Saturday, May 30, 2009
Soul Reasonings: The N Word
Friday, May 29, 2009
Dos Equis...The Most Interesting Man In The World...
Nuff said, lmao. Just click on the link...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Soul Sounds #1: Lupe Fiaso's "The Coolest"
Our inaugural “Soul Sounds” post is certain to raise the initial ire of the Spotless Cussbud (as she shall now be forever referenced in this space), due to the repeated use of one of her least favoured words (my arguments on this point is another post for another day). However, in this case, it is merited and adds value to the song. “The Coolest”, by Lupe Fiasco, is a blend of social commentary, introspection, and pretty cool theater. It examines what makes us cool, and how far we are really willing to go to get it without being overly judgmental. However, I’ll save further discussion on this topic for the commentary. Without further ado, ladies and germs, “The Coolest”:
The coolest niggah... what? [X16]
Lord please have sympathy, and forgive My Cool Young History, as
The coolest niggah... what? [X4]
[Verse 1]
I love the Lord,
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace
And I love the war
I love the seas
and I love the shore
No love for no beach
baby, that's loyal
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
I trip, I fall
run up and brawl.
I love her, with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel,
every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said - that she would give me greatness,
status, placement above the others
My face would grace covers
of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene,
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen,
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
and we would both rule, forever,
And I would never feel pain
and never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops,
And everything's dry
she would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would comission my image on her bosom
To hum
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
and I'll be...
The coolest niggah... what? [X8]
Lord please have sympathy,
And forgive My Cool Young History as
The coolest niggah... what? [X4]
[Verse 2]
And so began our reign
The Trinity, her and I came
No weather man could ever stand
What her and I can
Hella hard
Umbrella, whatever,
put plywood on propeller panes,
And pray to God that the flood subside
'cause you gonna need a sub till he does reply
And not one of Jared's
You think it's all arid
and everything's irie
Another supply
That means another July
Inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger
Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest among the
Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies
and well to do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fightin' in class
Who might not pass
Rap record pressure to laugh
and a life not fast
"Can you feel it?"[echo]
That's what I got asked
"Do I love her?"[echo]
I said I don't know
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One time's my sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote
To a crying, dishonored baby momma
Who's the momma to a daughter
That I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes
and a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car
The opener of a door or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd
Right up in her face, G
There's more fish in the sea,
I'm on my mission to be, be
The Coolest niggah... what? [X8]
Lord please have sympathy,
and forgive My Cool Young History
The Coolest... what? [X4]
[Verse 3]
Come. These are the tales of The Cool.
Guaranteed to make you go and fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
and hang with the players of the pool
Fast talkin' on the hustle
No Heaven up above you
No Hell underneath ye
and nowhere will recieve thee
So.
Shed no tear
when we're not here
and keep your faith,
as we chase
The Cool [echoes]
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
1 Year Later...
Btw, following in the footsteps of our foxy, filthy-mouthed, female friend (who stole my idea, even though I never mentioned it to her, ;)) I'm gonna post one song per week that I like or feel, with the lyrics attached. Cuz I want to...
1 Year...
1 year wiser,
1 year lighter,
1 year brighter,
1 year later,
I'm still here,
Darker and colder.
C2h, aka Triniyute
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Serenity
Serenity aka. I Found Myself
In the spread of dye on parchment
Words defined by ink and born of thought
Taking their tales of woe and setting them free
I have found peace,
In the tossing of words to the wind
In the melody of song in the air
and the peals of laughter dancing on the breeze
I have found strength,
In the smiles of others,
Their shoulders always ready to be cried on
The backs ever waiting to share overbearing burdens
I have found tranquility again
I have found peace again
I have found strength again
I have found myself again...
C2h aka Triniyute: 1/5/2008 @8:30p
Heart Unavailable
Heart Unavailable
Sorry, but my heart is unavailable right now
It tried to answer the phone but,
It simply has too much baggage in tow,
See, the last time someone called,
It answered quite happily
It danced, it sang,
It skipped and it ran
Then it tripped, and it fell.
It tripped by itself, see
Chasing something it didn’t know how to reach
It stumbled, then rolled
Fell and then folded,
It bruised its head and busted its lip,
Shattered its leg and broke its hip,
Then it lay there to die
Battered and bruised, it lay on the ground
Months passed, before any strength, it found.
Anyway, it’s better now,
But not by much,
It’s still healing itself
And re-learning to trust
It’s just there lying,
And staring at 4 walls,
It’s just there praying,
That it won’t feel pain anymore
So it apologises for being unable to answer your call
But my heart holds little hope,
For what the future holds in store.
Soul Reasoning...(Posted on Facebook 27/11/2007)
There are things in my life that I truly regret. I regret not finishing my degree. I regret not telling my mother how much I truly loved her before she died. I regret my decision to love some one who did not love me back. I regret not being able to love someone who truly did love me. I regret hurting those who I love, and who loved me back, by pushing them away from me. My life can be summed up by the regret I have for mistakes made, opportunities lost and chances spurned. Does that mean that my life is one huge regret? No. I would change some of the decisions I made but I would not change the experience that I have gained as a result of those same decisions. If that seems paradoxical, it is and I do not apologise for it. It is the simple truth. But in the myriad of “what-if’s” that shape my past, I think I found the stimulation for the “what-may-be’s”. And maybe, just maybe, that is what keeps me going. Hope. Not hope that the past will suddenly change, but the hope that past will shape the future in a better way.
I was taught to be the best person I can be by the most beautiful person I ever knew. She forgot to mention that you will fall and scrape your knees on that journey. I have realized that I have a very long way to go on the journey to be like her. I have had my share of disappointments, and disappointed more than my fair share of people. I have tried to be in equal parts, a good son, nephew, great-nephew, brother, cousin, friend and boyfriend. I have had some successes and some failures. In my rush to become that perfect person, I forgot the greatest lesson she ever taught me: the sign of a great person comes from putting others first and yourself last. I have neglected to do that in a big way. As I confessed to someone recently, I have been selfish. In retrospect, although I was referring to a specific set of incidents, it can be applied to a much larger perspective. I can blame people and circumstances, but that is the panacea of the vain and fools. I need look only at myself for blame.
So what does all this mean? Something and nothing. Recent events have forced me to take a deep, long and hard look at myself. And I was not pleased with or proud of what I saw. In short, it was nothing like the person, my mother taught me to be. I have unknowingly supervised my own change in to a dark, brooding and unlikable person, who according to very reliable (and brutally honest) sources, regularly turned his back on people he calls treasured friends. I have ignored the offers of help that have been given to me by friends and family alike. And I apologise for it. And most of all, to Ma, I’m sorry it took so long for your lessons to stick. I guess it just took me this long to figure it out. But I am ready to use those lessons now. Just help me to stay on the right path, for it is winding and hard and lonely at times. But that is what makes you a better person, isn’t it?
I haven’t said it much but, thanks Ma. I love you a lot and I miss you.
And that is (part of it) in a nutshell.