Love

74) “u”

The B.L.A.Z.E. Blog Post Series: The Girl Was Special, Special (lol)

74) u
By: Johnny Blaze

I fantasized about you last night in bed
It was me walking down my street,
No sign of police,
I don’t think I was high, holy!
I saw you hanging out with your Auntie, just out front on the veranda
So I immediately crossed the street and hugged you, might have been listening to Sweet Home Alabama
Ironic isn’t it? Maybe, but this lady,
Was my first love
My second kiss,
I held her snug
What are you doing here?
“Nothing much, just hanging out”
This doesn’t happen every day
I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk,
She said “Sure,” and for once I wasn’t stumped
We went to my favourite place to sesh
Innes Bridge; lowkey it’s the best
-Spot,
On a beautiful day, you should see the view from the,
-Top

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And it was gorgeous
She acknowledged it, I hugged her again and she was all for it
This is the closest thing to happiness, If I died tomorrow, I can say I died in peace
She said “That was so cute”
I kissed her like she was my boo
I held her hand and we went to the other side
A walk down memory lane was on my mind
Brought her to the fence, where we would chill on this cement bench

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We made out some more,
She sighed in grace leaned her head toward
-My shoulder, lets go older,
Walked her toward the exact spot where I asked her out and broke up with her

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Then I got on one knee and said
Will you marry me?
Nah, it was a joke though,
Her laugh was cute and at the bench, we smoked some bowls oh,
Then we walked to the last spot where we kissed in the rain the day she left

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So I decided to kiss her one last time and walked her to my house hopin’ for some sex
And that was the end

69) “i”

 69) i
By: Johnny Blaze ft.Kendrick Lamar[Sample:] (x2)
This is a world premiere!

[Intro: Johnny Blaze]
I done been through a lot of shit
Depression, heartbreak, wanted to call it quits
Drowned in a swimming pool like Kendrick
Lost in the purple haze; Jimi Hendrix
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Felt like my time was up
Shook my head but looked at the sky above
I could see the stars were white like a flying dove
All in my head; these thoughts I gotta shove,

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
And I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze]
Nobody really knows Davey (Davey)
But you read about him (read about him)
Is he doing okay? (okay)
Or is he going a little crazy? (crazy)
A piece of this rhyme, came from
-The peace in my mind,
So I say love yourself before you love others,
That goes to my brother, but I pay no mind
Everybody wants happiness
Everybody wants happiness,
Appreciate everything in life that you experience
Everything in life ain’t that serious,
So I’m saying this,

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 2: Johnny Blaze]
They wanna put fear in our minds and scare us to death,
And the media ain’t right, they turn to the left
And that provokes grand theft and some half step
-To your eating ha-bits, so now you’re just crêpe, yup
These mornings uplift me,
Wanna come smoke dope with a-G?
We can smoke a G, I’ll roll one so gently
Dreamin’ as an escape to my paradise
Warm weather in Cali; it’s very nice
Leave my life behind me, start a new one highly,
The spirit in me, I will rise

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Walk my bare feet (Walk my bare feet)
Down, down valley deep (Down, down valley deep)
Fi-fie-fo-fum (Fi-fie-fo-fum)
My heart undone (My heart undone)

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 3: Johnny Blaze]
Hol’ up,
I couldn’t sleep last night
Had a nightmare she was right there What the fuck are you doing here?
All she wanted was a human sacrifice
I couldn’t sleep last night
Watching too much television, I’m making a decision
To stop ’cause I need to rest my eye sight
I couldn’t sleep last night
I’ve been dealing with emotions
-Of never ending notions
I’mma find a way to be alright
I couldn’t sleep last night
I’ve been dealing with Anxiety ever since society lied to me
Tryna rehabilitate my Chi,
‘Cause I’m really an emcee
So you could referee, you could even disagree,
But it’s up to you, pick and choose, the right team
And it’s clear if you’re not here and I’m still doing me,
That I don’t need you,
Don’t have to please you,
I’m a hundred percent real; guarantee
I might sound gutsy, s/o to my homies
Our comic will be shown, on-the-marquee
Pass our life story to the future, and I’m not talking about Issue number three
I’m talking to everybody, even wannabe’s
-Reborn, rise above to the top, hear you muthaphukkin’ scream, “I LOVE MYSELF!”

[Outro: Johnny Blaze]
I was so stressed
I must confess, I wanted to be dead
Oh no, this can’t be, was flying so high
Give me strength to be free ’till the day I die

i

68) “L.O.V.E. (Lack of Visual Empathy)”

68) L.O.V.E. (Lack of Visual Empathy)
By: Johnny Blaze

Love is the most misunderstood concept in the world
You can’t see it,
You can’t touch it,
You can’t hear, taste, or speak love
But love finds it’s way to break your five senses
And guides your heart into a new dimension
But what is love?
People can love their car,
Love their job,
Love music
But think deeper than that
People enjoy getting from point A to B without worrying about transit because they have a vehicle
People enjoy making money, not the job itself; having money makes life comfortable
People can claim they love music but they just seek for a zone of alone,
Time to pay no mind to anything but what’s on their iPod, phones, laptops…
We are drones
Cloned to one another in which individuality is something rare like a rose growing from cracked concrete
“Naw b, I love my girl, I’d do anything for her”
Really?
So does changing how you live your life really mean you’re in love?
Does sacrificing beliefs and morals for someone who doesn’t appreciate nor acknowledges it or even a slight bit recognizes what you do for them, is that really, love?
Some argue that love is something we “feel” but what does love feel like?
The closest thing I can recall is losing the one person who accepted me and my flaws at an early age
Like the universe didn’t want us together so we both went our separate ways
But I was heartbroken
At an early age…
And they say “Kids these days”
Yeah well kids in my days had some experience with relationships
Even if the relation was shit, it still was in the ocean, be the captain; take control of the ship
That was what I thought love was
Love was when you can’t sleep at night because you would hopelessly think that maybe when you go to class the next day,
Sit at your desk, turn around and look at the back door opened towards the hallway,
And hope that maybe you would see that pretty brunette with blonde highlights and the prettiest eyes just walk right by say “Hi,” and walk inside,
Sit next to you and refurbish old times
If love isn’t about crying when you come home because you re-read the same old letter she wrote you in pink ink with the last sentence reading “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had”
Then I am naive as the rest of society
The idea that people need a partner in order to be truly happy is astonishing
Really says a lot about people
Why, the thought of feeling safe is great,
But why feel great if nobody feels equal?
Why do we depend on people to feel a certain way?
Has society permanently entered a phase,
Where one cannot simply go a day without their… “Bae?”
Really?
The idea that we cannot be happy with ourselves but depend on others for security is silly
I’m not even going to touch on the subject of kids having sex ’cause they’re not even wrapping their willy
But that’s society for ya
And love is nothing but a four letter word
Previous generations will shit on us like birds,
‘Cause they think they got it all figured out, mmhm, *clap, clap,* bravo
You think you guys are the most intelligent of all, *clap, clap* you’re wrong yo!
This is OUR generation, we ain’t living in the past
And if you want to succeed in life,
Learn to accept what’s happening fast,
Then you’ll last
Accept that technology will change constantly
Accept that kids are smoking dope,
Accept that most people don’t give a fuck about Jesus or religion
We are originals, but we have to exhibit
-Our minds and reach our full potential
Love is just a silly idea that literally has people going mental
How many of you have lost a best friend because they got too attached to their partner?
Yup, yup, that’s society for ya!
And these are the same people who said they always got your back, oh yeah!
Well they lied
They aren’t true to their word, but if the relationship ends, one might contemplate suicide
-Which is never a good sign
So you comfort the friend:
You’ll be fine. Here, drink some wine
Why comfort these people who abandoned us?
Well, cause love makes people go mental
The cycle goes as follows:
Friends

Relationship

Then it ends
Lack of Visual Empathy is killing my zen

L.O.V.E.

59) “A Twitter Cypher”

A Twitter Cypher
By: Johnny Blaze and JDF

[JDF:]
Me and my homie DLP we go way back,
We attack wack emcees who are straight wannabes,
We on the A track,
This ain’t no play back,
Better stay back

[Johnny Blaze:]
Pack a mac in the back of the ‘lac like I’m Big Pun
No I lied, I’m Johnny Blaze this is the ordeal son
Smoke loud my ears rung

[JDF:]
My ears rung it ain’t over but the fat lady sung,
How can I lose when I’m God’s son?
We murder the alphabet and we don’t got a gun

[Johnny Blaze:]
All we got is one what?
One love, one life, one heart
So why should I sell my soul?
To make myself seem smart?
Damn retards

[JDF:]
Everyone plays their parts,
No slackers on my team, we hittin’ the charts
DLP and JDF,
Hella noise making people go deaf

[Johnny Blaze:]
Somebody call a ref
‘Cause this fuck boy just illegally gave me a body check!
I embody stress and release THC from my breath

[JDF:]
Smokin’ loud but my voice is louder,
Blowin’ flames like I’m fuckin’ Bowser,
Search all you want for talent but this ain’t a browser

[Johnny Blaze:]
Wowzers
“Yeah baby yeah” call me Austin Powers
No never that, I grew up in the six
But my origins is legit
503, E.S. I’m slick

[JDF:]
“Ouuu kill ’em” no don’t do that, just fill ’em with envy
I could load up these clips and start to empty
I move heavy no chevy

[Johnny Blaze:]
Niggaz love to wear Religions or Levi’s
But I would rather wear some Dickies no matter what size
I’m me, fuck dem other guys

[JDF:]
Trueys on no religion
These niggas birds; fuckin’ pigeon
Catch me cookin’ in the kitchen,
Not talkin’ baseball when I say I’m pitchin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
I dislike it when bitches don’t pitch in
-For the weed I mean,
I once tripped out ’cause I sipped on lean
Win like Charlie Sheen

[JDF:]
Lean got me leanin’,
Kush got me seein’,
Shrooms got me fienin’
But these bitches got the demon,
Understand the meanin’
Stop dreamin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
Rather plot, stay schemin’
And fuck French Montana!
He’s trash like a white bitch who swallows dick like a banana

[JDF:]
‘Bout to go bananas,
Two sides to my life like Hannah’s,
Rap ’bout anything,
Flow’s so sick it goes with everything
Why you tryna sing?

[Johnny Blaze:]
If you singin’ man I don’t, fuck wit, you!
Deez stupid ass bitches steppin’ on my shoes!
Kick them to the curb ’cause that’s what I do

[JDF:]
Ain’t no melody,
You just a fella b
-Who thought he felt the beat,
Another defeat,
Me and DLP,
Kill the beat, we keep it discrete

[Johnny Blaze:]
I stay low key ’cause my soles ain’t free
‘Cause I’m a real OG from my head to my feet
And if a bitch hate me she can kiss her teeth

[JDF:]
Eat beef no steak,
Everything on the line but nothing at stake
I might bend but I won’t break
You’re fake, it’s time to wake n bake
Fuckin’ snake

[Johnny Blaze:]
Too many of them in the Garden of Eden
A Freestyle About Nothin’ mentioned my blog is viewed from Canada to Sweden
I’m sweet, eh

3) “Truth or Truth, Pt. I” [Final Version]

3) Truth or Truth, Pt. I
By: Johnny Blaze

[Intro:]
I love this beat man
I love Slaughterhouse
Crooked I, Royce Da 5’9″, Joell Ortiz and Joe Budden
That’s that group right there, that powerhouse rap group
Feel me?
No one doing it better than those dudes right now
So, let me see what I can do on this Truth or Truth beat, off that “On The House” mixtape
You Ready?
Yo-yo-yo, yo!

[Verse 1:]
I seemed to have lost my face,
Went to Vapour Lounge with some friends ’cause they know the place,
I mean, I never been there before,
So my idea of a good time was about to kick at the door
Stoners are immune to the reality of life so when you ask me why I smoke I’ll tell you reality’s a dyke….
-But shes my wife
Unfortunately I admit, I’m addicted to weed,
Or maybe I’m just committed, who’s to say I’m not addicted to me?
My homies don’t approve of anything that I do,
When I asked them to join me they said “I’m sick of this dude”
Kinda fucked up how friends become strangers,
For once in my life I thought I couldn’t be in more danger
I had dreams that I could have good friends, good fam and a good wife,
Then I woke up and realized that this wasn’t real life

[Bridge 1:]
I pause for the beat to drop,
But in my mind, all I hear is the sound of the needle pop

[Verse 2:]
Sadly every day I wake up depressed and alone,
But when I go out, I put on a front like it was a well structured home
My mother hate the way that I look, I’m tired of disappointing her, every day I stress,
I make a mess on the floor of my mind with thoughts that don’t make sense
How could she look her own son in his eyes and tell him “You need to cut your hair, you don’t look like a guy”
Ain’t that some B.S,
My own mother don’t love me,
I should runaway and leave a note like P.S.
I really wished you accepted me Mama,
Difficult to rap this and say I can’t believe you did this to me Mama,
Now I have to grow up knowing you’ll never be proud of me,
Look me in the eye, smile with me
No?
Well fuck you then!
I have a father but he never
cared really,
He was just there for us financially
He never taught me how to ride a bike,
Then when I aged, he wondered why I never ride the night
He should’ve gave me “the talk” man to man but he’s so pussy, he can’t handle being a man to a man
My own brother tellin’ me “Don’t do drugs don’t drink ya see?”
I say You do the same, so fuck you, I hope you bleed hypocrisy!
Nigga always mocking me!
Motherfucker is constantly cocky B!
I’m done with family,
You woulda thought that they ran from me!
I’m in this alone, it doesn’t matter anymo’,
Homies don’t know but fam, I’m grown

[Bridge 2:]
Ouuuuuuu oh
Nope I ain’t done yet,
I still need to speak my truth,
So don’t rewind it

[Verse 3:]
Today I realized that getting turnt up ain’t what it seems,
Drank so much that Saturday I fell to my knees
Everybody was probably starring, laughing, maybe even askin’ what happened,
Seems like people only remember the times you fail, not the times you prevail
It’s obvious that my real friends judge me even when I’m at my lowest point,
Weird, maybe I should just chill with the people who like to smoke a joint
I mean I ain’t gon’ lie, that day I fucked up, but that’s the reality of life,
If you don’t live and learn, you livin’ an inexperienced life
The other day I was with close friends, we smoked a couple Js, it was cool and shit,
But the weed made me realize what’s happening ain’t legit
My homie was acting like he was on shrooms,
This is the same guy who plays drums in his living room
The same dude who constantly judges me for doing drugs,
But there he was,
Smoking the kush, getting a buzz
At Subway the dude couldn’t eat,
Lettuce falling out of his mouth along with that meat
That was disgusting to witness,
I smoked but I was conscious,
Everyone smoked, everything they said was utterly non-sense
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
I was becoming that person who needed more in his mind,
Who could intake more weed, more alcohol, more food
What’s happening to me?
I need to turn my life around,
The first step in order to succeed,
Is knowing you can go a day without weed
No drinks please,
One too many for me and I’ll be down on my knees,
Like I’m at church when ironically, that’s what I need
God…
Jesus…
Faith…
I need those things in my life,
I want to be that person who knows that every little thing is gonna be alright
Bob Marley stays in my soul even when I’m blazed,
‘Cause knowing you’ll be okay, is a good thing to say
I honestly don’t know how I’ll get a job,
I’m an inexperienced gringo who stays at home like a slob
Maybe I should fix my resumé,
Make myself sound better than what I really am
Look at Sam,
Kicked out of his home,
Got on the phone with his Grandma,
She took him in,
He got a job,
Went back to school,
And got it in
How is it possible that stoners can get a job but not me?
I know I’m not trying but feels like even when I try they’ll just lie and say “We’ll call you”
No!
Like that stupid bitch Missy,
You lied to me, you said I got the job at the shop,
I told all my friends that I would be working at a thrift shop
They all shut me down, told me it’s sketchy
Well how supportive of you,
-But they were right
She ended up tellin’ me that the position has been filled,
Which doesn’t make sense ’cause you said I’d be making bills
So next time don’t say the job is yours,
‘Cause now you look like a stupid, motherfucking whore…

[Bridge 3:]
Hol’ up, hol’ up, let me stop this for a second,
That was the old DLP,
Let’s talk in present time; from my perspective

[Verse 4:]
My Moms just found out I smoke dope
She said I’m stupid, she didn’t raise me like this, guess she’s lost all hope
And my brother, he snapped; raged at me, started yelling like a lunatic
He got in my face, where was my father? In the living room, all you heard was *click*
That’s the sound of the remote,
My Mama came into my room, grabbed my backpack and told me to throw away the dope
Sweet lord Jesus,
If I don’t get rid of my stash, she might call the police
-And, we don’t want no problems in here,
I’m just a stoner, lazy and might die a loner, but it’s my Mama I fear
-The most, if I quit smoking dope, will I really be livin’ the life I want?
Or livin’ a life to suffice the needs of my mother, I can’t front
-As if it wouldn’t bother me
But all I wanna see is you smile obviously
Mama don’t think less of me please! Don’t leave me stranded!
Yeah I’m a pothead but don’t panic, it’s only organic!
Man oh man seeing you break down is not something I wanted to see,
I can’t even pee, tears fall down my face and because I’m sick, I suddenly sneeze
I don’t wanna be the reason you die,
I couldn’t handle such a tragedy,
I would never be able to sleep; I would just stay up and cry
Why, why, why did this have to happen man?
I’m feeling suicidal like the white boy from Stan
And, how can I be the man if I’m the reason for your pain?
Guess I’m a piece of shit, I should die in vein
Maine,
Sometimes I wonder will I really end up working for Double-X-L?
Will I eventually reach my goals, become a person who excelled?
I be lying if I said that doesn’t bother me,
This is truth or truth, and for the record I try not to lie, honestly
Truth be told if it weren’t for this pen and pad,
I’d be jumping off a bridge and land
-On a train track
Get demolished by a train, crap!
And this be the realest shit I ever wrote…

[Outro:]
This song was written in four different periods of my life
That is why this is the deepest piece I ever wrote for real
Love me or hate me, without having writing as an outlet,
I would be dead with my tombstone that reads “David Lazo-Pineda; The Einstein Of Rap”
Because that’s how my legacy shall proceed,
Truth or Truth, Pt. I is undoubtedly me

44) “What’s On Your Mind? (Pt. I)”

The B.L.A.Z.E. Blog Post Series Day 2

44) What’s On Your Mind? (Pt. I)
By: Johnny Blaze

[Hook:]
What’s on your mind DLP?

[Verse 1:]
Well, lets see
I smoked Sativa today,
My brain needs recovery, I’m layin’ in bed,
Hoes don’t know DLP but they probably judge him ’cause of his head
But it’s coo, I don’t care,
Back to growin’ out my hair,
Wonderin’ how long will it take this time,
Every day I picture me lookin’ like a hippie nope, I’m lyin’
Speaking of tellin’ the truth I’ve been meaning to spit some wisdom,
But I’ve been busy working at System
-Fitness so witness me get the money yawk yawk fuck school, boy I’m queued bruh
This is the first time ever that I’m not worried about school bruh
Take a year off bruh, discover myself more,
Hope not to get addicted to whores ’cause life’s a beach and I’m just sittin’ by the shore
With no jersey bro
Fist pump, push-up, chap stick used to be the moto yo
Yeah I said moto not motto
Fuck Drake, even in person I wouldn’t give him a handshake
Probably pull a Kanye on him
And spit something bright like the blonde on-‘Em
Yeye I’m nothin’ like Slim Shady baby,
I’m Johnny Blaze, increasing peace but sometimes actin’ crazy
What do you mean? Well I’ll tell ya in due time
But first, one must ask,

[Hook:]
What’s on your mind DLP?

[Verse 2:]
Writing this verse obviously
My attitude is like the symbol on a preg test; positively
Seen T K.O. from the ganja, never yayo
Went to St. Nicks and saw Tony flip his fing-oh
His middle fingah, Chubs and I died,
The janitor of St. Nicks, laughin’ at us guys
But to be honest, it was nice seeing him after all these years and he somehow finds a reason to smile
I know I haven’t been to St. Nicks in a while,
But I remember those days like when I will have my first child
And girls getting pregnant seems to be the new style
Or maybe cummin’ inside is the new wild
But it doesn’t matter to me,
If you wanna have kids, go for it, feel free
Speakin’ of free, when are you gonna be single girl?
I saw you on the ‘Gram and thought Damn, if I had her, I’d feel on top of the world
But you know how this shit goes
One minute you talk for hours,
Next minute you’ll be a side hoe
Yes I said it, guys can be side hoes too
What, you thought ’cause some girls are in relationships, claim they loyal but the truth is she’s using you ’cause she’s spoiled
And if you have no problem with that, good for you dumb ass
Have fun trying to look for something real when all you out lookin’ for is some-ass

[Hook:]
What’s on your mind DLP?

[Verse 3:]
Work unfortunately
Last Summer I was working at this fitness club,
This year I’m back so far Eddie is somebody I no longer want to push or shove
So yeah, we on good terms,
But Rose told me she hasn’t heard from Steven since he got fired
Now that’s not even
But odd rather,
I respected that man, so what if he was a cleaner it doesn’t matter
‘Cause he told me I was like a son to him
Which meant a lot to me
I took it personally, ’cause I never had that Father-Son bondage that most kids have,
Every day I live my life ignoring my Dad
But he did say he was proud of me when I graduated High School
However, one day doesn’t make up for a lifetime of abandonment
Be right back, ’bout to break the 5th commandment

[Hook:]
What’s on your mind DLP?

[Verse 4:]
The bible and it’s sorcery
Which (Witch) means Jesus got stoned by his own people
These days ain’t shit changed,
There’s no such thing as being equal
There’s a war going on outside,
How do we maintain?
When our people are killing each other man nobody is safe,
The world’s gone insane
Chicago is like Iraq, or “Chi-raq” so to speak
Jesus Christ, Detroit doesn’t even have a Mayor, people are creating anarchy and Kentucky people are acting like freaks
So let us give our thoughts and prayers to the family of Michael Brown,
Gone but not forgotten, I’m spittin’ real shit now
To those who were victims of police brutality in Ferguson,
Keep ya head up and police better not murder them
To the every day struggle that goes on in the world,
Recognize it is real not everything is pretty like diamonds and pearls
This is on a serious note guys, I can’t deal with violence like this
If I could just make one wish,
It’d be to make peace within our planet
Loving each other should be a daily habit

[Hook:]
What’s on your mind DLP?

[Verse 5:]
This girl and it’s torturing me
‘Cause I’m talkin’ to her, and I feel weird for being so openly
I usually keep to myself so I don’t hurt my health
You can’t be broken hearted if your heart’s on lockdown
But I’mma give this a chance in hopes that I don’t get let down
She’s the only cool kid at school,
All the others are room temperature
Cold as ice or ice cream cold like Gucci’s “Brrr!
I kinda dig you or I’m trying to at least
Fuck that old chick, she had me dyin’ in my sleep
That’s why I never dreamed of her, write no schemes to her,
Our whole time together seems like a blur
I wanna know how you’re doing
At the same time I wanna stick a crowbar into your chest
Rip your heart out, shove it down your mouth and watch you eat your own flesh
But then again that’s gross wouldn’t want to see a whole mess
Best that I stick to writing freely on this neat ol’ desk
Yeah man I’m thinkin’ I have the worst possible luck in the world
Got friend zoned the other day by the same “ice cold” girl
No names need to be mentioned ’cause fuck Twitter for real
That shit has been ruining my life since it originated and it’s so surreal
Like Facebook was tight,
You could poke each other when everything wasn’t right
And 140 characters wasn’t even a limit
You’d have more friends than the average person, that’s triple your double digits
MSN? Yeah, I was wit it
Nudge bitches to see if they nudge back
God us kids were so wack,
Signing off and on just to show our crush we were on track
Your name had to be flashy and dat be
Something you would do with no shame,
‘Cause everybody had the same mentality but we grew up and drove in our own separate lane
That’s why I skrt-skrt every time I come across a wild one
We’ll talk for a minute then next thing you know in a while, it’s done!
What the fuck is this shit, I’m serious, this is such a wack society
They say everyone has a soul mate but they must’ve lied to me
Nobody gets who I am or what I do
Some girls are just selfish or can’t take a risk; just jump without a parachute
Or wear a pair of shoes with no laces
Just face this, you’re one of a kind with natural beauty, no need for a facelift
I kinda get where Kanye was going when he said he needed a spaceship
“and fly, past the sky”
‘Cause either Toronto needs a new breed of women,
Or I need a new place to live in
Everyone here is old, no I’m the Fresh Prince and these girls just Aunt Viv
-And, while you going out to raves,
Hear me sing “It’s Not Unusual” while I do the Carlton Dance on your graves
You can go to school all your life but there won’t be a Masters in your Will
Ask Ashley, she’ll ash out a Jeffrey (Geoffrey) now honour that Uncle Phil
What else is there to kill besides great actors?
A side chick maybe, or your girl, the one you should look after
But you know how it goes down
“These hoes ain’t loyal” yeah now I’m quoting Chris Brown
Just beat it, I’m not riri just feelin’ a lil’ bit of a thriller
You can call me the Doc like Michael Jackson’s dealer
It’s a cold world we need a blanket
I should recruit a team of peacemakers and call it a banquet
Ask me one more time ye, I challenge you baby
What’s on my mind? Well since you asked, death maybe.

To be continued…

40) “If I Should Have A Son…”

“If I Should Have a Son…”

By: Johnny Blaze

If I should have a son, let it be known first off that I was the one. I was the one who had to grow up with a father who was never there for me or cared for me. He was just there for us financially. I was the one who had to deal with the fact that growing up, my father was nothing but the first three letters. Fat. He was a fat man; a man who you will never meet and I won’t allow you to meet him, ever. Not even at his grave site. But who am I kidding, calling my father a man is a compliment and he doesn’t deserve such false recognition. If I should have a son, I’ll make it my mission to fit the definition of Dad, now peep this transition.

I will be the one who plants the seed into your mother’s soil. I will be the one who puts headphones on your mother’s baby bump just so you can hear Bob Marley thump. I will be the one who teaches you everything you need to know about old school Hip-Hop and slap you silly if you listen to Pop. I will be the one, when push comes to shove, no matter what happens when you’re born, I’ll show you nothing but love. Because I will be there for you day in, day out, rain or shine whatever the weather. I’m telling you this because when I was growing up, I didn’t know any better. I thought perhaps life is but a dream and my childhood was nothing but a nightmare. You might scare, away all the pretty girls with your brutal honesty and if I should have a son, you’ll be so modesty.

Now when you go to elementary, I don’t want you to be that kid in the schoolyard who thinks he’s better than everyone. You will be the best thing that has ever happened to me; my trophy son. I’ll pick you up and hold you high in the sky, and as the sun shines, recognize, that kid, you’ll always be mine. If I should have a son, I’ll watch him discover himself as he enters high school but word of advice, don’t do drugs it’s true, it’s not cool. I witnessed first hand how a student can go from a 90 percent average to not caring about anything and became a drug addict.

I was never good at sustaining a relationship so if your mother leaves me, I’m sorry but I’ll maintain you if, you promise to never leave my sight. I might be the clingy type but deal with it kid, I’m going to hold you tight. And I will never let you go, even when I get old and my skin starts to show, signs of aging, I’ll be watching you graduate high school, go on to college and become something amazing. But be careful, the universe has its ways of making life difficult. You’ll realize, as you get older that women are complicated. You’ll get heartbroken more times than you will fall in love, trust me I’ve been there kiddo. Sometimes you can’t always be a hero.

When the time comes and the universe throws you a once in a lifetime opportunity, accept it, no questions, especially if it’s a woman who loves you for who you are inside and out. Then you’ll have a job but be smart, don’t get into something you won’t like. Do what you love to do and enjoy life. If I should have a son, he’ll eventually get married and start a family of his own, and I will still be around to be a grandfather; wise and bold. Last but not least when I die so to speak, I want you to remember this, don’t think it’s weak. Stay zen and prosper, that’s my life’s motto son. It’s time to pass on the torch, you are the chosen one.