[I'm trying my best to make actions out of my words, but I'm a firm believer that aint nothing real unless you write it, so naturally-I have to put it down somewhere.
"I dream too much, don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere."
Writing: my [a][n][t][i]-[d][r][u][g].
It's the most therapeutic and fulfilling, yet natural high I have yet to come across. Quitting is never an option, and I got that good shhhhhh'. Care to indulge?
I am a direct insult to what the fuck Satan invested time in. (C.P. Maze)
My first responsibility is to let my caged words take flight and not believe the hype that what I say don't make a difference. (Mayda del Valle)
...but with something as permanent as death looming like oxygen, passin' you up because God had your back again, how could you sit back and act like you know exactly where you'll go when you're dying? (Cierra Robinson)
I'm a conceited elitist that's borderline genius, who speaks dope wrote broken down English. (Tommy Bottoms)
If you speak about it, you should be about it, not just preach about it all day. Cause if you don't you run the risk of chasing some of the most beautiful people away, and it is never my intention to discourage you- rather encourage you to change your life today. (Lyfe Jennings)
The only man who behaves sensibly is my tailor. He takes me measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them. (George Bernard Shaw)
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Cover Girls by T.D. Jakes
Diary of a Mistress by Miasha
Dutch, The Trilogy (Parts 1,2 and 3) by Teri Woods
Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger
Got to Be Real (Four Original Love Stories) by E. Lynn Harris, Eric Jerome Dickey, Colin Channer, and Marcus Major
Grindin': A Novel by Danielle Santiago
I Say a Prayer for Me by Stanice Anderson
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
Left Behind: A Novel of the Earth's Last Days by Tim F. LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust by Immaculee Ilibaiza
Let That Be the Reason by Vickie M. Stringer
Love is Never Painless by Zane
Makes Me Wanna Holler: A Young Black Man in America by Nathan McCall
Midnight by Sister Souljah
Nigger : An Autobiography by Dick Gregory
No Disrespect by Sister Souljah
Not a Day Goes By: A Novel by E. Lynn Harris
On the Down Low: A Journey Into the Lives of "Straight" Black Men Who Sleep With Men by J.L. King
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Something on the Side by Carl Weber
Soulmates Dissipate by Mary B. Morrison
Take Time 2 Know Him by D. L. Christie
The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah
The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother by David McBride
In a house party on Saturday night, this was the final selection I heard before leaving. [*shout out to Ciara (THE Elegant Independent) for choosing the song- check her blog out, the links on the right side of my page] Needless to say (or is it?)- it brought me back. Not necessarily to the "good ol' days" of "yesteryear", just reminded me of what is and what's not, gender roles, self-worth, etc. Definitely one of those songs I needed to hear at this moment. Hearing this part felt like I was hearing it for the first time:
I miss Lauryn Hill...she was definitely one of the best lyricists ever. (sigh) The days of good ol' hip hop are definitey long gone in yesteryear. Love the posts...as usual ;-) Check me out...I've gotten back on my grind as well, kind of rough around the edges...but I'm getting there.
I miss Lauryn Hill...she was definitely one of the best lyricists ever. (sigh) The days of good ol' hip hop are definitey long gone in yesteryear. Love the posts...as usual ;-) Check me out...I've gotten back on my grind as well, kind of rough around the edges...but I'm getting there.
ReplyDeleteStay up,
Bee Dee
Guess we're even. Song for a Poem
ReplyDeleteI still play this joint. As homegirl said above me, Lauryn was definitely one of the realest lyricists out there.
ReplyDeleteI can only hope my contributions to this world will be half as powerful as those of true Hip-Hop and unrestrained self-expression.
Hot throwback, thanks
-Chucked Deuce-
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