If I ever see this in real life she's gettin' cuffed up on sight...
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Let me tell y’all something; forget what people think of you and forget what they have say—to your face or behind your back. They’re just words and thoughts. Their words and thoughts—not yours.
At the end of the day, all those little opinions and observations won’t mean anything. All that matters is what you think. What you feel. What you believe. What you know.
When it’s all said and done and you’re placed in that little pine box (or whatever kind of wood your loved ones can afford) none of those superficial things will mean a damn thing.
So what you had some Prada shoes or a Gucci belt. So what you had 10 zeroes in your bank account. So what you drove a Mercedes-Benz. Who gives a flyin’ fuck? You can’t take any of it with you when you’re gone. So fuck it and fuck anyone that takes more value in the superficial than what lies beneath the surface.
What lies in a person’s heart.
It doesn’t matter how successful your career was, how many countries you traveled to, or how diverse your mutual fund was. What matters most is who you are/were, how you lived and how you will be remembered.
When I die I don’t want to be remembered for my job. I don’t want to be remembered for my GPA. I don’t want to be remembered for my personal property. I don’t even want to be remembered for this blog.
When I die I want to be remembered for who I was beyond all of the above. Remembered for how I impacted others. Remembered for more than what only the naked eye could behold.
When people say my name, I want them to say…
Good dude, good friend, good soul.
When people describe me, I want them to say…
Loyal, honest, trustworthy.
When people define who I was, I want them to say…
Son, friend.
When people reflect on how I lived my life, I want them to say…
Just, fair, impartial.
When people think of me, I want them to say…
Loved, treasured, missed.
So forget all the bullshit, I want to be remembered for what’s most important.
If not, then I messed up somewhere. I failed myself, you and my legacy.
No matter what, though, I will not succumb to your standards, observations and limitations. As long as I’m remembered by at least one person for something positive, some kind of meaningful impact, then I’m good.
At the end of the day, all those little opinions and observations won’t mean anything. All that matters is what you think. What you feel. What you believe. What you know.
When it’s all said and done and you’re placed in that little pine box (or whatever kind of wood your loved ones can afford) none of those superficial things will mean a damn thing.
So what you had some Prada shoes or a Gucci belt. So what you had 10 zeroes in your bank account. So what you drove a Mercedes-Benz. Who gives a flyin’ fuck? You can’t take any of it with you when you’re gone. So fuck it and fuck anyone that takes more value in the superficial than what lies beneath the surface.
What lies in a person’s heart.
It doesn’t matter how successful your career was, how many countries you traveled to, or how diverse your mutual fund was. What matters most is who you are/were, how you lived and how you will be remembered.
When I die I don’t want to be remembered for my job. I don’t want to be remembered for my GPA. I don’t want to be remembered for my personal property. I don’t even want to be remembered for this blog.
When I die I want to be remembered for who I was beyond all of the above. Remembered for how I impacted others. Remembered for more than what only the naked eye could behold.
When people say my name, I want them to say…
Good dude, good friend, good soul.
When people describe me, I want them to say…
Loyal, honest, trustworthy.
When people define who I was, I want them to say…
Son, friend.
When people reflect on how I lived my life, I want them to say…
Just, fair, impartial.
When people think of me, I want them to say…
Loved, treasured, missed.
So forget all the bullshit, I want to be remembered for what’s most important.
If not, then I messed up somewhere. I failed myself, you and my legacy.
No matter what, though, I will not succumb to your standards, observations and limitations. As long as I’m remembered by at least one person for something positive, some kind of meaningful impact, then I’m good.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Beauty
I find, in being Black,
a thing of "Beauty";
like a joy; a strength;
a secret cup of gladness ...
a native land in neither time nor place ...
a native land in every Black face!
Be loyal to yourselves;
your skin;
your hair;
your lips;
your speech;
your laughing kinds
are Black kingdoms,
vast as any other.
-- Ossie Davis
Track of the Day Pt. 2 Lupe Fiasco "I'm Beamin'"
I been bangin' this shit tough 4 the last 2 weeks...
Track of the Day "Wale" Diary (Video)
This is where I feel Wale is at his best: discussing issues that the normal guy can relate to rather than talkin' fly...and the main chick in the video is fuckin' gorgeous 2 me 4 some reason...I can relate this song completely 'cause 90% of the chicks I've ever dated have had problems getting over what their last boyfriend did and that in turn affected their relationship with me and 4 me that is often what has killed a good relationship....
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