Last week I was saying goodbye to my boy I’ve known since I was 3.
Before the dirt could settle on his grave I’m saying goodbye to my boy I met at 23.
He died from the Big C
Only this is no sitcom or mini-series this is real life.
Something to be cherished and celebrated.
Memories will now line my mind of my good friend Robbie and all our good times.
Like the time the AT&T people were rude to me you told me to follow your footsteps and send a letter like you did to air wick. Now you had a months supply of plug ins and me just an attitude about bad customer service.

I remember when you told me you weren’t drinking anymore, I knew for good reason but I gloated anyway about all the shots I’d be taking in your honor. Now I’ll pour out some liquor, look at some pictures of you, me and Dave from Talia’s wine and cheese. Boy did we get smashed that night!

The death of someone young is so hard to comprehend. All I know is God was ready for a fine young man.
I’m not sure if they drink Bud or Coors in heaven but whatever they do I’m sure you’ll have the good people young and old laughing with you.
Tell Malcolm X you knew me and give Marilyn a kiss, ask her pretty please to sing happy birthday Mr. President.

And like that the world goes on while family and friends will mourn, fox news will still discuss whether or not we should drop bombs in Iran. I love you man like the movie, like the movie fam, be safe where you’re going and suddenly what rhymes with this last sentence is Stan but your name is Robbie man so stay wobbly friend (kanye voice) and I’ll see you one day and you’ll always be my friend. Much Love!

Lemon: Don’t you think it’s a bit different considering what happened on 9/11? And the people have said there’s a need for it in Lower Manhattan, so that’s why it’s being built there. What about 10, 20 blocks . . . Midtown Manhattan, considering the circumstances behind this? That’s not understandable?

Patel: In America, we don’t tell people based on their race or religion or ethnicity that they are free in this place, but not in that place –

Lemon: [interrupting] I understand that, but there’s always context, Mr. Patel . . . this is an extraordinary circumstance. You understand that this is very heated. Many people lost their loved ones on 9/11 –

Patel: Including Muslim Americans who lost their loved ones. . . .

Lemon: Consider the context here. That’s what I’m talking about.

Patel: I have to tell you that this seems a little like telling black people 50 years ago: you can sit anywhere on the bus you like – just not in the front.

Lemon: I think that’s apples and oranges – I don’t think that black people were behind a Terrorist plot to kill people and drive planes into a building. That’s a completely different circumstance.

Patel: And American Muslims were not behind the terrorist plot either.

Really though? A fight over an ice cream truck parking spot! What bothers me the most is that kids love the ice cream man, I would have been crushed if I saw Franco and Mr. Softee fighting during my childhood. Just give me my firecracker and chill the hell out!

In commemoration of the upcoming 5th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina (August 29th), Director and New Orleans’ own Brandan “BMike” Odums & 2-Cent present Stalley in “Babblin’” (produced by J. Rawls) off the Ohio native’sMadStalley: The Autobiography.

BMike was inspired to capture the current state of New Orleans by creating a visual accompaniment to “Babblin” because he felt the song unintentionally represented the existing dichotomy in his city so well. Today, tourists and residents alike enjoy all that New Orleans has to offer, but many never visit the ninth ward or acknowledge the remnants of destruction that remain.

The imagery in “Babblin” serves as a blunt reminder that the Katrina tragedy should not and cannot be forgotten, but through it all we must unite and rejoice to ensure life and the beautiful city of New Orleans live on.

We laughing tonight!

I saw this on a forum somewhere and it had me dying. Just figured I’d share!

That fuk nigga BPumper was like imma turn this young hoe out and then imma

So then I heard Fishburne saw the shit on worldstar and tried to talk some sense into young Chippy D like…

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But she said she was still gonna do it so Fishburne was like fuck the bullshit lemme holla at Frank White…

Frank gave him the green light so he went lookin for BPump strapped like…

Fish was lookin all over having no luck but someone tipped him off and told him to check all the public restrooms in LA. Something about son having a toilet seat sniffing fetish

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So he found BPump sniffin toilet seats….but Pump ran out the bathroom dancin like “fuckit shoot me. I already shot the scene and sniffed the ass!”

So now the Fishburne family is like…

Why is it that every time I see some false prophets on youtube it’s either Creflo himself or students of this man? It’s a dangerous game when we use Christ and the word of God for our own self gain. Listen for yourself:

My song to Montana Fishburne

“Black Girl Lost”
(feat. JoJo Hailey)

[(click) (dialtone) (numbers being dialed)]
[phone rings, is picked up right away]

[G1] HELLO?!
[G2] Whassup girl..
[G1] Ain’t nothin – this nigga in here stressin
talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again
[G2] What, that God Body shit?
[G1] Yeah, that dumb shit
I’m tryin to get up OUTTA here
[G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight
[G1] Word f’real where?
[G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal
NOT THAT WHITE STUFF!
[G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at?

[JoJo Hailey]
Listen.. to reason
Pretty baby baby listen..

[Nas]
A young wild beautiful love child
You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin
Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin
The head’ll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine
Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails
Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..)
To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me
The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle
way too many Willies all in one hand
You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on
Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear
Get your fuck on – followin week, you back there
But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars
Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she’s out
Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave
What up mah, frontin like you naive
Pusherman’s whip, callin police when you flip
Can’t understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
But for now that’s a whole different zone from us, word!

[Chorus: JoJo Hailey]

Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine
Pretty little face, get a little high
Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin the same ol’ games
Messin with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes.. a black girl.. lost

[Nas]
Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless
Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest
to who’sever gettin down and trifless
To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless
Cause in time he’ll realize the thighs is all he needs
More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah)
There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours
Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours
Face glistenin, I’m addicted to you
Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you
Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen
to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets
Must’ve had a bad deal in the past though
Can’t even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
You got a job part-time and school’s your night thing
With dreams to settle down, it ain’t far from now
You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin home wantin more from a college degree

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is
Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless
Your value – too much to be measured, I wonder how you
could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to
more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you
You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to
drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off
So hot and soft, that’s the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed)
Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to
Everything that move be inside you
Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to
They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers
Damn look, there goes a black girl lost

SMH