I TRY...

Hey,

I thought I'd share this with you all. Its one of my fav songs by Talib Kweli called ''I try''. Somehow it always seems to lift me up and help me realise that 'its all just not that bad'. Life is what you make it, and you'll make it as long as you try. Anyway heres the vid and ill paste the lyrics under it.

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New Talib Kweli
Yeah, you know what it is
Come on, come on, yeah
Hey yo *repeats*

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try (that's all we can do)
I try, you know I try
I try, I try (yeah)
I try, you know I try

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
K. West! Kweli!Got searched on the plane, Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin' hurt like the pain and torture
Daughters of the dust lookin' for a vein
Something to take in vain like the Lord's name
Put your hands together, got 'em all sayin'

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try
I try, you know I try
I try, I try
I try, you know I try

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle
More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle
I try to navigate the treacherous waters of
America's ghettos that set up the slaughteres
But there's more of us
Although we speak in different languages
We all pretty familiar with what anger is
Young and dangerous, ??Get up on some gangsta shit
Guns to bang ya wit'And we put it on records to entertain ya wit'
I'm grown with pains way deeper than Mike Seavers
Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts
On top of wife beaters
We like to light reefers
The 'hood need us for rappers, just ain't the right leaders
I put a lot into it
This is my product and I gotta move it
Stop the industry but you can't stop the music

[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]
An upside down kingdom where life is just not fair (upside down kingdom)Some many sufferin' cuz deep inside they're scared (so scared)
Fear pumped into their veins to keep them from their destiny
Where would they be if you and I don't care?

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yo, the things I'm seein' on the news is insane
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Three years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help
Tryin' to bring your struggle to life
The label want a song about a bubbly life
I have trouble tryin' to write some shit
To BANG in the club through the night
When people suffer tonight
Lord knows I try

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

[Interlude: Talib Kweli]
Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, make it fit like a puzzle
Come on, say it now
Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, yeah

[Outro: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, oh Lord I try
Everyday I

[Mary J. Bliges harmonizes with the beat]

Upside down kingdom
Oh, they're so scared
Everyday on the news we can't look around without
something somewhere
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try
Lord knows, Lord knows we try
Yeah

Nice guys finish last, that's why I don't race...

Its been awhile since I've last blogged, I've been busy the past few weeks, but today I just had to let go of a few thoughts.

My weekend was pretty ok, but once tuesday hit, I realized it was a new day. Id describe what my heart is feeling, and what my soul is experiencing, but my brain can't find the words to say.

You ever get to the point when you just can't hear "I'm Sorry" anymore. When you abhor evry word that comes out of a persons mouth. To where you've been through so many rediculous ups and downs, and you realize your tired of theme parks and roller coasters.

I'm so tired of bs and stress. Upset behind anothers actions. I may not be that old physically, but mentally and emotionally I'm way beyond my years. All the cares, all the tears, its taking a toll. My 25 is feeling like a weary 46, and everyday I find myself asking the same question, "Why"...

I'm bleeding love, and right now I'd give anything to switch places with the Tin Man. Kanye had the right idea when he went heartless, and if I had my way it would be the coldest year ever. 

Its wrong to let people influence or change who you are, this I know, but maybe its time for the old me to go. Or maybe its time to let go of everyone I know. Burn old bridges, and prepare my foundation for the structures of tomorrow.

For the longest I've been filled with sorry. I have the tendency to put others first, always letting the needs of those "in need" come before my own. Forever helping and assisting, but who has my back, comes to my aid. If I were a shade id have forseen the coming of the dawn and took appropriate measures to protect myself from and avoid problems.

Do you know how to save a life, cause I could sure use a hand. No, I'm not gonna do anything stupid like take my life, it still needs saving none the less. I'm down to my last breathe, the air is so thick around me, surrounding me. It feels like a hurricane and all the pain is the rain. This is chinese water torture, all these drops on my face, in my place. I try to ride towards the sun, but this weather blows all my attempts away.

I feel like I need to cry but I hold it in. I won't let you hurt me, you already have, so I won't let you see that you hurt me. I know who I am, what I deserve. My ego isn't gonna let me settle. Its too big, and this bs isn't bigger than my will. Ill survive, strive, and continue to thrive. If you know me that shouldn't be a surprise.

Tomorrow I'll be ok, but for today I'll say: lifes a bitch, so be careful what you do. If you loose a good man, that man will be forever lost to you.

Thanks for listening, or reading. I just needed to vent.

You Know What

If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, a strong arm, or warm body to lean on I'm there.

If you ever feel scared, your soul shakes and you tremble, look up to GOD, and when your head comes back down, on your side I'll be there.

Who held your hair back when you were sick, it was me. Who cooked when you were hungry, twas I, (sigh). That guy brushing your hair in the night, gazing at your smile 'cause something in your dream was going right.

Always had your back, and you had my front. This is the blog of me, so I won't front. I wouldn't say I'm the perfect man, but at times the Uber gentleman. Not only now, but from way back when.

God counts the tears of woman, but I wonder if he sorts them out. I'd hate to make you cry a sad cry. From the roofs I would have to shout. I'd holler at myself, talk about regret. Don't fret.

As I ride this train and contemplate, I reflect. Our first date, Kellog's, 'Theeeiiiirrrr Greeeaaat', do you recollect. Do you remember, I think it was a breezy day in September, right before those cold days of December. Fall love.

Always down for you, friends for 9, so I've always rocked with you. Boxed with you, wept with you, dinner at the chicken spot. Long walks, just to be next to you.

As I wander, I wonder, could it be, should it be would it be if... I let it be. Hmm then I think 'Rich', just let it be. Like a bird, faith is free. A penny for your thoughts, but a kind word, hope, wisdom, now that's on me.

I could keep going forever, I always have a ramble. Alas its time, from my hand this phone I have to sever. One post real soon though, we'll be back together.

Goodnight all and remember: in your quest for knowldge, dont loose sight of your quest. In your efforts to be great, you always have to put out great effort.

The Answer Is Simple...

Why do I blog, because no one is around when I need a hug.
Why do I cry, because the emotion gets backed up when I sigh.
Why should I go on, because I'm too strong not to carry on.
Why must I succeed, because one more failure is not what our race needs.
Why be a gentlemen, because anything else is unacceptable.
Why work, because I have to live.
Why continue to live, because I have to take advantage of the gift that god gave.
Why stand up, because I'm tired of sitting down.
Why walk away, because I can fight another day.
Why be strong, because the plight of the black man is on my shoulders.
Why accept the challenge, because I like to defy the odds.

Why am I here, why are you there.
Why are you reading this, because I wrote it.

The world ask questions every day that we all willingly answer. Tell me, who researches the answers to the queries of your soul?

A Test Of kindness

Hello all, I'm just starting out my morning but thought that I would share an experience I just had...

I was walking down the block tramping through all the 1 inch of snow that fell upon Brooklyn over the last day and a half, heading towards my b44 bus stop. Music whaling in my ear, Neyo is helping me to keep pace this morning, and all of a sudden my volume drops, and I hear a man's voice, 'Excuse Me Sir'.

The voice was that of an older gentleman standing beside me. He was partly hunched over, but overall a good specimen for his age. He asked me to help him across the street, so ofcourse me being the man my grandmother raised, I naturally obliged. While we walked across the street, and subsequently down the next block, he informed me that he could not see very well and that he had just very recently been diagnosed with cataracts. He smiled as he said it as if to say, he was vision impaired and not vision deprived. But in either case, I doubt that he would let it stop him.

As we walked and talked he smiled and laughed, and well, so did I. When we parted ways and I bid farewell to my friend I began to feel a sense of joy. What turned down my music, beats me. What made me turn around, I have no clue. What made this gentlemen pick me to be his guide, your guess is as good as mines. But I do know one thing, it's bigger than my body.

Thanks for reading, I would write more but I affraid i'll miss my stop getting all into my blog. God bless, and have a great day...
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What's Happenning...

They say 'Men don't CRY', but I know it's ok for 'Real Men' to shed a tear. Better out than in. I don't mind sharing my emotions, it just depends whose there.

Well lately my worlds been a roller coaster, crazy is not the word. To define it takes a phrase you've never heard, something totally absurd, dream it up, call it what you like. Damn I'm hurt, think I'll shed that tear now. Nah, ball that river now.

My heart hurts, how did I get here. My spirits worn, souls torn, clothes are fresh, damn... Ain't it crazy how people look good in death. I don't mind if you're a pest, ask what's going on. The answer idk, nah wait just kidding. Sike, damn I wish I knew.

What happened to me, what happened to us. One day I felt a rush, now I look in the mirror and it all just wants gush. Crash into me, let's collide. Hail a cab, I could use a ride. Damn, see, there I go, running away again.

Today was a good day. Nothing happened but nothing went wrong. I coasted through, Made it through. So I say again, today was a good day. Life ain't a High School musical. Ain't no singing like Sharpay.

Where are my thought's going, I have no clue. I just wanna say FUCK the world, cause it's just full of shit. But that'll put down all the good thing's, all the beauty in it.

I wonder what she's doing. On second thought, no I don't. Let's reconsider, yes I do. It's so hard to be done with you. How can I be, I love you. And you and I both know...

Someone save me, how do I breathe, how can I be drowning when my body is afloat. Doggy paddle through the waves, I'm so rugged, I need a shave. Bad behave, starting to have champagne nightmares.

Monster, how should I feel. I been to the moon and back. Dodging cars, against all odds, Dublin to Dublin. I'm hungry, Amster-damn... Need a pound UK, crazy night, RU OK. It's late, wanna stay.

I've learned life isn't like a box of chocolates, and when you plan ahead, you know exactly what you'll get. Don't believe me try it out, tired of reading walk it out.

This Blog made me feel better, I'm no longer under the weather. There's still a few reasons I'd cry. I'm not Ginuwine, so it ain't mom and dad. Tre passe, so corny, what a fad. Ni Hao, ja te ame.

Good night all, I'm hitting the sack, long day manana.

Blog you lata.

And so it Begins...

Ok, so my work day has officially begun. In the office @ 9:45, coat is not even fully off before 'BAM' , the phone rings lol. The work has now commenced, on with the show.

I had a lovely breakfast though, a SNICKERS bar. Mmmm, hungry? Why wait, grab a SNICKERS. Welp, bar done, I'm still famished. Guess I'll be hitting the store soon.

I guess it's back to work now, this place is getting busy.

Blog you later...

O yeah, can you tell by the pic that I'm just not feeling it today, you know, the work flow...

What a non-day

Today was a rather laid back and mundane day. I woke up early, to take some calls and send a few emails only subsequently fall right back to sleep. I was knocked out till 1:30 in the afternoon when it hit me, the lovely smell of cooking going on in the kitchen. Bacon, sausage, some good 'ol liver puddin' and grits, mm mmm mm. Suffice it to say, I tore it up, threw it down quick.

My afternoon flew by quick as h e double hockey sticks. Grabbed a package from Leroy, a quick trip to the store and chat with Brice and lo and behold its 4 o'clock. Got dayum where does it go. A spin on face book, a Myspace update and bammm, 7 o'clock.

At about 7:15 I put my dinner on. Yes, a brother can cook, and yes it's edible. Lol, don't hate. Steak with potato's and carrots, yes I enjoyed it.

The rest of the day was utterly boring. I cleaned up some, sorted my laundry that I never washed, laughed as I sat through a prank phone call and even played along. I watched and un ending stream of 'B movie s' that absolutely did not entertain and ultimately spent the latter part of my day tapping away on my cell phone. That good 'ol e71 never dissapoints.

So, here I am lying in bed typing this, what is turning out to be utterly boring blog and i'm second guessing even publishing it, buuuuuuut, ima do it anyway.

Any way's I'm rather bored so I guess I'm gonna hit the hay...

Lata day's folk...