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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Today is Khalifah Muhammad's birthday along with Solomon Mastin (Solooo happy birthday honeybunches) . So far this day has been wonderful. Nice,smooth and easy breezy and beautiful. December 11th has to go down in history as one of those days...i guess thats what happens when a comet is born on this day. I am on my phone typing this while looking at the stars...its time to say later Khalifah and float above my city and lay my head. It was nice flying with you...you guided the plane nicely up there...best ride ever despite the cold..
We landed....
We landed....
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
My world is caving down on me..
How can my friends become my enemies...
How you deny and then friend request me...
These letters these colors these judgements these squads these lines
all become a platter and mixture of chaotic gray paint
and my soul has become taint
due to my egotistic judgement of my peers.
I was too cool for school
and organizations of boogies matters
I was too high in my mind and
free in my being
that all these auras of "better-than
left me not seeing...
that I too have flaws
and all in all
sometimes I don't get up too quick when I fall
I lay
and I lay
and pray that one day
I won't get all the answers and the urge for questioning becomes ceased
unless the Most High lease
me some light and clarity
for the fact that the only fear I have is buried in thee and me.
This fight with myself has gone for ages
and the chapters of my life is probably missing some pages
because the sentencing of my self
left disunited paragraphs
and friends in masks
trying to get attention but in cold air they bask
and cold shoulders they get
i got no chips!
or bread
and what I heard before I probably done said
but best believe I will listen
and I will stay in the kitchen
and my art is no puzzle
I'm not missing
and you not dissing me...
my class you kissing up too
times three
and the fee for all this plastic
will settle
and all the real
people
is
E X T I N C T
Jurassic.
How can my friends become my enemies...
How you deny and then friend request me...
These letters these colors these judgements these squads these lines
all become a platter and mixture of chaotic gray paint
and my soul has become taint
due to my egotistic judgement of my peers.
I was too cool for school
and organizations of boogies matters
I was too high in my mind and
free in my being
that all these auras of "better-than
left me not seeing...
that I too have flaws
and all in all
sometimes I don't get up too quick when I fall
I lay
and I lay
and pray that one day
I won't get all the answers and the urge for questioning becomes ceased
unless the Most High lease
me some light and clarity
for the fact that the only fear I have is buried in thee and me.
This fight with myself has gone for ages
and the chapters of my life is probably missing some pages
because the sentencing of my self
left disunited paragraphs
and friends in masks
trying to get attention but in cold air they bask
and cold shoulders they get
i got no chips!
or bread
and what I heard before I probably done said
but best believe I will listen
and I will stay in the kitchen
and my art is no puzzle
I'm not missing
and you not dissing me...
my class you kissing up too
times three
and the fee for all this plastic
will settle
and all the real
people
is
E X T I N C T
Jurassic.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Curly Nikki | Natural Hair Styles and Curly Hair Care: Zhara's Hairgrowth Tea
Curly Nikki | Natural Hair Styles and Curly Hair Care: Zhara's Hairgrowth Tea: "Remember the ridiculously beautiful and wholly natural Zhara?! Well she's back to share a very special recipe with the CurlyNikki community..."
Saturday, December 4, 2010
tnp.
I use to be scared of The Nutty Professor but now that I am a bit older...and its so funny. I really need to start back to Averroes..now that its a commercial brb
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Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dead Presidents
I must admit that Dead Presidents is arguable one of the best movies of modern times. It is highly underrated. This movie looks at the effects of war on the young, black and gifted who do decide t "serve" this country in war. Lorenz Tate's character is an accurate depiction of a young male coming back to find the world he left has now gotten that much colder.
Love Love this movie.
Love Love this movie.
Oh Mike
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:57 AM)
=]
michael.:(1:58 AM)
im going to tie your little locks to my bedroom door
michael.:(1:58 AM)
that way you cant run too far from my sight
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
lolllllllll
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
lmao
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
im facebooking this
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
and blogging it
michael.:(1:59 AM)
ok :)
=]
michael.:(1:58 AM)
im going to tie your little locks to my bedroom door
michael.:(1:58 AM)
that way you cant run too far from my sight
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
lolllllllll
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
lmao
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
im facebooking this
kiingdonpellyoso:(1:59 AM)
and blogging it
michael.:(1:59 AM)
ok :)
Silent Treatment ...The Roots in my HEART
I am having a massive amount of soulgasms....or rather earloving.....
Silent Treatment has always been a favorite but these mixes have taken me to a higher elevation...
Black Thought is speaking to ME.
I always feel like love is something far away with another physical.
Lust is always right in my face...but love..where at? Where they at.
These are the amazing remixes....
now stop breathing so heavy.....
Silent Treatment has always been a favorite but these mixes have taken me to a higher elevation...
Black Thought is speaking to ME.
I always feel like love is something far away with another physical.
Lust is always right in my face...but love..where at? Where they at.
These are the amazing remixes....
now stop breathing so heavy.....
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Roots - Silent Treatment
my name is queen amina
and amina not no freaking.
CRAZY FRUSTRATION ABOUT MY LOVING SITUATION.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Jealousy the ugliest trait..don't ever do it.
Is it okay for people to steal your words?
Man I don't know...
Chilling literally in this library ...
about to read a bit and possibly take out some books...I need to be on blogspot more and facebook less.
I can tell I am going under some type of anxiety because my nails have started chipping.=[
the weather is pretty stormy...like my thoughts,
i got some thinking and explaining to do.
Man I don't know...
Chilling literally in this library ...
about to read a bit and possibly take out some books...I need to be on blogspot more and facebook less.
I can tell I am going under some type of anxiety because my nails have started chipping.=[
the weather is pretty stormy...like my thoughts,
i got some thinking and explaining to do.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
its hard to not follow the crowd
and its even harder to speak when the silence is so unnecessarily loud...
or maybe it is needed
maybe its too show you haven't been defeated.
you've risen above...
and allowed people to come with you.
sometimes when i'm in the rain..
now i don't think.
no i don't think.
i let the rain fall on my locs
the freeformed kind
in hopes that maybe this substance from the sky will let them grow..
i've caught myself eating for my hair
not caring
about the applause or the stares
cause i'm not starring in this show..
i've gone from blowed out straight to curly kinky nappy fros...
i went from the highest of the highs
and the lowest of the blows..
i don't puff
or anything but i exhale and inhale
a great deal
chill i try
to do
i won't front
you turned your back on me
you said
we were friends
the end had no time measurements
but i no stress a thing
now
i guess
i care too much about my carelessness
i laugh to much when i die inside.
i laugh too much
cause i die inside.
and its even harder to speak when the silence is so unnecessarily loud...
or maybe it is needed
maybe its too show you haven't been defeated.
you've risen above...
and allowed people to come with you.
sometimes when i'm in the rain..
now i don't think.
no i don't think.
i let the rain fall on my locs
the freeformed kind
in hopes that maybe this substance from the sky will let them grow..
i've caught myself eating for my hair
not caring
about the applause or the stares
cause i'm not starring in this show..
i've gone from blowed out straight to curly kinky nappy fros...
i went from the highest of the highs
and the lowest of the blows..
i don't puff
or anything but i exhale and inhale
a great deal
chill i try
to do
i won't front
you turned your back on me
you said
we were friends
the end had no time measurements
but i no stress a thing
now
i guess
i care too much about my carelessness
i laugh to much when i die inside.
i laugh too much
cause i die inside.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
whatever.
Why do I get the short end of the stick? But then again why not...i'm about to drop out of school and just become a bum high on life ...where is my pleasure...i'm finding all of my pains...
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Thanks to the hurt feelings no way could they be hard,
bruised.
like soft peaches...
never good deals
no matter how many cards..
i pluck
out.
this is your game.
players have no place.
but you never knew the damage
cause you could never
poke poke poker her face.
you could never pinpoint
her soul.
never find her light.
blinded half heartledly
wishing fate could take a different turn
wishing all the calories wouldn't burn
waiting and wanting to hold on to something...
you're trying to work it out...
balance it out like an elliptical
didn't think the outcome would flip on you-
you
didn't think i'd be okay
at the end of the day
at the end of the day
at the end of the day
at the end of the mother loving day
you really thought for a moment SHE wouldn't be okay?
bruised.
like soft peaches...
never good deals
no matter how many cards..
i pluck
out.
this is your game.
players have no place.
but you never knew the damage
cause you could never
poke poke poker her face.
you could never pinpoint
her soul.
never find her light.
blinded half heartledly
wishing fate could take a different turn
wishing all the calories wouldn't burn
waiting and wanting to hold on to something...
you're trying to work it out...
balance it out like an elliptical
didn't think the outcome would flip on you-
you
didn't think i'd be okay
at the end of the day
at the end of the day
at the end of the day
at the end of the mother loving day
you really thought for a moment SHE wouldn't be okay?
I couldn't let you think that.
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