“And it, and it begins, he walks outside for a cigarette break And thinks how many cigarettes does it take He takes a long drag with the sun in his eye He squints, he thinks he starts to sigh Sometimes he cry When he think about his girlfriend on his side She held him down, she made him better Fought the love, through the fucked up weather And she thinkin about her life With no more work just being a wife But instead her love, she gave it to a man Who fought against her lovely plans So when she go to work, plus go to school Plus fight the love, she must feel like a fool She want the ease that come after pain She fights for love, thats her campaign We fight, we love”
Remember when we were little babies walking around every block to get as much candy as we can, then right after we’d head home and make trading deals of which candy we don’t and do want? Now,when i walk outside there’s no one to be seen collecting free candy. How sad is that. I dont know about you folks but back then, when i was little, i absolutely LOVED Halloween. I loved Halloween more than my birthday. Then that all changed when i got a bit older.Yeah, i know. You’re probably thinking ‘NAH, you can still go out with all your friends and trick or treat' or ' I STILL love Halloween.' +I really hate how little kiddos around 12 or 13 wear slutty costumes now. Especially costumes that are suppose to be cute but actually ugly and skanky. Really now? How you gon' walk around in THAT. Bleh!
But honestly, now i’d rather stay home, eat some good’ol junk food, watch scary movies, and crash right after. Im not saying that i dont like Halloween, i just dont have THAT Halloween spirit with me anymore. Sad life)=
Santogold’s goal of the album was to “help break down boundaries and genre classifications” and show that she wasn’t “a black woman singing R&B or hip hop.” The cool thing is, Santogold mixes dub, electronic, and indie rock. Her albums are hardly flawless.
You’re childish, stupid, clueless, and rude. You act like you did nothing wrong but guess what son, YOU DID. Okay, vent out to me. That’s fine. But when you try to correct me and cut me off just to add on to your somewhat ‘believable’ story. NAH, just NAH..gtfo then. PFFT, and please dont say you never had the intentions of doing wrong. You knew EXACTLY what you were getting yourself into, and still you went ahead and did it anyways. I would love to tell you this in person, but i KNOW for a fact, for a damn fact, that you’ll just run to one of your other, what you call, ‘close’ friends and wine/cry/complain/or vent to them. Boo fucking hoo. BOO. FUCKING. HOO. BITCH. HM, do me one favor, yeah? Quit playing childish games and get yourself together. That’s the least you can do.
I had a GREAT time at FYC’s Open Mic. Although i came a bit late, i still met a few new people that were still there. &it was definitely nice seeing Kuya Jeff&Mark Pereyra again!HAHA, i kinda came at the wrong time though. I sat down in the middle of Mark’s poem that, from what i heard, was written about me. Lol, s’all good. No akwardness needed(= Sang a few songs, jammed a bit with Jerrold-Jessica-Fernando-Ace-&AJ, and Yadayadayada. Im hoping i can find the time to make it to more events/FYC nights. I ♥ FYC
I think the most beautiful people are the ones who went through the toughest situations in life but still manage to keep a smile on their face, especially if they have a bright personality to go along with that smile.
A vocalist/ bassist/ bandleader in jazz who sings with energy and optimism. Gifted with a beautiful voice that soothes your soul and talent that’s quite astonishing. Esperanza Spalding’s playing IS suffocatingly tasteful and I absolutely admire her ability to create such masterpieces of jazz. Jazz for the trained and seasoned mind.
Jst got back from my so-called team bonding. Waste of planning and time. What happened, wastn planned. Girls who were “late” didnt do it intentionally to be shady. No, their ride was really late and there was no other way to get there. Be pissed, mad, idgaf.. But you didnt say sht when we said our…