGGAZ" !!!

Does it make me racist if i find the way white people dance to be amusing? does it? i mean it seems like such an unnatural movement. the shoulders bounce independently for the rest of the body at a much quicker pace than the lower body. to me that is funny. yet like i said i am very acustomed to white folkes. but some shit is funny. anyway...tell me what y'all think if i am a racist or just simply pro black.

N-I-G-G-E-R part 1

why wont some white people just accept that they shouldn't say Nigga or NIgger! "well its just a fuckin word" one said. "actually if everyone could say the same things it would promote racial healing"another one uttered from the side of his ass. "try that racial healing shit and you will probably get a good dosage of the healing when laying in a hospital bed counting how many dots are perforated in one square. its simple as that, i'll explain to you.by feeling the right to say the word, you are then overlooking slavery and all that plantation shit, and dismissing it as just history. now here is the problem, some white folks will tell you "well none of you were slaves its not like it happened to you. that is the worst thing to say to a nigga(yes i can say it...now digest that and shut the fuck up while i finish this blog). you see in todays society, the white man begins life with a head-start in most cases(not all do of course, generalizing for the sake of point making), so to minorities that leaves blacks and co. in a hole. making the minorites the underdog. this is where the racist rednecks are actually more honest than the liberals, for they admit and take pride in starting life with a head start. the liberals are in denial, and refuse to think of themselves as priviledged in the midst of any struggle.so naturally 'brovaz' hold a bit of a grudge, and that grudge comes from never having the upperhand. white men made the rules of the land , and change them as they please. most of the time those changes affect 'the niggaz'. depriving white people of saying nigga or nigger was the only law we ever made that they as a whole respected. it was a cheat tho, because the respect was only out of fear of ass whuppings at the hand and foot of Karim or Tyrone. never the less, it was something to hold on too. as i write this my band mates have erupted into a passionate discussion on the topic . voices are raised , sentences cut at the halfway point, and also holocaust is brought up. WoW how powerful of a word Nigger can be. to be continued...part 2 coming soon

Beat YouR Kids

Beat The Kids

Parents!!!Please, do beat your kids (just dont abuse them). Smacking the SHIT out of your kid IS NOT abuse. Breaking a bone on him or her ISmaking them bleed is pushing it..But all else is good with me
Kids today do not fear their parents nor do they respect their elders. They dont even fear god for crying out loud. And this is the fault of this too liberal of a new world that we live inIm a liberal in comparison to a republicanbut on some real shit we are some little bitches. If my kid ever gives me lip it will be a lot of it, cause one smack to his mouth will swell it like seafood. Grow some balls and stop being manipulated by some rug rats
HERE ARE A FEW TIPS TO HELP YOU (mostly inspired by my own ass whippings):

1) make them get the weapon they will be beaten with.(the psychological mind fucking involved in this neat little trick will be sure to last)

2)Occasionally make them wait for the ass whuppin, wait till they are back in their comfort zone. When they think that they are getting off easy and that u may have forgotten walk into their room with a belt in hand or any tool of choice, and say you thought I done forgot about yo lil monkey ass!!!??

3)Smack them at least once in front of their friends so that they know that you mean business. Then when u do that send their friends home with a mean tone in your voice. (This helps because the next time he or she wants to be a bad ass, one of his friends will clown him and say if pops finds out thats yo ass..this will refresh his memory as to what the consequences might be to fucking up)

4)one broken up ass whuppin a blue moon is necessary(let me explain: thats when u kick his ass and leave the room give him like 10 minutes to think about how he fucked up and how it does not feel so good to get a belt to the back or a bamboo stick to the legs, then come back and just slap him up a bit. So that it is milder than the initial beat down but mentally is even worse. It is so because you thought it was over when was not)

Thats all I got for now.but if u are looking for some entertainment I will be posting a few blogs with highlighted ass whuppins my folks gave me as a kid..I promise you laughter my dear friends..
Take these words home with you IF U LOVE YOUR KIDS..KICK THEIR MUTHAFUCKIN ASS!!! And I promise they wont shoot up their school mates or cuss you out like fuck you mom.
They might even learn to respect you.

Fixed World Cup (conspiracy)

conspiracy theory...hmmm..peep this...Italy beats france in the penalty kicks 5-4. the only kick missed by France , was launched by Treseguet ( i will not do research so fuck it if i spelled it right or not). In the moments that passed well before the PKs commenced, france lost one of there best defenders and all around players in Vierra. shortly after, Ribery had worn himself out and checked out. As if it were not enough, before you could take a piss and come back Henry was out the game.At that exact moment IT happened.The "headbutt heard around the world" . Treseguet makes his way to the field , and gets to be one of the strikers in the PKs. here in front of billions Italian football can rule, and perhaps set aside all criticism of match fixing in their own leagues. The investigations in italy are threatening some of the biggest clubs in europe. lots and lots of money at stake...the last time Italy won a world cup ( i think 82) , the same investigations were flooding their leagues back home, and they won. Makes me think there is at least billions of dollars invested in the world cup. And as we have all observed in the past, 'where there is money there is potential coruuption'. That being said, let me point out that the only player to miss for France plays in italy for Juventis. the eye of the storm itself. one of the titans of italian soccer(where zidan previously played). lots of money on the line....billions and billions of dollars...somebody has to back up their assets and all i am saying is ..it's not farfetched that this could have been fixed...

movie discrepencies part 1.

I hate the fact that 99.9 of movie directors & producers take me for a fool. like i aint the nigga thats gonna notice the little discrepencies in the flick..sheeeiiiiiit!!!
How many times have you seen this in a movie or show or cartoon, where one character is watching Tv and he sees something crazy and he calls another character. and it will go something like this:
(man watching Tv)
news Anchor:--'Earlier this Afternoon 4 suspects robbed a bank and made out with 5 million in cash, the suspects were seen fleeing ..etc..etc...'

character 1:--- "holly shit" (picks up the phone..dials, proceeds to speak frantically) "Yo

character 2, where are you? are you in front of a Tv?"

character 2:---"yeah why? whats going on?"

C1:----"just turn to channel 5 man"
(character 2 turns to channel 5..and you hear "Earlier this afternoon 4 suspects robbed and made out with 5 million in cash, etc etc etc...)

now here is my point:
How the fuck the Tv gon say the same shit 20 seconds after the other nigga seen it....how come in the movies they always catch the story at the begining..never half way thru the news or even in mid-sentence...not even in mid word...they always get it...and i checked for it in a few movies the niggas aint even have a dvr box...so that theory is out the window...
Somebody please tell me y'all understand what i'm talking about...
just like all these scenes where mel gibson is chasing some muthafucka thru the streets and he pushing mad people out the way liek they aint shit...i mean pushing big ass niggaz to the floor....you seriously telling me not one nigga would ever knock him out...especially considering most of those flicks you would not be able to tell when those guys are cops...they just random niggaz runnin thru a crowd...so what the fuck...i still love movies but damn...i wish every little detail was real....thats why i fux with spike lee and cats like that....ight i got work to do i hope you enjoyed this lil blog .....

Memory Jog

i decided now that my legal status was established, and that my musical life was more fast paced than ever , that it was time that my body caught up to the progress i had been making in the other aspects of my life. it was time for me to perfect my temple, my shell, my body to be simpler.

Alas, i'm 2 shots away from an alcoholic , and one blunt around the corner from rehab, thus making this a challenging tasks along the lines of one Sisyphus had to complete. i awoke on a tuesday morning with a new found sense of purpose, a killer instinct , my aura had changed. today i was going to be healthy, i was going to do something i had previously contemplated and miserably failed at. i put on my sweat pants, then tied my sneakers to my feet.
water(check), wristband(check), ipod (check), let's GO!!!

the birds were chirping like nextels in the hood. it was slightly misty out , and you could hear the distant cars honking during morning traffic. i RAN, ran with no specific destination and no actual threat at my heels. i know this, i've heard of it before, it is what the grown folkes call "jogging". No Way!!! was i truely getting older and conscious about my health?! me? Aidyproof? a man who was given his nickname for his miraculous ability to throw down liquor, beer, wine, champagne or anything else which contributes to altering one's state of mind to what we so simply call 'drunk' . Me? the guy who would walk 2 miles to get one cigarette? a man who's lips have darkened from all the blunt raisin that ever touched them. a fast food junkie, a no veggie eating, red meat devouring, soda drinkin, chocalate loving Animal. How am i going to suddenly start getting healthy?
upon finishing my jogging session for the day, i decided i would make this my early morning ritual from this day on. nothing would get between me and my jogging ever, not a chance that i would sleep in, no lazyness could stop me. but my arch nemesis found my kriptonite that night when i went out. u see Hangover and i go way back. he has been trying to sabotage my life since i had reached puberty. oh i was not gonna let him get this one, hell to the Na (in the words of america's favorite crack head W.houston). i partied my ass off but before sleeping i ate, and i drank a lot of water to avoid the brain shrinkage known as a hangover. when i woke up that tequilla had made a mockery of my pre-sleep prep . i woke up with a metal plate in my head, i felt like robocop half my head was of some metalic structure or at least if felt like it...my stomach was bubbling, my eyes were taking their sweet ass time to focus , and suddenly 'darkness' i woke back up at 3;25 pm in a lady friend's bed with whom i had left the party with last night. this greatly impeded my jogging routine ( it is perhaps inacurate to lable it a routine, for it was that only in theory. it lacked the necessary repition required to be in fact called a routine.)

I never Jogged Again.......and he lived happily ever after