So I'm on Tumblr, just browsing around looking at dope stuff, and every now and then I come across something related to sex...either a picture of people having sex, or just something sex related...(I don't know if it's important but it's from all females too). I don't know what it is about our generation, but it seems we are COMPLETELY desensitized towards sex...like its not even a big deal to people...
I was at the barbershop like 4 weeks ago and they were having a conversation on sex....mostly dudes braggin' tellin' stories about who they did and what not....most of the dudes talkin had to be 17 and under....(Don't know if that's still MY generation but for the purposes of this note I'll include them in it!) Like these dudes was talkin' bout it like once you hit 14-15, you NEED to start havin sex....no being scared of yo first time, no savin' it for marriage, no risks of being a daddy, etc.
It's like havin sex at an early age is almost synonymous with playin basketball. The conversations are casual. I understand young people are always going to be "curious" (wack ass term to describe it) and engage in things you don't want them to do, but damn! Is that it's goin' down? ESPECIALLY since sex is more accessible to people now due to technology...I mean you can have sex with a person, watch it on tv, look up pictures and videos on the internet, magazines, send pictures thru the phone, "Sexting" (whatever the hell that is), etc. ALL accessible fairly easy....
Now maybe it's just me being lame or whatever you wanna call it, but I think there's a difference between 19-22 yr old's having sex, versus 14-16 yr. olds...(I'm not exception to either age differences btw) Even so, I hear people downtalkin' my generation like we are screw-ups and what not, and they are EXPOSING us to stuff they DON'T want us to do, and then get MAD because we don't see the importance in it...
I'm just sayin...
Streams of Consciousness
- Results of Public Education
- I've found blogging as an outlet for some of my thoughts that I usually can't get out in daily conversations. Small talk never grows to "large" talk it seems so this is a way to express myself somewhat or even to just say what's on my mind.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Results of Public Education-Numbers
My present state of mind is defined by a dime,
who didn't have enough sense to be full dolla,
always settlin' for less when dude's tried to holla.
That's similar to mine, I reflect in a rhyme,
I would sell myself short, competitive intellect abused by time,
Dodgin' the Voodoo man's knives. My lives still remain at nine...
The 8th wonder of the world,
A girl fulfillin' bodily needs with ease, Redemption for me to try and breathe,
The narrow path of the heavens, is marked with halos and sevens,
No package for the devil in the severance,
Independent from hell, I shake off my outer shell,
Dust off the devil's prints, if the college life should ever fail
Then I'll take my talents to South Beach and rock a number 6.
Five fingers in the air, the world is still mine but allow me share part of my mind.
The 4th part of the saga, A New Hope for those that are down ropes,
To the Motherland we rockin', back to the West Coast,
Disadvantaged at birth, we started our voyage with holes in our boats,
The pain still to burn in the third, Too hot to quell the all flames with words
So I put two fingers for world peace, If the beast still plagues the streets,
Then I'll take out my weapon from it's sheath,
No sword or gun just pen and a mission at hand
Just tryin' to be real and number one.
who didn't have enough sense to be full dolla,
always settlin' for less when dude's tried to holla.
That's similar to mine, I reflect in a rhyme,
I would sell myself short, competitive intellect abused by time,
Dodgin' the Voodoo man's knives. My lives still remain at nine...
The 8th wonder of the world,
A girl fulfillin' bodily needs with ease, Redemption for me to try and breathe,
The narrow path of the heavens, is marked with halos and sevens,
No package for the devil in the severance,
Independent from hell, I shake off my outer shell,
Dust off the devil's prints, if the college life should ever fail
Then I'll take my talents to South Beach and rock a number 6.
Five fingers in the air, the world is still mine but allow me share part of my mind.
The 4th part of the saga, A New Hope for those that are down ropes,
To the Motherland we rockin', back to the West Coast,
Disadvantaged at birth, we started our voyage with holes in our boats,
The pain still to burn in the third, Too hot to quell the all flames with words
So I put two fingers for world peace, If the beast still plagues the streets,
Then I'll take out my weapon from it's sheath,
No sword or gun just pen and a mission at hand
Just tryin' to be real and number one.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Exhibit A Inspired
I be the flyest thing to hit the Riv scene since Reggie Miller
From the creation of Adam and Eve until now, every other rapper’s work should just be considered fillers
I pray for those who ponder if they’ll see breakfast and dinner
Where lunch is luxury, and their life will succumb to Be
Imagine, a world where starvation never happened
Or maybe a world where MARS never started rappin’
Or where niggas never picked up a gun, got a colored flag, and started jackin’
Hoods with no action,
Just satisfaction in equal living
Where no wrong goes unforgiven
Or better yet, unforgotten
Cause while one faction’s member lies in the street with his body decomposed and rottin’
His comrades sit about the round table plottin
Jottin’ down every idea to put their rivals six feet under ground
All for survival, and a chance at the crown
Chasin’ money, so you and your crew will never go hungry
Its funny how we went from rhyming rhymes about the gingerbread man
To talking bout the fate and the plight of the black Man
America’s latest targets be Mexicans and Afghans
Negative propaganda for oil-filled lands
Iraq and Iran,
We didn’t know nothing about em’ till America decided to try fill its pockets
Imperialism still exist but the fact is they can’t stop it…
From the creation of Adam and Eve until now, every other rapper’s work should just be considered fillers
I pray for those who ponder if they’ll see breakfast and dinner
Where lunch is luxury, and their life will succumb to Be
Imagine, a world where starvation never happened
Or maybe a world where MARS never started rappin’
Or where niggas never picked up a gun, got a colored flag, and started jackin’
Hoods with no action,
Just satisfaction in equal living
Where no wrong goes unforgiven
Or better yet, unforgotten
Cause while one faction’s member lies in the street with his body decomposed and rottin’
His comrades sit about the round table plottin
Jottin’ down every idea to put their rivals six feet under ground
All for survival, and a chance at the crown
Chasin’ money, so you and your crew will never go hungry
Its funny how we went from rhyming rhymes about the gingerbread man
To talking bout the fate and the plight of the black Man
America’s latest targets be Mexicans and Afghans
Negative propaganda for oil-filled lands
Iraq and Iran,
We didn’t know nothing about em’ till America decided to try fill its pockets
Imperialism still exist but the fact is they can’t stop it…
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Untitled
What happen to love being personal?
Uniquely expressed,
While conceptually universal
The fears of pain make us deflect rather than accept
The tears of rain weigh too much for our cheeks to bare the stress
But to those who use Love in vain,
I’m ashamed and Appalled.
For while they let something so scarce and rare,
So Downtrodden, yet Fair,
So Powerful, yet Exhausting,
So Crippling yet Releasing,
So Intense that even at the most suspenseful moments,
In which our hearts pound,
And pound,
And Pound,
And POUND,
The moments after, are yet Simple…
Filled with smiling lips and blinking eyes
Followed by small chuckles that burst into trumpets of laughter
From Pain to Joy
From Soft Banter to Quarrels
Us Have-nots of Love keep faith Alive
For the hope of becoming a Have, tends to Enthrall
Uniquely expressed,
While conceptually universal
The fears of pain make us deflect rather than accept
The tears of rain weigh too much for our cheeks to bare the stress
But to those who use Love in vain,
I’m ashamed and Appalled.
For while they let something so scarce and rare,
So Downtrodden, yet Fair,
So Powerful, yet Exhausting,
So Crippling yet Releasing,
So Intense that even at the most suspenseful moments,
In which our hearts pound,
And pound,
And Pound,
And POUND,
The moments after, are yet Simple…
Filled with smiling lips and blinking eyes
Followed by small chuckles that burst into trumpets of laughter
From Pain to Joy
From Soft Banter to Quarrels
Us Have-nots of Love keep faith Alive
For the hope of becoming a Have, tends to Enthrall
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Never say never
I never thought I’d let myself be so vulnerable
I never thought I’d meet someone so sweet
I never thought my smile would be this big
When I saw you in my passenger seat
You said you’d never fell so hard before
I said I’d never had anyone to catch
We both never thought that your body in my arms
Would turn out to be a perfect match
But you said you’d never leave
And I said I’d never let you go
We said we’d grow old together
And watch all the trees grow
And now, I’d never thought I’d be riding alone
All because of what you read in my phone
I’m suppose to thank God, just for waking up
But without you, everything still wouldn’t seem like enough
I’d never thought I’d miss you so much…
I never thought I’d meet someone so sweet
I never thought my smile would be this big
When I saw you in my passenger seat
You said you’d never fell so hard before
I said I’d never had anyone to catch
We both never thought that your body in my arms
Would turn out to be a perfect match
But you said you’d never leave
And I said I’d never let you go
We said we’d grow old together
And watch all the trees grow
And now, I’d never thought I’d be riding alone
All because of what you read in my phone
I’m suppose to thank God, just for waking up
But without you, everything still wouldn’t seem like enough
I’d never thought I’d miss you so much…
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Life on Hold
Feeling like my life is on hold
Trying pursue happiness ain’t got enough gold
The pressures of social ills got me wanting to fold
Do I remain the same me? And where’s the happiness to show?
I walk the tightrope and if I fall down below
I’ll descend into misery and all its best friends
The company of Pain, puts a toll on my brain
Been searching for the community of Joy since I was boy
But as I’m falling down I see despair running the town
So with a pounds Sound I’m trying to stay off the ground
Hope is thin in the air so it’s hard me to breathe.
As if there wasn’t enough barricades in the way of me trying to make the ends meet
It’s just roadblock after roadblock
We often run away from the heat like the stove’s top is getting hot
I may be a rookie, but I’m here to dominate the League
The motto’s still the same, My Audio Reigns Supreme
~M.A.R.S.~
Trying pursue happiness ain’t got enough gold
The pressures of social ills got me wanting to fold
Do I remain the same me? And where’s the happiness to show?
I walk the tightrope and if I fall down below
I’ll descend into misery and all its best friends
The company of Pain, puts a toll on my brain
Been searching for the community of Joy since I was boy
But as I’m falling down I see despair running the town
So with a pounds Sound I’m trying to stay off the ground
Hope is thin in the air so it’s hard me to breathe.
As if there wasn’t enough barricades in the way of me trying to make the ends meet
It’s just roadblock after roadblock
We often run away from the heat like the stove’s top is getting hot
I may be a rookie, but I’m here to dominate the League
The motto’s still the same, My Audio Reigns Supreme
~M.A.R.S.~
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