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FOR CLASS

2010-01-20T20:25:00.000-08:00

Well...in class today, my prof asked us to make a blog.
Me thinking I was smarter than the rest, decided to take a short cut and just use one of my old blogs.
I should have known that she was going to ask us to write on it, and publish new posts. So in order to keep from confusing my usual audience, I will place *FOR CLASS* on a post that is FOR CLASS.
You can choose to read it, or ignore it- I guess it depends on how nosy you are. Haha...
But anyway, this post is about why I'm taking the class, and what I expect to get out of it. The class is COM 3330- for those who are like me, and think numbers mean NOTHING- that's News Reporting and Writing.
I'm honestly kind of intimidated, because I took a Writing for Communication class, and I FAILED it.
Yeah.
I'm a writer with a nice support system, and I failed a writing course.
Hopefully that doesn't interfere with this course, ey?

~ L.M.

Texts From Last Night

2009-07-06T06:27:00.001-07:00

Today's Text From Last Night:

(510): he said he didn't have a condom.
(415): and you said?
(510): that that's fine cause i was ready to be a mom. yeah - he magically had a condom he forgot about after that.

~ L. McCall

Breast I Ever Had...

2009-07-06T06:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah...many men may not agree with me, but this video was garbage.
I guess it will boost Drake's record sales due to men, though.
But yeah...Kanye directed it...and seeing as his previous videos were amazing, I really have no idea what he was thinking. But whatever...
Maybe it's because I had expectations...you know? Pictured Drake with this one gorgeous girl...and then some kind of twist at the end...
But no.
Just breasts.
Breasts everywhere.
WTF.

~ Lucius M.

Mike's Dead...

2009-07-02T13:31:00.001-07:00

"Micheal Jackson just died."
I recieved the text as I walked from aisle to aisle aimlessly at work, wondering why the hell I was still at Wal-Mart and not at some journalism internship submitting articles every day just to get rejected by this old fat man with no sense of creativity. I truly believed anything beat walking around in a dingy, 'Faded Glory' blue polo shirt. This was my everyday life, and Wally had TEMPORARILY become my world.
But when I received that text, my world stopped.
I figured it was a joke. It was so random…
…right?
My mother called me to confirm it because she knew how I felt about Mike, and I felt myself growing sadder as the truth set in.
Texts bounced back and forth between close friends and I, stating that he was dead, he wasn't dead, he was in the hospital...and then finally...the concrete black cloud of bad news hovered right over my spirit and put a damper on my life.
Many of you may be thinking-- damper on your life? Wow, this guy is being way too dramatic. It's not THAT serious.
No, reader. Yes. Yes it is.
Many don't know that my life and aspirations revolved around M.J. in a way. If you know me, you know I possess a long list of goals; 4 of them being:

1) Meeting Mike (he was allowing this for $5000 at some time in the past. If I had it, I would be there.)
2) Getting a hold of his wardrobe—all of it, with a deeper desire to capture the red and black jacket from the Thriller film, as well as the red jacket with the zippers from the Beat It music video.
3) Getting the same, or a close replica, of the car that appeared in Moonwalker. Yes...the car that he transformed into when he was cornered by those bad guys. The car that traveled at the speed of light
4) I also wanted a panther to live in the backyard of my writer's mansion, and now that I think of it— it must be inspired by Mike's morph...after crashing those car windows, and the store glass. Remember that?

Yeah.

I don’t know what it was about Mike (or what it is about me), but he captured my attention and kept it for years. As a child, I would record those marathon specials that VH1 and MTV would occasionally play, and watch the tapes over and over like a favorite movie. I studied him. When the part in the video where he performed Billie Jean at the Motown special would come on, I would rush to my closet, stuff on my little loafers, and turn my room into the theatre for a few moments. My eyes would remain glued to the T.V. screen as he would introduce the moonwalk for the first time ever, and I would get chills every time—as if it were the first time ever— right before attempting to do the same. When Black or White would come on, I would stretch out my undershirt a little bit, and stomp through flames with hidden images of anarchy just as he did. When Beat It came on, I would lay in my bed and jump up just as he did, somehow placing a jacket on in the middle of my impromptu choreography. If you happen to be a good friend of mine, you know about my head snap as well (snapping my head to one side or the other along with the beat). Yeah…I got it all from him. He was my older brother, my only influence in a life with no father figure.

I remember when I was really young, I would dig through my grandmother’s albums and pull out the ‘We are the World’ single featuring M.J, as well as half of the industry. Of course it wasn’t all Mike, but something as simple as hearing him seemed to have an effect on me—and it still does. Whenever I’m having a bad day, stressed, or just plain tired of hearing the same old crap being played on the radio, I always seem to find myself slipping in a Mike mix, and then proceeding to sing off tune. My ex girlfriends have had to deal with me chasing them down the street screaming, “hey, pretty baby with the high heels on!” or blasting Dirty Diana in my room as I gyrated my body, seemed to fondle myself and sing to them way off key (I believe that video is where my fetish for legs was derived).

Over a decade later, as I partied at Opera nightclub with my lady friends the night after his death, I realized that I wasn’t the only one who seemed to be deeply affected by Mike’s art. People danced to old school, new school; I swag surfed with a guy, bounced around to the chant of all white bricks, and admired the VJ’s parallel alignment of video and audio. But it wasn’t until the familiar whoosh mixed in with a wolf’s howl that people went ballistic.

They knew what was coming.

“It’s close to midddddniight, and something evil’s lurking in the daaarrrkkk…”
The audience’s level of excitement shot up and split through the energ-o-meter.
People started to reenact the Thriller video all around me as M.J. stared down at us from an HD television.
The VJ didn’t stop there. He played a snippet of hit after hit, and it just drove people crazy. The bass kick of Billie Jean was more intoxicating than the shots of Patron we took pleasure in. He controlled out bodies with his voice—as well as the instrumentals. Something a lot of people can’t seem to do these days.

Most people express themselves throughout writing, dancing, and singing. Michael had all three of these forms of art wrapped up in his glittery white glove-- even at times recreating what it meant to do these 3 things.

What most people fail to realize is, Mike told stories in a genius type of way. He wanted the world to feel good. He wanted people to realize that it aint too much for them to jam. He wanted the world to come together-- bring peace. He also wanted to do what he did best-- entertain.

What other artist do you know can wrap up good messages, amazing beats, and compelling dance moves into one and dish them out to the world to consume?

Yeah.

Some people just fail to recognize genius.
Like the a$$hole that rung me up when I was buying Michael Jackson Number Ones for the second time.
“I see everybody’s buying all this Michael Fagson stuff now.”
I glare at him.
“You ever heard this song,” he continues. “I pledge allegiance to the flag, Michael Jackson is a fag.”
I take the CD from him and advise myself not to slap him across his ignorantly ugly face with it.
“I guess I have to say was now, since he’s dead. He was a fag.”
I force myself to depart so I don’t stuff the CD down his throat and force him to recite every song on the album.

Backwards.

Things didn’t get any better when I tuned into CNN later that night, and some stuck up, snooty old man was amplifying all of the problems M.J. faced when he was alive. The molestation charges, the plastic surgery, the perm, the bleaching…he went on and on until I couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t stand people who act like they know everything about everything when they know nothing about something.

Read that again.

In my life, Mike has changed the way he has looked more than three times. He has had different pigments, different hairstyles, different lips, a different nose…but the only time his sound changed is when it changed for the better.
Like an innocent child, I never noticed his skin color...I was always too absorbed in the music. I was too captivated by the way he moved, and the perfect ad libs that fit into every open pocket of his songs. The messages that he sent that as a child, I didn’t quite understand, but as I got older, I realized what he was really about.

“Oh! He’s saying ‘I don’t know’, there?! Oh my God! He’s answering himself! What a genius! ‘Ana are you okay? I don’t know! I don’t know!’”

To this day, Mike is still setting records. His music was, and will forever be timeless...so you can get tired of them playing his songs and videos back to back, but to be frank...I never will. Along with the millions of others who supported the world's greatest talent. Hate if you want...he has over 200 songs that have been unreleased.

The king will live on.

And on the contrary, if you never liked Mike before, and are just now hopping on the crossing bandwagon...welcome. It's never too late to change religion.

My sister texted me to inform me she was crying.
I replied, "It's okay. I understand. Trust me. THat guy was a damn genius. Without him, there wouldn't be a lot of things. And people made fun of him and stoned him. Didn't understand him. All he wanted to do was help mankind, and we cursed him into hiding. Now he's hiding, and the world mourns."
She responded, "Pleeeassseee write something tonight. Please."

I did.

R.I.P. the King of Music.

Peace & Blessings
~ Lucius McCall

Hip Hop...is that you?

2009-06-18T08:45:00.001-07:00

Nuff Said.

~ L.McCall

Texts From Last Night

2009-06-17T17:54:00.001-07:00

Wow. A lot of my friends always call me weird, because I find the most random websites and visit them regularly. Various hip hop blogs, picture blogs, gossip blogs, but now I have come upon the greatest of them all. Reality at it's finest.
Texts From Last Night.
This website features text messages from people from all over the country saying random things that most of us can relate to. I find it very entertaining when the other websites I visit are moving a lil slow...
Think I'm weird?
Know I'm weird.
Go on, try to look at it and not get addicted. I dare ya.
Since my discovery, I've decided that others need to join in on the fun, so will be posting my favorite text of the day right here on ohsolucius. Every day. Every night. Or whenEVER I get a chance.
Yeah.
Today's Text From Last Night:
(956): I got my half for the rent already.I called the cops on the drug dealer neighbor and got a 500 bucks as a reward.
LMAO. That is the WORST!

Peace & Blessings
~ L.McCall

WHO/WHAT IS HOLLYWEERD? "CHANGE"

2009-06-13T16:28:00.000-07:00

Lenny’s.
12:13 A.M.
A variety of music blasts from speakers surrounding the bar as people socialize, drinks in hand.
I ask her, “You here to see Hollyweerd?”
“Huh?” She glances up at me, Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand. “Highly weird? What’s that?”

No, not highly weird, though that description fits them like a missing screw. Hollyweerd; a group that some would call a “megazord”— equipped with Demond “The Dreamer” Toney, Chris “The Love Crusader” McAdoo, Tuki Carter, and Jaye “Stagolee” Price.
But who exactly are these guys?
The Dreamer, 24, was born in Oakland California. He moved to Atlanta, and attended Georgia State University to pursue a degree in Film Production. The Love Crusader, 24, is a full time tattoo artist at the illustrious City Of Ink tattoo parlor. Stagolee, 24, who is originally from Alabama, has just been here for five years. Alumni of Morehouse College in Atlanta, Stago calls himself an artist, musician (he is also a member of the talented jazz group, Jaspects), and educator. Tuki, 27, was born and raised in Los Angeles. He is the co-owner of City Of Ink. I asked him if he was enrolled in college, and he smirked as he lit a joint with a Slim Jim tucked in his ear. “Nah…I quit.” He replied. “I’m a college drop out before Kanye.”
Some may ask ‘who is Hollyweerd?’
Or, better yet, ‘what is Hollyweerd’?
Allow them to explain it to you.
Stago says,” Hollyweerd is a mastermind, master group that can prepare everybody’s creative energies.” According to The Love Crusader, Hollyweerd is nothing less than a “talented group formed by 4 dudes with a common bond of dope music.” He continues, “We’re trying to have an outlet of music outside of what people are accustomed to. We were all in school and known as the “different kid”, may not have had straight As, you know…Bs…Cs…Ds…”
The Dreamer screams out, “Fs!”
The Love Crusader laughs and continues, “And its not because you were dumb. You may have been thinking about a song, or you may have been doodling. You may have had an imagination that you just couldn’t control. I remember as a student I used to draw on my tests! It’s for the people who were different, the people who felt they were a little bit weird, or didn’t fit in. This is music for those weirdos, man. Hollyweerd is change.”
That may be the most adequate allegation yet, seeing that both The Love Crusader and The Dreamer were born on November 4th, the same day America’s first black president was elected to be the 44th president of the United States of America.
Irony?
Many may wonder, how could such a random group of men bond together to form such a brilliant brand? Sadly, Nobody may ever know the answer to that, but what we do know is— Atlanta is known to be a very fertile mother to talented artists.
Hollyweerd is the newborn; Atlanta’s musical toddlers with promising potential.

Tuki walks onto the stage before their set, and starts to test the mics. “Mic check.” He says as he goes from one microphone to the other, until he completes the test of all four. He humbly exposed himself to his fans and checked the mics himself instead of sending someone else to do it. I admired that.

Where did your individual names come from?
Stagolee- My name is the foundation of every other alias that has ever come after. Stagolee was a pimp who lived in East St. Louis around the earlier 1800s. He was very influential in his community. His real name was Lee Shelton, but he then changed his name to Stagolee. Because of this, all of the blues and rag time musicians of his time period picked up that same idea, so instead of using their real names, they started going by these different, cool names. Kinda like in this new era of hip-hop, everybody has an alias- nobody goes by their real name anymore. It was pretty much the very first a.k.a.
The Love Crusader- Man, I am the original Love Crusader! I have seen my name used on blogs, and websites, and I don’t mind- I’m glad I can inspire people! My name is simple—it’s just about crusading love, as well as speaking of my profound love for ladies, because we do like them girls and I love to love the women. It’s just about spreading love, man. Love through music, love through art, love through whatever, man.
The Dreamer- Dreamer is just one of those names I’ve had since high school. I was one of those kids who didn’t really pay attention in class; I kind of daydreamed…you know- one of those types of things, and It just grew on me. It was either Love Pusher, or the Dreamer, and I’ve been running with Dreamer for the longest.
Tuki– The name Tuki came from Thailand. My father was a military man, and he named me Tuki, because he didn’t want me to be a Jr.

So Tuki is your real name?
Tuki- Yeah. Tuki Carter.
The Love Crusader- that’s the name he signs them checks with!

In the past and even now, weirdos were rejects—people shunned by society. In the dictionary, a weirdo is said to be an ‘odd, eccentric, unconventional person.’ What is your definition of weirdo?
The Love Crusader- That’s perfect! I like that! Odd, unconventional, eccentric…I dig that!
Stagolee- I think it takes a weirdo or someone who’s very eccentric to think outside of the box. You know, as an artist it’s your responsibility- to think outside of the box, because everyone else pretty much lives inside the box. It’s unfortunate, but it takes a weirdo, or someone with an eccentric mind to think outside of my comfort zone and bring you to my world.

Were you surprised when your music wasn’t shunned or rejected by society, seeing that it's ...weird?
The Dreamer- It wasn’t necessarily a surprise. At the end of the day, people like good music, and if something attracts you, you’re going to listen to it. A prime example is Janelle {Monae}, or Jaspects—before I knew them, I liked their music. They weren’t like super, super big, but their music obviously captured my attention. The music speaks for itself.
The Love Crusader- that’s one of those questions you give a humble answer, or you be like ‘yeah, our shit tight! You supposed to like it!’
Stagolee- I was telling somebody this story the other day. I used to intern for a record company, and listen to demos all day, every day. That was my job! Take out the trash, clean bathrooms, and listen to demos. I ended up listening to Dreamer’s demo a couple years ago, and I was like dang…I genuinely liked it. So I took it home, was listening to it in the crib, in the car and then later, me and him got cool.
The Love Crusader- Like I said, you can either be like ‘yeah, man- I appreciate you for liking our music’, or you can say ‘yeah, I know our records is dope. Ya’ll better like it, or you got a bad taste in music.’ So it’s either or…you know?
The Dreamer- We listen to so much music, so we try to keep ya’ll content. We strive for the best…
The Love Crusader- Yeah, we have very, very, very, very high standards when it comes to our music. We’re going to keep it coming, so you can’t expect anything less.

What would you consider your music genre?
D- Urban alternative, because it’s black enough. When you see our record, if it’s in the rap section, put it in the pop section.
LC- Yeah, we want that world pop section.
D- Put us right there besides to Nina Simone
LC- I wanna be by Fall Out Boy.
S- Man, we’re black and whatever’s going on in this world as far as music it comes from us first. So to say we’re influenced by everything is nonsense—everything is influenced by us. Whether it be rock, hip hop, jazz, soul, country—I say put it in every different category or genre, because we can do that.
LC- We gonna be the first to do that! That’s tight. Put it in every section!
Dreamer- Go on and throw it in the country section! Bluegrass! All of them.

In Color Blind Cognac, you say that ‘you have been secretly chosen to get your mind open to different…and you’re not talking 80s babies.’ Who secretly chose you? Can we reveal the secret?
LC- That’s Tuki’s line!
D- I can try to explain it. No disrespect to the folks who pushed the 80s envelope, but it’s been done. And I believe having an open mind it more so about progression. You can never condemn someone who tries to be different, but I guess what he meant was, we’re products of the 80s in our own world. We were raised in the 80s, and the whole 80s movement…it’s cool…it’s cool…
LC- If you were born in the 80s, you are technically not an 80s baby! We were born in 84! We grew up in the 90s with Starter jackets and Jordans! Not break dancing! We did the ragtop and the Bankhead bounce! We grew up to crunk music, man! So all that dookie rope chain wearing stuff is cool to pull from those aspects of the 80s— hip hop’s golden era, but-
S- What’s crazy is, when we were kids we were on the 70s. That’s when bell bottom jeans came back, and popped collars were cool for a little bit, but we weren’t from the 70s. So it’s the same thing, the kids who’s on the 80s tip weren’t even born in the 80s. So I guess we always look back to look forward. I guess it’s cool…
T- People think that to become the new age 80s baby is something different to do. That’s not…it. Different, meaning like new! Just a whole different sound. Even back then I knew we had something that people didn’t have. I knew that…like back then. Like working together, I was like ‘We have a sound that nobody has’. And back then, the 80s baby thing was real popular. I’m a tattoo artist, so I was tattooing it on people. 80’s baby. I’m like damn, man…so you’re an 80s baby if you were born…in…the…80s? No, you are a 90s baby! If you were born in the 70s, you are an 80s baby.

Usually with interludes, artists snatch pieces of a movie, so that the listeners can get a better visual understanding of what the artist is trying to get across. You’ve taken dialogue from Primer, The Last Dragon, Requiem for a Dream, The Wiz and other great movies. Why is this? Is there significance in these interludes?
* The Dreamer dazes off into space as the others look at him. They bring him back to Earth by shouting “A.D.D!”*
D- Oh, my bad. As far as the concept, we were trying to have fun with the Edible Phat CD. We were trying to give a different musical experience other than just hearing the records.
LC- the dude yelling and talking all over the record has already been done in so many ways.
D- The clips are from various B-list movies- which are great movies, and we decided to plug them in because they were relatable to some of the songs we did, so we just use clips from various great movies.

Do the names of your mixtapes, or “mixtalbums”, hold any special meaning? What does Color Blind Cognac, Edible Phat, and Electricity Showroom really mean?
D- This is how the process works. We do the music, and our manager Justin Huff – who is also the guy who does our cover art, he comes up with a name, and they usually have something to do with something he’s going through. It’s like a last minute thing. Electricity showroom…I can’t really say. It’s just really random and last minute, like…we have no idea what the next album will be called, but the music will be dope!

Dreamer, you seem to enjoy doing covers or putting your own little twist on tracks from the past like Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts, Party all the time by Eddie Murphy and Creep by Radiohead. Is there a reason for that? Are you trying to rebirth music from the past?
D- I listen to a lot of music. We all listen to a lot of music, so if we have the opportunity to put a little twist on a song, and it turn out effective, we do it. And that’s what I did.

You guys have been compared to greats like Outkast, N.E.R.D, Gym Class Heroes, and etcetera. Are there any artists you’d like to work with? Have any of these artists influenced you?
T- We’d work with all of them! Trust me—every last one!
D- You know, it’s interesting. We’re a young group. We’ve been in this thing for about a year in a half, but at the same time, we all have our own background. It’s like that mega thing from power rangers.
LC- The Megazord.
D- Yeah. It’s just some shit that when it goes down, it goes down swinging. So it’s just one of those things like…we’ve gotten to meet Pharrell when they took us out to Charlotte for the Glow in the Dark tour. Pharrell, Kanye, Lupe—we got a chance to meet all of them back when the Color Blind Cognac was cracking. Big and Dre—I haven’t really met Dre yet, but Big…
S- Yeah, the whole Dungeon Family kind of vouches for what we have going on. A lot of producers…
D- For the most part, there’s a lot of cats we’d like to work with, but we’re content with what we got going on. We’re more focused on getting into the field with the rest of them cats, and getting where they are right now than just trying to work with them.
LC- We wouldn’t mind doing some shows with them, though. All of them!

Dreamer, how did you end up landing a song with Fonzworth Bentley— Bowtie Pimping?
D- Man, I was with my boy Young Sean and we did a song called Mighty Grind when I was still messing with Rich Squad. I was at a studio way over by Visions, over there off 285, and my old roommate, Jeron Ward—who is Grammy nominated, hit me up and was like ‘Yo, Bentley heard some of your stuff and liked what he heard! He wants you to come by the studio.” So I went over there, got to meet the cat and then he was cool…
SL- Morehouse man, you know what that means. It’s Atlanta, Georgia so you might see Derrick {Mr. Bentley} anywhere.
D- He has a good taste in music and he was just like ‘let’s just make it happen.’

Do you believe that the internet has had a major impact on your success? Positive or a Negative?
D- Oh Yes! Positive! We owe it all, we owe a lot to the internet because you know, stuff cost around here and at the same time we ain’t got it.
LC- And without the web it’s not so easy to touch so many people. Like, you can look like superstars on the web you know what I’m saying? We broke as a mug. We owe it all to the web I think.
D- Shouts out to Facebook, and Tom on Myspace. Myspace.com/Hollyweerd! That’s my business card, because it’s free, you know?

Myself, being a writer, I get most of my inspiration and ideas from life. Where do you guys get your inspiration from? I’m sure that people listen to your music and think ‘where the hell did they think of this?’
LC- Life. We live life like musicians and tattoo artists. That’s what we do all day, every day.
SL- I get my inspirations from my current situation at the time, whether it be financial, relationships, whatever. I might read a book or read an article, and pull something from that. I might teach a class one day, and pull something from that. My rhymes are usually something I recently just learned and it’s on my mind, so I just write it down.

Hollyweerd appears at center stage, and immediately a crowd forms at the edge. Beautiful women who are dressed in short black dresses, tight jeans, and heels are the closest, smiles eager as they watch the weirdos grab the mics and smile at the crowd.
I turn and ask the one closest to me, “Do you like Hollyweerd?”
She gives me a few seconds of her attention as she mutters, “Yes, I love them! I know them!”
Her attention is yanked away, and she starts to scream as The Dreamer speaks into the mic.

On Electricity Showroom, you have a song that says “If you’re crazy, put that on your application. Why do I always get the crazy girls?” Have any of you ever dealt with crazy women besides these groupies out here?
D- Shouts out to Yelawolf! Crazy girls, man (laughs).
LC- We keep them! I’m not even gonna lie! I got marks on my door from a girl trying to kick it in!
D- Girls are crazy, man…they’re crazy. Can’t live with em, can’t live without em.

Tell me your craziest story!
*They all point at The Love Crusader and start to laugh.*
LC- Man, I’m not gonna put nobody business out there like that!
D- You don’t have to say her name! Give her an alias. Gina. Jenny. Alyssa.
LC- (pauses)…oh, man! I’m not gonna put her out there like that. You know, some people just follow their heart…and sometimes they just don’t rationalize what they do when they become caught up in the moment. Cuz they done heard your song or something, and wanna kick your door in! And come over unannounced…but that’s another story.
SL- I think for me, the weirdest thing has to be the day I came to my car in the parking lot, and there was a note in my window. It said, ‘I’m so fucking in love with you’…and she didn’t sign it. She just left it in my window, so I didn’t know who the hell it could be. The next day, her homeboy called me up and told me that he just stopped her from putting a brick through my window! It was crazy.

On the same mixtape, you proclaim, “denying this here is silly, we’re ready, able and willing to give you what you’ve been missing, so shut the fuck up and listen.” What do you believe music is missing?
LC- Us. (laughs)
D- There you go!
LC- but seriously, though—everything is the same. You see these artists, and its different artists of the same caliber, so it’s like labels are trying to manufacture the same artists over and over again. Music just needs something different…a little bit of variety.
D- Man, these labels need to stop being so stingy and share some of this money! That’s why they aren’t selling any records!
LC- They aren’t! Because everybody raps the same, everybody looks the same, everybody walks the same, talks the same, drives the same cars, makes the same music, messes with the same producers, wear the same clothes…I mean, why would you want to buy the same thing over and over from a different person?
SL- It all goes back to what we were talking about earlier—the internet. It’s been a success for us, but it’s also been a downfall to the music industry because now you have these microwave artists. Everybody wants to do things fast—even us sometimes. People make music so fast that there’s no real quality incubation process. Nobody sits around and takes the time to sit around and make sure that the music is right, the lyrics are right—people worry about that after the record’s been released. It’s been our success, but it’s also hurt us and the industry. It’s technology.

After performing a few cuts from their new mixtape, Candy for Kleptos, Tuki asks the audience what they want to hear. The supporters starts to blurt different songs at different tones, but the one song title that is most audible through the screams and barks is none other than Hollyweerd’s first single, “Weerdo”—an ode to making love to a weirdo.
Tuki looks back at DJ Jamad, then forward to the audience.
“So ya’ll wanna hear that weirdo shit?” He seems reluctant, but he finally gives in and tells the DJ to spin the instrumental. They begin the hit song that was the diesel gas to their spaceship.
“I’m in control, I’ve got your hand...you want to come, well baby that’s the plan…”

Have you guys ever thought about remixing weirdo?
D- It’s actually been remixed. 9th Wonder did a remix, and there are a couple other interesting alternative remixes that have been done.

How would you explain to the ladies the sensation of making love to a weirdo?
LC- Weird!
T- You gotta ask the two Scorpios…they’re the freakazoids!
LC- I don’t know, man…they should just find out if they want to know. We aren’t hard to find. Come to the shows, come to City Of Ink, and you can get it!
D- And you can get it! That’s all (Laughs)!

From any of you?
T- Nah…them two (points to The Dreamer, and The Love Crusader).

SL- It’s the best feeling….kinda like putting your toes in wet sand, you know, you get the good, squishy feeling!
*The weirdos laugh.*
LC- That’s tight though…I like that analogy.
D- You are nasty!
LC- He likes toes, so ladies—keep your feet clean!

It seems that the more mixtapes that are released, there are more songs that are female oriented. Are you guys single?
LC- Yeah, I am very much single.
SL- It depends on which day you ask me, man…but right now, I’m not. But it depends on which day you ask me. Tomorrow, I may be!
LC- You were single the other day!
D- I’m focused. I’m married to this music, man. I’m good…just worried about this music.

So you’re telling me that if the flyest chick you’ve ever seen walked up to Dreamer and says, ‘What’s up, boo. You wanna go out for some coffee?’ that you would turn her down?
D- I’d be like, ‘you buying?’ (laughs). If you’re buying, we’re good! Surprise me! These little chicks think they’re looks are going to get them somewhere. I’m all about surprises, man.
LC- The cutest girls are the dumbest.
D- Nnecessarily the dumbest, but it takes a lot more than just a big butt and a smile.
LC- I’ma invite her to a show. She can ask me, and I’ll be like ‘nah, but you can come out to a Hollyweerd show and see your boy in action.’ For free. You don’t have to pay to play. Then after that, we can talk.

Stagolee, what made you want to play your sax instead of rap a verse on Weerdo?
S- I don’t know, I just wanted to do things differently, because I do more than just write and rap. I rap, play, write, I’m like a triple threat.
LC- And he’s a contortionist.
*They all laugh*
LC- I’m not trying to be cocky, but I believe that this is one of the most talented rap groups ever. The boys do a lot of things...a lot of things…a lot of things. Check us out, man. We just want to win.
D- Rap AND tat? That’s talent.

Tuki, on Bust it open you say, “All these ABC emcees, infecting these beats like STDs.” Give us some examples of ABC emcees.
T- I’m not putting it out there!

But you seem so outspoken!
T- Yeah, I mean…an ABC rapper know exactly who he is. A rapper that raps ABC. We don’t.
*LC recites the ABCs in the background.*
T- An ABC rapper goes from here to London. They be all over the place. And most of them make it. And that’s it.
D- We just put a little bit more thought into our music. Just a little bit more, you know…just a little bit. Just a little bit of substance.
LC- Man, we just be rapping!
SL- Tuki is actually the rap captain right there. The coach. He sets the tone. He makes sure everybody’s rhymes are right, and if they aren’t—he’ll let you know.
LC- Indeed.

I haven’t heard you guys on many instrumentals out there; not many remixes at all. What made you want to remix Kid Cudi’s Day N Nite? What does a beat need for your blessing?
D- If we’re going to jack a beat, trust me, we’re going to jack a beat. It’s not like we say the beat sounds tight, and we just hop on and throw a little 16 on top of it and keep it moving, the beat has to have some time of structure.
T- Every beat that we get has a structure to it…like an assembly line.
LC- it’s like that American idol theory. You know, make the song your own? Where they be cursing the little competitors out, saying ‘make the song your own!’ Make the song your own, man—we gotta turn it into a Hollyweerd song!

And thus comes the Hollywiimix, right?
*They all yell “the Hollywiimix” in unison.*
T- How you spell it, Dreamer?
D- W-I-I, like the game!
T- But on the internet, it’s W-E-E!

Yeah, why is that? Why is there a difference in spelling?
D- You know what all that is? A-D-D!
LC- A.D.D. and dyslexia. We need help!

As a song comes to an end, The Dreamer steps up and tells everybody to calm down. The noise simmers, and the audience looks on attentively. "We’ve been in this thing for a little over a year, and we have released four albums! But check it—we’re not even signed yet!” The crowd cheers, a reaction that surprised me. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? “I just want to tell ya’ll,” The Dreamer continues. “That I appreciate all of you for supporting us. You help drive us to do what we do! Keep supporting good music, and we’ll keep making it!”

On the same song, you say, “in 09, there shouldn’t be reason why we aint signed, but I don’t want your deal if it aint real.” Have you been offered a deal yet? Have you turned any down?
D- There have been a couple offers on the table, but since we’re in 09, I believe that we can get so much more that what we may have gotten when we first came out.
T- You know that term ‘money talks and bullshit runs a marathon?’ It’s just that now when you come up and ask us to jump in your little meetings, bring the paperwork!
D- We’re tired of being broke. We’re ready to be around when they start dishing out checks and stuff. At the end of the day, Hollyweerd consists of three entities. You have The Dreamer, you got Jaspects, and you have City Of Ink. We need to make sure those are straight. The only reason we even did this situation was to help the other situations out, because at the end of the day, we’re homies who just do music together. We’re just trying to make some bread off of it right now. I don’t see why not! We’re not trying to be big, man! We understand we’re in a recession and shit! We’re just trying to get by. In a Honda and a Mustang!

Are there any labels that you’re interested in?
D- Oh yeah! We’ve had meetings with Atlantic, Universal, Jive, J Records…Now it’s at a point where we’re good. We can have more of a choice of what we really, really want to do. You can’t throw the rug on us, you know, because now we’re at a time where we know the business. Hopefully we can get with a dope label.
LC- You know, I’m starting to feel like we don’t need a label!

That was my next question! Have you ever considered going independent?
D- Independent, yes! That’s what we’re doing right now! Everything is self contained. The visual, the audio, to putting CDs together. The other day, it was looking like a crack house putting all those CDs together! Everything is self contained. Now we just need the proper sponsors. A good label we were thinking about that has a good roster is Downtown records. They have the indie, sub-culture indie artists like Santogold, Knarles Barkley, and a lot of dope artists coming through them. They definitely respect the indie situation. They make sure to put their artists on the road and promote.
LC- We’re trying to do 90 shows in a year or two, you know? When the Cool Kids can do 30 shows overseas for 35 grand each, and get a million without a major label, why would you want a label who’s just going to take out of that? It makes no sense to me.
D- Yeah. We wanna get on the road.

Are you more interested in going around doing shows, or are you more focused on putting an album out?
D- Shows, because we already have enough music.
LC- We already have enough music right now. The album will come.
D- I think that’s where our stuff is really driven. It’s driven for us to do more shows than to wait on an album, because this is our third project in a year. People take long times to put out albums, and we can put out 3 consistent, quality albums in a year!

Obviously, being signed is not your top priority, because we’re in a time where someone can make one catchy hit, and be signed on the spot, but a group of talented emcees with stellar beats aren’t signed. So what is your purpose of doing music? What do you guys want to do? Why haven’t you taken the F.L.Y, Soulja Boy, microwave music route?
SL- I think it’s more about your own personal convictions as far as music. Soulja boy, is a youngster, a kid, so he comes from a whole different mindset. We come from an era, like one of the last true eras in my opinion, of great music. So it’s like we have a legacy to live up to. It’s one of those things where my opinion of hip hop hasn’t been as good as it’s been since after 97’, or 98’, as far as listening to dope emcees who make inspiring music; quality music. We are the last of that era, so I’m not going to sell myself short musically or lyrically in any kind of way. All the money in the world is not worth it.
LC- I think that because we came up idolizing people that we now know, and can hang out with, I feel like we couldn’t put out anything less than that and not carry on that standard of music that you grew up to. It’s disrespectful. How can we go around them pronouncing bull crap and some garbage? We have to carry on that tradition. I would feel bad on the south’s behalf it things were to die down or fizzle out and Soulja boy was the only other avenue of music. No disrespect to Soulja Boy—I like what he does, but I believe there is a whole other side to the south that needs to be shown as well. You have to have both sides to keep that balance.
D- Its versatility, man. That’s all its about. A lot of people in the south are faking the funk and they need to be a little bit more about versatility. The radio is torn up right now. There aint but 6 songs that they play on the radio, and those 6 songs are paid songs just to keep commercials going, and that’s it.
LC- Hop up out my beddddddddddddd, turn my swag onnnnnnnnnnnnn!
SL- Ask a regular DJ what he wants to play. He knows he doesn’t want to play what they play on the radio.
T- They don’t want to hear that right there!
*Tuki points to the speakers—from it comes Stagolee’s saxophone solo on their first hit single, “Weerdo”.*
SL- V103 don’t wanna hear that! Yeah, I said it! I’ma be like Bernie Mac for a second—ya’ll scared! Ya’ll scared to give me a TV show!

If I were to take your iPods and press most played, what 3 artists would pop up? Or least?
SL- OutKast, Goodie Mob, Black Sabbath, I like my music dark. Cannonball Adderly. My least played? That I even have…? It’s that Dreamer CD, probably (Laughs). Just kidding. The least played is probably my own music. I only listen to Hollyweerd stuff as a reference to see what I need to work on and stuff, but not my own music. It’s like listening to your own voice.
LC- I’ll probably be jamming to some Prince. My most recently played varies from day to day, because I may wear a song out, then go on to some other stuff. A little bit of Fall Out Boy, a little bit of Outkast. The Foreign Exchanges. Zo! & Tigallo. I listen to The Dreamer, man—I’m a fan, that’s my homeboy. I listen to his whole CD. Kanye. NERD.
D- Right now, if you turn on my iPod, the three artists I’m listening to is Indy Singh(?) —who’re big in Australia right now, Justice, and The Foreign Exchanges! That’s a good hefty 3!
T- I listen to a bunch of random shit. Fall Out Boy. I listen to a bunch of Hollyweerd. I listen to a whole lot of Hollyweerd, because I like to know everybody’s shit. Back and forth, just to learn it—on some Rain Man shit. Anything on that Color Blind Cognac. A little Edible Phat, but mostly new shit. Jazzanova. The least played is Randy Travis? Billy Ocean.

Do you guys have any words for any other artists who are aspiring to be in your position?
D- Just be inspired, man. You can’t let anyone tell you what you can, and cannot do. You have to stand strong behind what you believe in. That’s really all it takes.
T- People will try to tear you down, but don’t stop running.
D- Do you, and just don’t limit yourself. Pay attention to what’s in your heart. Don’t pay attention to us. Listen to a lot of music, because when it’s time to make a hit, you gotta make a hit. I have no secret sauce! I just have the brains God gave me, and I use it musically. If you continue being true to yourself, that’s all you need in whatever you do.
SL- This music thing, art in general is a job, so please respect it. It’s one of those things where everybody has feelings, and emotions and everybody feels that they can do this, but…I’m not trying to say that they can’t do it, but if you’re chasing a hit, this is not the field or occupation for you. It’s like if I want to be a doctor to make a lot of money, or I want to be a lawyer for the same reason—that means I’m in those fields for the wrong things. I’m in this music thing for just that—the music, that art. Don’t be in this game chasing paper because you will find yourself going crazy. It’s not for the weak at heart.
T- This is something a lot of people don’t understand. It isn’t us making the hit—it’s the fans that make the hit. Get you some fans and your fans will make your hit. Whatever hit they want to make as a hit, they can make it.
SL- True, because some people think that my sax playing on “Weerdo” is the best thing in the world, but I have some musician buddies who think it’s just alright. Seriously—because they know what I can do. I recorded that part in like 2 seconds, and then when I would perform it, people would sing it back to me. But I’m a jazz musician. You know with jazz, everything you do is different every time you do it. So when I would perform the song, I didn’t even know the solo, so I had to go back and relearn it. So with me, it just kind of happened—like how art is supposed to be. It came from the heart. We weren’t out there chasing a hit. You know, it’s only recent that we’ve been trying to make some money off this thing.
LC- Just like what D said, don’t do it because of the paper. Do it because you love it, and you can’t stop thinking of songs. If you’re at the crib, and you can’t stop thinking of stuff, make some songs, man. Do it because you love it—it’s a passion, and you can’t live without it. Do it for the passion, man—not the paper. Even though Soulja boy is filthy rich, he loves making music at the end of the day.
D- Yeah, Soulja Boy does him, and you can tell he has fun with it. He didn’t come in this thing like ‘I’m about to be the best hip hop star ever!’ He came out, with the mindset that he’s going to do some dumb shit, and have fun. It’s a simple mathematics. Don’t make it a complicated situation when it isn’t. Do it, and find your niche, and do what you do. Find what you do. Don’t switch up because you see your people switching up. It has to be something that’s for YOU at the end of the day. You have to have a good foundation, and it all starts with having that song. It’s not hard. Its hard work, but you have to humble yourself. Get your shit tight.
SL- And get some faith in your life!

Is there anything you’d like to tell your fans?
LC- We love ya’ll. For real. Keep downloading the songs; keep coming to our shows—I want to crowd surf this year. That was my New Years resolution. I want to crowd surf really bad. I’m nothing but a buck thirty-five. I’m not hard to pick up.
D- Book us at your schools! Those organizations got bread, so it won’t be coming out of your pocket! Get us at your schools! But at the same time, let’s have fun in 09’. Let’s make it a memorable year. My birthday was on 11/04, so I already know that it’s going to be a very unpredictable year. The year where our faith may be tested, so stand strong for what you believe in, and make whatever it is you have, happen. Stay grinding.
SL- Obama is in office, it’s the year of change, so just expect great things. Embrace your blessings.
LC- Download the mixtapes! Colorblind Cognac, Edible Phat, Electricity Showroom, and now Candy for Kleptos!

Hollyweerd attempts to exit the stage for the third time, but Jamad plays another instrumental and gives the audience exactly what they want; more Hollyweerd. The crowd cheers, excitedly singing along. The show has already been going on for an hour, but the yearning audience is willing to take all that they can get.
And more.
The Dreamer closes his eyes, something people usually do when they are practicing what they desire—something many pianist and singers do during concert. His melody rides the instrumental as if they were meant to mate, as he sings about a mandate that can’t wait. I sing alone with the audience.
“…music is like cars, to get somewhere you change lanes…music is like cars, to get somewhere you change lanes…music is like cars, to get somewhere you change lanes…”

Atlanta, Georgia seems to be a place where aliens land and thrive for years, but we haven’t seen aliens as dissimilar since Outkast—and we all saw what they did to the music industry. They changed it. Will Hollyweerd grab the baton, and take on this role at the same speed as their elders—or maybe even faster? As Tuki said, that’s up to the fans to decide. Change is here. Will we accept it? I honestly don't believe we have a choice.

Just like that, the show is over, and the weirdos board their spaceship to take off as their cult heads to their cars, satisfies that they got to see what they wanted to. I get a glimpse of the girl with the Pabst, and she smiles at me. She looks satisfied, as well.

~ Lucius McCall

SLOW sex...

2009-06-09T06:58:00.000-07:00

I know it's been a while since you've heard from me...AGAIN. I suck...I know. BUT don't give up on me...please. I'm working on something, and I've chosen to not do anything else until I'm finally finished with that product. And I want it to be perfect. So once that is done, I'm going to shower you with a plethra (sp) of insight, news, and blah blah...

Please bear with me.

You won't regret it.

In the meantime...look back at what I used to do, say...that stuff is GOOD! I'm sure you havent read it all. The Bible was OLD, but is still good, right?

No, I am in no way comparing my simple blog to the oh so complex bible...but you know what I mean...right?

Check me out.

I have a surprise for you.

Soon CUM... :-P

~ Lucius McCall

Skin Deep

2009-05-16T14:43:00.000-07:00

To my fellas...have you ever seen this FLY chick in the club, in the cafe, in the library, on the bus, train, or anywhere ever? From head to toe, she has it going on- everything you like in a woman, it seems she has- equipped in her outer appearance. From her legs to her lips, from her walk to her stance...She...is...BAD. You gather up your courage to go speak to her (or for the shy guys like me- you just wait for that chance to bump into her and have no choice but to talk), and when she opens her mouth you're just...like......egh.
Or for my ladies...have you even seen this dude who takes your mind off of the present every time you see him, and forces you to think about your future- with him? Maybe that's too storybook...so let me bring it down a notch. Have you ever seen a guy who seemed to be your type from head to toe- Swavor ("...mix the swag with the flavor-- yeah, you got swavor..."--J. Money) on point, so you couldn't help but want to get to know? You do your flirt thing, and catch his eye, and throw him foolproof hints that you want him to walk over and introduce himself...he may, but if he doesn't you walk over to him...aggressive...I like! You two start to talk, and as the conversation lengthens, your attraction to him lessens. He's boring, a square, or just not what you expected.
It's disappointing, and I've felt like this many times before.
It makes you frustrated...you wonder- 'why can't this person be as gorgeous on the inside as they are on the outside?'
Because finding someone like that is very rare and in between, because most attractive people know they're attractive, and they let it get to their head- most of the time. You'll probably be able to count the number of beautiful people on the inside and out on your two hands by the time you die...
It's sad...but it's life.

But what's worse than that is when you let this beauty blind you into falling into a relationship-- something as simple as a friendship to as complex as a committed relationship. Then, six months down the road, the person just changes up on you all of a sudden. Their make up starts to wear off and crack, and their real personality and true colors start to shine through. But who's to blame?
I know people change EVERY DAY. So is it your fault for putting your full trust in them? Trusting that they will never change? Believing that they would never hurt you?
Or is it their fault for changing, but not changing to favor you?
Hmm...think about it.
You may be driving down the street on this road called life, and see A LOT of mansions. They may attract you, and you may take the time to step inside...but then you MAY be utterly disappointed when you realize that there is nothing inside but emptiness-- or a disastrous mess.
We're programmed to drive by the run down trailer parks and shack houses and screw our faces up...yet those may be one of the rare places that you can find heat and comfort that posses just enough space for what's needed.
At the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is-- when you don't look past the beauty of a person, you may just end up falling for their mediocre, C rated personality.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
Don't judge a person by their appearance.
Don't judge a Scantron by it's darkened bubbled in answers, because you NEVER know if the test bears a passing grade until you run it through the machine and check the answers.
Feel me?

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugliness goes straight to the bone.

~ Lucius

Myths of Racial Perceptions

2009-05-16T14:34:00.000-07:00

On Tyra's show the other day, the issue of interracial dating was discussed. The following quotes were said by the people chosen to confer this particular issue:

White Man: I would never date a black woman, not because of your skin tone but because of how I was raised. You have to think about what the kids would go through. I wouldn’t want my kids to go through what ya’ll go through.
Black Woman: No one understands how hard it is for a black woman. I’m educated. I was always raised to be able to take care of myself because if a black man didn’t want me than I would have to still be able to raise my kids and take care of myself. But what hurts so much is that even after accomplishing all this, black men don’t want me, white men don’t want me, Asian men don’t want me, and Latin men don’t want me. It is so discouraging because at the end of the day, I hear these stereotypes [about black women]-- I’m loud. I’m aggressive. I’m gonna beat my man up or whatever and that is not the case”
White Man: I think white girls that go out with black guys are sluts
Black Woman: Asian women are like black men. They step out on their community. He has issues within himself and he gets a white trophy on his arm for show. Black women are educated. They want a strong man basically we’re (black women and white men) are on the same level. We have the same goals
White Woman: I wasn’t brought up that way. I come from a Christian family. I was told not to date out of your race. My grandparents and my parents have told me not only once, but a lot of times that it’s in the bible that you’re not supposed to date outside of your race.

White Man: It’s sexually derived because stereotypically, black guys are bigger.

Understand that there are STILL people in the world who think like this in 2009-- the year our first African American president has been inaugurated.

You may watch this video or read these statements and believe that these orators are crazy. But due to our society, you may not be too much better yourself.“We all live in America, but culturally we’re completely different.” said a character about the difference between blacks and whites in a movie I was watching recently. This made me raise an eyebrow, but I let it slide off my shoulder.

Later on in the movie, its attempts to get my brain stirred up prevailed.
Interracial relationships were brought up in a conversation, and the conversation went as follows:
“Black men just like you white women because you are easy, docile, and submissive!” A black lady snarled across the room towards a white woman.
“You may still be stuck in the 20’s when EVERY woman was said to be this way, but times have changed! I’m tired of this s**t! I’m sick of the looks I get every time I’m walking anywhere with a black male!” The white woman returned fire.
“Well if you’re sick of it, stop doing it! They’re our men! There are very few good brothers out there, so do you have to dig out of the limited amount that we have?”
“Black men are not a commodity. You don’t own them. They don’t belong to you. They can make choices for themselves!”
The black lady paused before releasing this depressed balloon of a rebuttal:
“Well I don’t care, I’m just real sick of these white b***hes.”

Even though this conversation took place in a movie, its connotation was very real. Real people actually think like this—everyday.
Real people actually believe that a black man, and white woman- or a white man and a black woman shouldn’t be together.
Real people actually stand by this opinion and are willing to declare it to the death.
Real people who are NOT racist.
Real people who ARE indeed ignorant.
Like love, ignorance has no color, so many different people of all kinds of different hues feel the same way.
It’s ridiculous.

First of all…who are they to tell me what I can, or can’t be attracted to?
To tell me what kind of candy I have a taste for?
To tell me what kind of fruit I enjoy?
They are nobody-- to me at least.

I was on a radio show one day, and we were talking about interracial couples. The question was:
“Why do black males like white women?”
I responded “Why not?”
Why can I not look past the skin color of a woman into their personality; their depth? Why must I look past the way she may treat me and ignore the things we have in common, but focus on the mere membrane of a perfectly packed cell? Why can’t I try the shirt on-- feel the fabric, test the looseness, but just look at the color and size? Why can’t I try a new brand of clothing? Can’t I ever open up my mind without being shunned for thinking outside the box that this earth has attempted time and time again to stuff me inside of?

The radio personality blatantly said that she could never date a black man who was down with dating white women, because he could never “handle” her.
Well I guess she’s out of luck, because I could have treated her like a queen—but since I’m open minded, she’ll never ever receive that chance.

I recall telling my mother that I was planning on bringing my ex girlfriend (who is Caucasian) to church with me (a predominately black Methodist church). My mother started to cry.
When I asked her what the problem was, her response was as follows:
“I don’t care who you date, but I told you before that you can do anything but bring her to church. I don’t want you bringing a white woman to our church!”
Extremely offended, I called my mother a racist.
She denied it, of course, and rebutted “I just want you to find a nice black woman who will remain strong and be there by your side…”
My mother has this idea that there’s not a woman out there who can understand the struggles that a black man faces unless she’s black. To be completely frank, I believe that is a crock.

Why?

Because I don’t believe that color marks a person’s level of understanding. I believe that it’s class.
There are black women out there who will never have to lift a finger—meaning that they will never face any resistance, therefore they will fail to fully understand any “struggle” that a black man may have to face. There are also white women who weren’t born with a silver spoon in their mouths, so they have to fight for everything they possess! So is color really an issue, or is it economic class?

Something that I cannot stand is when a person automatically places me in a category due to my past and says the bold statement—“He likes white women.”
What the hell do you mean I “like white women?” You’re damn right I do! I like white women, black women, yellow women, brown women, purple women—shoot, if you’re attractive to me, you JUST ARE. It has nothing to do with your skin color. It has to do with my TASTE.

Another thing that makes my skin crawl is when mixed people have an ignorant input on the issue. How dare a light skinned man or woman protest against interracial relationships?
Guess what, guys? You’re a product of interracial dating! So are YOU a disgrace? Do you regret yourself?

It really bothers me that people can be SO ignorant- especially my fellow African Americans. How DARE we practice racism when we were the target for discrimination for years and years—after our ancestors fought to rise out of slavery, and our predecessors struggled to kill away all prejudice and inequity? How dare we turn around and say “no, my son/friend/daughter/ can’t be with a white woman/man” after years of fighting for the right to SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER??

We fought for decades to be able to drink from the same water fountain and eat at the same diners, yet when we finally achieve that goal, we choose to flip the script and revive segregation?

Can we say hypocrisy?

Is it payback? Does this make it right?

Am I being completely naive? Or am I just being too optimistic when it comes to addressing the world’s present and future?

What do YOU think?

-- Lucius McCall

Succe$$ful?

2009-05-16T14:23:00.000-07:00

I’ma be completely honest with ya’ll on this…
Yeah…
I don’t want an instrumental…I want the people to feel me.
Let’s go.

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes (hoes)—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

But what exactly is success?
Is it breaking your neck and back, being constantly stressed?
Is it meeting your potential, or just being the best?
Is it helping people up, or knocking down the rest
-of the competition
just to reach your vision?
Executing all your plans and making decisions?
Is it Prada bags, Dolce shades, True Religions?
Is it flying high as an eagle, or flocking low with pigeons?
Ha…the questions still remain,
and no matter how much they owe, some people never change
So don't Depend on it—just hold in your bowels
though even from some shit may come some pretty flowers
Yeah… just make sure you don't swallow any bull shit,
because you'll start seeing and believing stuff-- aint that a trip?
The pressure tries to bend me, but I just laugh,
because I’m straighter than the bar of the 'S' in ca$h
Are there bars through the 'S' in success, too?
Be careful, or you’ll slip on world's filth and land in the cesspool
of people who’re in a mind stating that they want to be more
along with others who just seem to cherish sleep more
so they dream, and stimulate them with speech
--talking,
but never execute, so it turns out they were just sleep walking
Being passive is just failure is disguise
so make sure you get up, and wipe the crust out of your eyes
Touch your goals, place your hands on your dreams
and focus on exactly what YOUR success may seem to be

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

NFL player sitting in all this money
Asleep in bed with a warm spoon of honey
It may seem he has everything he could ever want
But that's false, because he knows he doesn't fully have her heart,
because the flash is actually what she really wants
All the money, cars, clothes, and jewels for her to flaunt
He lost his soul during his failed attempts to please her
Yet he only sees her smile when she swipes the Visa
Pardon me, the black card- her style stays ahead of the season
She just wants his money, yet he believes that he needs her
Not realizing that as long as the card works
She'll be more than glad to suck him off until her jaw hurts
Then she’ll comes to me whispering these sweet things
But her words are lifeless and hold no meaning
Baby, I'm afraid I'm smart enough to see through it
Though my whole life I’ve remained a C student
A Morehouse man just graduated, a degree in finance
But due to this economy, he doesn’t have a chance
With his piece of paper that used to get you piece of papers
Now his dilated hopes and dreams have been deflated
He’s hungry, but can’t get a single slice of the pie
And he sits back wondering “Why? Why did I even try?
There’re people that didn’t do a thing for four years—but play
And I’m now sitting with them in the same place—what a waste.”
How about the old man who made billions?
So focused on his work that he didn't have children
He lost himself on his quest to find fortune
And now he’s a lone soul trapped in his fortress...
Success?

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

They say to get to success, you ride a long road
With diversions, bumps, turns and some man holes
You may see people speeding, but you should move slow
So you don’t miss a turn, and end up in the wrong zone
To hinder misguidance, I have maps in my console
To lead me to the place that’s already forebode
I try to practice patience and deal with upgrading,
because I know that some roads and paths are always changing
Yeah…I look out the window in amazement
Knowing I can’t buy happiness with cash, but it’s a down payment
Keep your face clean, be proactive
Kicked denial out my car, though she was so attractive
Sorry, but I didn’t need that distraction
She was a fraction of amusement, I needed whole satisfaction
And when failure seems to be the only thing left to see
I’ll seal an envelope with faith, and send hope to my dreams.

~ Lucius McCall

Nuff Said

2009-05-16T14:06:00.001-07:00

MusiQuick.

2009-05-16T13:31:00.000-07:00

Asher Roth is a BEAST. The album is good, but his mixtape, The Green House Effect- hosted Don Cannon, really shows his skills.

Check it out whenever you get a chance.

ALSO, do NOT be fooled by the foolish attempt at fame if you haven't already...
After anticipating for the "new" Drake mixtape- Friends with Money by Empire Mixtapes (yeah, the guys that SCREAM all over records so that you can't even hear the song..."This is an EMPIRE exclusive. If you don't hear the drops...blah...blah."), I realize that there isn't ONE new song on the whole mixtape!

May be new to those who don't know Drake, and have JUST hopped on the bandwagon...but to the followers since Room for Improvement, it's a waste of time. It's all old music terrible mixed...and if you want a nice mix of his hottest joints-- nicely mixed with no drops, click HERE.
Yeah.

Also, my wife Chrisette has released a new album-- Epiphany!
Make sure you pick that up-- so far, she has outsold Ciara. No hate to the Goodies girl, but I'm so happy that REAL music is finally doing the numbers it should be doing.
Yeah.

P & B
~ Lucius

I'm BACK!!!

2009-05-16T13:30:00.000-07:00

Like...
...the birthmark on my backside...or
...you typical man's favorite part of a lady...or
...where the trunk is located on American cars...or
...Cam'ron...or
...a chiropractor...or
...the analogy I just used...or
...the season where it's hot as hell and new flings are started...or
...doggystyle...or
...Lucius at VSU in a year...or
...what I'd like you to pardon...or
...what you need to watch in this day and age...or
...HIP HOP when you think of Drake...or
...my personality without the blurriness of LOVE...or
...ME. Period. Nuff said. All Above.
Yeah.

So I'm back...I have alot to say....will continue to have alot to say...and alot has changed!
Absorb the new me.
Yeah.
CBox VBlog is back in full effect as well!
4 those that don't know, or forgot-- you ask me any question (about relationships, life, me, friends, music, blah...)and I do my best to answer your question via video blog- ASAP.

Stay tuned, because alot will be shared with you guys...and I hope my followers-- that sounds so damn lame...damn...like a boy at VSU who calls his friends FANS...yeah-- I'ma keep it real here. Anyway, I hope my readers (sounds so much better-- this aint twitter) accept my apology for leaving them for over a year I think? I'm sorry. But I'm back...and I won't be sitting on here crying about love, and women, and blah blah like before. As I said...Stay tuned!
Updates coming soon.
*Muah*- to my lady readers
Peace to my bruhs

~Lucius

Coming soon...to a theatre near you!

2008-09-10T14:23:00.000-07:00

Meet Caleb Tyler Johnson. Born in east Atlanta- Decatur to be exact, he is a perfect example of a young man who is the product of the choices he makes, in place of being a product of his environment. Though raised around goons and goblins, none of their characteristics seemed to rub off on him as they usually rub off onto the other African American children of the mean streets of east ATL. Currently residing in Lithonia, Georgia, he still remains a shining light beyond those who choose to only seek darkness in front of them instead of looking past the gloom which surrounds them. A sophomore at Valdosta State University, he is living every day to the fullest to better himself and achieve his goals- being happy with his productions once his career of film directing unfolds, or shall I say- unreels. Clad in a black graphic tee, black shorts, a black Atlanta hat, and black Nikes, you would take one look at him and come up with an assumption of who he is that is probably incorrect. Who is he? We'll let him tell you that...

IY: Hello, Caleb.
CJ: Good evening, sir.
IY: It’s a pleasure being here with you…being able to talk to you about yourself…
CJ: (chuckles)
What are you doing right now?
Well, currently I’m a student- a sophomore. This is my second year at Valdosta State University. I’m persuing an education, trying to get my bachelor’s degree in Mass Media and Communications
Do you enjoy Valdosta State University?
I don’t.
You don’t??
I don’t.
Now why is that?
I would say the only reason I do enjoy it is because of the people, so anything beyond that would contribute to the reason that I don’t.
Now what is it that you like about the people? Usually it’s the other way around- a person doesn’t like a school due to the people.
When I say people I mean friends, not people- because(pauses)...I mean, everywhere you go, there’s going to be people. Some people are going to have good attitudes, some people are going to have bad attitudes- it’s just the people that I choose to aphiliate with.
So you’re telling me that the only reason you enjoy this school is because of the people that you hang around with- your circle of friends?
(Nods) Well, it’s not just that. I do admit that the school has a nice Mass Media program. I will admit that, but besides that...
Let's say a genie popped up out of nowhere and said 'Caleb Johnson, I will take you and your whole group of friends that you love and put you in any other school- free of charge. All enrollments taken care of and everything'- where would you go?
I would say Georgia State.
GA State? Not NYU, Harvard, or some prestigious film school in Hollywood?
I’d like to do that after I graduate. I don’t necessarily need friends to go to graduate school.
Why GA State?
Besides the fact that they also have a great film program, it’s also closer to home- not saying that I want to be at home, but if I ever needed anything, or if I ever needed to fall back on something…I would have home.
Is there anything that you want to achieve when you graduate college aside from a degree?
I mean, yeah…of course. I hope nobody goes to school just to get a degree. Like, I hope no one goes to school for law, then ends up owning a chain of McDonalds restaurants. I want to go to school and get this degree in film and production…create a number of films, movies, maybe even get involved in some television.
I see you mentioned both films and movies. Alot of people feel that a film and a movie are the same. Do you feel there is a difference between the two?
Yes, I do. There’s the movie which has a decent set up, a nice plot, and a group of fulfilling actors and actresses that are sure to steal your attention with their humor and emotion…Then there’s a film…a movie with a purpose…a meaning. Full of imagery and usually inspiring sincere emotion within the audience leaving them in a state of awe. A film leaves the audience wanting more…a film could be life changing.
What do you think you’ll be specializing in?
Film. I want to have people walking in and walking out with a new outlook. I want people to take something big or small from my creations and be able to apply it to their everyday lives.
Are there any actors and actresses that you would love to freeze, and then thaw out once you’re ready to begin filming?
Of course. Denzel Washington, Forest Whitaker, Cicily Tyson, Terrance Howard, Jada Pinkett, Sanaa Lathan Don Cheadle…there are just so many, I can't even name them all. I'd just love a cast full of A-list acts.
Only the best for the best, right? Do you have an idea of what you would like your first movie project to be?
I don’t.
When you hear the name Tarantino, you think of wild, creepy, crazy, weird movies that are off the wall, and when you hear Spike Lee, you think of black empowerment and originality- because he’s very original with his work. When you think of certain actors, you think of certain movies. So when people hear Caleb Tyler Johnson, what would you like to cross their minds? Dane Cook once made a joke saying he was going to ‘Tarentino’ it and tell his story from end to beginning…so if someone were to say “I want to Caleb Tyler Johnson” it, what do you want them to say? What would you like your signature to be?
Have you ever seen Crash?
Of course.
When people saw Crash they sat in the theatre and realized how amazingly everything flowed together...then when the movie went off, people were still sitting in their seats, like…like that’s(Caleb seems to drift away as he seems to reminisce)...that was a really good movie, so my main focus is…when people see my films, I want them to walk out of the movie theatre talking about it. I want them to get into their cars and drive home talking about it. I want them to let up their garages, and get out of their cars talking about it. I want them to take showers talking about it. I want them to go to sleep talking about it.
And dreaming about it.
Dreaming about it, wake up talking about it. Breakfast…we’re still talking about it. Go to work- spread the word to everybody…and talk about it.
That’s powerful…that’s powerful. Now have you seen a movie that has done this to you?
(pauses) Have you seen Crash?
Are you planning on joining any fraternities at all while you’re in college for four years?
(chuckles after a pause) I mean, it’s a possibility, I will say that. I’m not going to count anything out.
Do you think the NPHC organizations are something you can look up to in a positive aspect? Is a fraternity something you would like to be a part of?
I think the idea of a fraternity is what I look up to, not necessarily the people that are involved in it. Because you can put on a front like you’re this business person when you’re trying to get into this organization, and then when you finally get into it, you act the fool, so it’s not necessarily the people that I look up to, but more so the idea itself.
What do you feel the idea of a fraternity is?
Brotherhood. Standing together, working together to better the community and putting all your ideas together as one. As well as standing up for whatever it is the fraternity stands for, of course.
Do you have any brothers?
(pause) Yes.
You seemed to pause before answering the question…is there a reason? Are you close with your brothers?
If you want to call it that…I mean…I really think that another reason I would like to be a part of a frat is to experience…
Brotherhood.
Brotherhood- exactly. Which is sad because even though I have four brothers, I’ve never experienced brotherhood at all.
Your mother a single parent, correct?
She’s…married.
She’s married. Okay, now is the husband in the house with her?
Unfortunately.
Unfortunately? Why is it unfortunate?
Because he might as well not be.
He might as well not be…so I guess he’s just wasting time, space, air, and food, huh?
Yes, wasting time, space, air…and…well not food, cause’ she doesn’t cook for him.
Why don’t they get a divorce?
(pause) That’s a long story…that’ll take up this whole article. (chuckles)
Okay, well we won’t get into that- that seems a little personal anyway. Back to you-do you have a girlfriend?
I do.
You do! How’s that relationship going?
I mean…every relationship is work….but I would say aside from distance, it’s going well.
There’s this rumor going around that you have the ladies…every time you’re seen, you’re also with an entourage…of mostly women. It’s said that Caleb Tyler gets the women! Would you consider yourself a ladies’ man?
No...I mean, I don't know. What does that mean, anyway? What is a ladies man?
I would say it’s a man who’s good with the ladies! Would you say you relate better with women than you do with men?
Of course.
Why?
I can say that I’ve never gotten along with men, or guys, or boys or whatever.
And why is this?
I can’t say…It just seems like whenever I’m with dudes I never feel relaxed. It’s like I always have to compete, or I always have to size myself up to them, or we’re always butting heads or we’re never getting along- we’re always fighting and arguing. And we’re talking about stuff that doesn’t interest me at all. With women it’s different.
Understandable. Now do you think it’s you bumping heads with them because you think they’re going to size you up and challenge you, or is it them actually challenging you?
It could just be me…it could.
Onto our next topic: Superman. I heard your nickname is Superman, I hear you love Superman, so I’d like to ask you where this Superman infatuation came from.
I mean, there is the cartoon of course, but the character himself always stood for justice. He was an extra terrestrial being coming into a world completely unlike him. He has superhuman powers, and he stands out from everyone else when he is Superman. So that makes him different…and I think I’m different.
It’s known that Superman has two different personalities. Well maybe not two different personalities, but he disguises himself. Now when he’s superman he’s different, he’s extra terrestrial, he’s…super man! Powerful. But yet when he’s clark kent, or his being on earth- his disguise, he has the big glasses, he’s nerdy, and his position at his job is not that high in corporate America. Kinda like Peter Parker. Do you think that has anything to do with you as well? Do you think that when you walk amongst your peers you may be one person, but if someone is in need or something, or if somebody is in trouble, you turn into another person?
Exactly.
Exactly. So people may look down on you until they know exactly who you are...
And what I’m capable of.
What are you capable of, Caleb?
That’s what I’m trying to find out.
When did this start? Did you just come out the womb screaming 'Superman', or were you like ten years old when this fascination started?
I think It started when I was a little kid. I grew up on the animated series, and I used to watch Lois and Clark. (laughs) Then I got up on Smallville and all of that. Christopher Reeves in the Superman Movies….
And you felt that when you watched Superman, you had a special bond with him that you had with no other show or book that you’ve read.
You can put it like that.
How would you put it?
I’m big on fiction and imagination. It’s like my imagination is actually greater than my will. It allows me to escape reality for whatever purpose. Like…I can be sitting here watching superman getting all into it, then when it goes off…(pause). It’s kinda like clark kent real talk…like…he’s actually stuck in this situation. He’s attracted to this woman, but she doesn’t know it because she’s attracted to superman. He’s living an everyday life- hardships, reality, bills, all this mess…but when he steps into his phone booth and takes off the slacks, button up, and the tie he comes out…he has no worries. He’s superman. He doesn’t have to hide from anything, nor worry about anything…But kryptonite.
What is your Kryptonite?
A lot of people ask me that...and I can never give them a definite answer.
Well I will be the first that you do!
(Chuckles). Well I would say that it’s my emotions, because they tend to get the best of me sometimes.
You know how attracted Clark was to Lois, so tell me what are the qualities of your personal Lois? What would make you as attracted to a woman as Clark was attracted to Lois?
I need a woman who stands for something. Lois was the type of women who saw something she wanted, and went after it. If she saw a good story, she would go through anything and everything to get that story. And she’s going to have it on the editor’s desk within the hour that she gets it. So basically I want a woman who’s independent. I want a woman who stands for something, and I guess a woman who can at times be better than me, and pull me through during my weakest points.
Remember in Back to the Future when Marty went back in time and talked to his parents? Let's say you did something like the same thing. You’re from the future where you’re a star, you’ve done everything you’ve wanted to do, you’re successful, happy, and beyond content. What would you like to tell the people that read this article?
(laughs) Coming soon to a theatre near you!

Meet Caleb "Superman" Johnson

2008-09-04T10:21:00.000-07:00

Coming soon, to an InterviYOU near you.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Oh my...

2008-08-28T16:42:00.000-07:00

I've been laying off the Battle Of Bankhead stuff because I thought it was just going to die off...
I mean, T.I. vs Shawty Lo?
Can we even call that a hip hop battle?
"A wise man once told me don't argue with fools
Cuz people from a distance can't tell who is who!"-- Jay- Z
I thought TIP was gonna just let it go...I figured it didn't phase him anymore...
But we've all seen the no matter what music video- the subliminal shot (but not really) to Shawty Lo when he did the Paper Chase dance at the part where he says he "set the standard in Atlanta how to get get get it."- something that originated at Birthday Bash.
Then, TI puts out THIS...which was unexpected:

What Up, Whats Haapnin - T.I.
"Ay, what I care bout who you askin sayin they ain't heard of me
I'm certified certainly, them videos ain't hurting me...
I'm forever WESTSIDE, and the feather weight guy

-tell him take his best shot, go and get yaself hot
Cuz I yelled BANKHEAD and you feel left out?
I aint mention your name, that's what all this bout??"
DAMN! (Flex, insert bomb here:___)
Shawty Lo responds with different videos and songs...but...I'm quite dissapointed in his attempts.
I mean at the end of the day, TI is a RAPPER...and Shawty Lo...is just a trap boy trying to rap to represent for the dope boys.
So...TI continues to clown around, and records the VIDEO FOR THE ABOVE SONG IN SHAWTY LO'S HOOD!!

WHAT??

Yes believe it...

TI is SHOOTING the video for the Shawty Lo diss in Shawty Lo's HOOD!

Gangsta? Understatement.

Don't you find that kinda Crucial...? Pun intended...haha.

Check out the footage below:

Sigh...yes...you just saw with your own eyes...TI doing Shawty Lo's Paper Chase dance as other join in and mock it and taunt...to a DISS to Shawty Lo...IN Shawty Lo's hood.

Cough...Shawty...you gotta come back hard, bruh.

Please.

Do it for Bankhead.

Peace & Blessings

And in case you missed it...

2008-08-27T08:50:00.000-07:00

Michelle Obama

My dream woman.

And the trouble begins...

2008-08-27T08:15:00.000-07:00

White supremacists cleared of gun plot to assassinate Barack Obama

Three men held in a suspected race-hate plot to kill Barack Obama will not face any charges relating to an attempt on his life.

The authorities in Denver said that even though they had high-powered sniper rifles and were racists who said they wanted to kill Mr Obama to stop him becoming President, the case did not meet the legal standard to charge the men with a federal offence.

What the FUCK else do you need???!?!?!?!
For the assassination to happen????

Tharin Gartrell, 28, Shawn Adolf (haha...typical), 33, and Dwaine Johnson, 32, are to face charges of possessing firearms and the drug methamphetamine following their arrest.

The US Attorney for Denver, Troy Eid, said that while investigators were keeping an "open mind" an intensive investigation had found no evidence of a credible plan to kill Mr Obama as he accepted the Democratic nomination at Denver's Invesco football stadium tomorrow.

"There is a difference between a true threat and the reported racist rantings of drug abusers," said Mr Eid. "This involved a gang of meth-heads who were all impaired at the time."

The plot was only uncovered after police seized two high-velocity rifles, camouflage clothing, walkie-talkies, wigs, a bulletproof vest and telescopic gun sights during a routine traffic stop.

One of the gang - who has the surname Adolf and was wearing a swastika ring - jumped from a sixth-floor window to escape after the FBI swooped on two hotels in the city.

Another denied being part of the plot, but reportedly said of Obama: 'Blacks don't belong in political office. He ought to be shot.'

The foiled 'hit' has sent shockwaves through the convention crowds pouring into the Colorado capital for the 47-year-old senator's Democrat coronation.

It heightened fears that Mr Obama is a target for the kind of politically-charged assassinations that claimed the lives of icons including John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King.

The Illinois senator has been under protection for more than a year following a string of death threats.

The latest plot unravelled after 28-year-old Tharin Gartrell was arrested driving erratically in a Denver suburb in the early hours of Sunday.

The FBI was immediately alerted after the guns, sights and disguises were found in Gartrell's rented pick-up truck.

Two of Gartrell's associates, Nathan Johnson, 32, and Shawn Adolf, 33, were arrested hours later in swoops on two hotels in the Denver area.

Adolf broke his ankle in his attempt to flee and was on $1million bail last night.

According to an arrest warrant "Adolf said that he wanted to kill Obama and additionally stated that he would specifically use a sniper rifle and high powered scope, and find high ground to set up and shoot Obama."

An unnamed female witness who drove to Denver with Adolf told Colorado State Patrol officers about possible threats against Mr Obama.

The witness said Adolf and Gartrell had talked "negatively" about Mr Obama using racial epithets. She believed they were "white supremacists." She said they "could not believe how close he was to becoming President".

FBI agents called to investigate the threat soon established that it was not credible. An FBI source said: "Even though Gartrell and Adolf had high-powered rifles they would not have been in a position to carry out an assassination. They could have not reached the intended target. These were just a couple of rednecks thinking out loud what they'd like to do."

The unemployed truck driver, a self-confessed methamphetamine user, first denied that there was a plot at all, but he then said: 'Yeah, they were here to do that, to assassinate him...it's about as hard for me to swallow as it is for you to understand.'

According to the U.S. television network CBS, Johnson said the other two men 'had planned to kill Barack Obama at his acceptance speech'.

Johnson reportedly told the network: 'He don't belong in political office. Blacks don't belong in political office. He ought to be shot.'

The FBI said that at least two of the suspects - thought to include Adolf - have ties to White Supremacist groups.

"Don't let your fears keep you from accomplishing your goals."

Lord be with us.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

I hope you - Lee Ann Womack

2008-08-25T17:13:00.000-07:00

I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Amazing song.
Need I say more?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

GREEN LIGHT MUSIC VIDEO- JOHN LEGEND & ANDRE 3000

2008-08-22T13:47:00.001-07:00

They are back.
I can't wait to see what they both have in store for us.
Music may be making a comeback!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

NeYo sings 'Take a bow' remix with live band

2008-08-22T13:31:00.000-07:00

Amazing...my long lost brother is amazing.
And when you may have thought he was done...
...new music video Miss Independent

Lovely.
Need I say more?
Year of the Gentleman coming soon...not soon enough.
Will YOU be copping it??
I will!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Quote of the day: Love

2008-08-20T07:44:00.000-07:00

"Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning."

True indeed...True indeed...especially now.
peaople walk around throwing the word around as if it's their name when they truly have never, ever felt what love is!
everytime they like somebody, or somebody helps them out with something, love pours out of their lips immediately...
Love is just a word- until feelings and actions are applied behind it to lift it up and make the word visible.
Otherwise, love will just be a word thrown around...like hate.
Spread love, my people- but NOT just the word.
The ACTION.

Peace & Blessings & LOVE
Lu

Quote of the day: Kill Procrastination

2008-08-19T12:45:00.000-07:00

"Waiting is a trap. There will always be reasons to wait. The truth is, there are only two things in life, reasons and results, and reasons simply don't count.”

Don't procrastinate.
Do it.
Now.
No...now!
GET up and GET it done!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Uhhh....

2008-08-19T06:54:00.000-07:00

So...why WOULD'NT you vote for him?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Sky's the limit

2008-08-18T17:33:00.001-07:00

Sigh...
As I step out into the hot suns of Valdosta, equipped with my bookbag, and a mindstate of the Brain ready to conquer the world!
start to listen @ 10 seconds- stop at 15!

Anyway, as i turn on my iPod- yeah, baby! My first Apple product!- and press shuffle, the first song that comes on is Sky's The Limit by Biggie Smalls & 112.
Wow...seeing what my goals for this semester entail, that was JUST the song I needed to hear.
the chorus, for those of you that don't know, goes:
The sky is the limit and you know that you keep on,
just keep on pressing on
The sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want,
be what you want
have what you want, be what you want
have what you want, be what you want...

EXACTLY what I needed to hear.
I pulled my bookbag close and hopped on the bus with a brand new smile...
The smile knowing that I was ready to conquor my goals...
A smile that said that I was not only going to dream, but execute.

"You are a product of the choices you make."
Remember that.

Skys The Limit (Featuring 112) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

For my ladies...

2008-08-18T17:27:00.000-07:00

"If HE won't sweat FOR you,
then don't allow HIM to sweat ON you!"

Your body is a temple...watch who goes inside it.
Matter of fact, even watch who hangs around OUTSIDE of it.
No soliciting.
Use your intuition and conscience as security.
k?
Feel me, my sisters.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Black Is Beautiful

2008-08-18T07:42:00.000-07:00

As I sat in my apartment going through trash and crap that I brought with me from home(I'm the # 1 pack rat), I came accross a business card/ flyer that caught my eye.
I remembered who I got it from, some guy in Little 5 Points who was selling dope T-shirts out of one of those lil shops. He made, and printed them himself, and I would have helped out with his hustle, but I didn't have cash on me that day.
the joints were so fly though...
But anyway, I remember him giving me his card so I could connect with him on a later note.
i never took the chance to read the card, due to me always on the go, so I guess it resurfaced for a reason.
The card carried valuable information on it.
On the front of the card were the words Black Is Beautiful to the side of a gorgeous black woman with an afro, leaning her head to the side. The websites followed.
On the backside were the words:
"Be humane...
end self hatred by practicing the 10 basic steps! - "The Code"
co-exist.

*Stop Snitching (there's a difference between being a witness and an informant- volunteering info for personal gain).
*Stop name-calling one another.
*Stop cursing at one another.
*Stop gossiping.
*Stop being discourteous to one another.
*Stop stealing from one another.
*Stop robbing one another.
*Stop fighing one another (does not include self defense).
*Stop killing one another.
*Stop squabbling with one another and asking others to settle it.
- Neely Fuller Jr.

*Replace the system of injustice with a system of justice.
Black Work Against Genocide..."

Now I can say how I feel on each of these steps...but it may not mean the same for you, as it does for me. So take these steps and apply them to your life as due fit.
I'm sure it'll make things ALOT better for you...
Anyway, I just figured I'd share this info with you...hope it helps!

visit their site @ http://www.blogger.com/www.whensleeperswakeup.com
and the myspace page @ www.myspace.com/thinkblackinstitute

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Back 2 School

2008-08-15T20:23:00.001-07:00

:-D

Peace & Blessings

Lu

Forever (Verse)

2008-08-13T19:10:00.000-07:00

"143- my beginning of everything
And I see you’re nothing short of my everything
Baby girl I know we’ve been through everything
But everything with you makes everything heavenly
When you’re around, my heart skips a beat
I hit the crib, and listen to our song on repeat
call me crazy…insane, deranged
to explain…the way I feel when I hear your name
A touch from you…leaves me simply breathless
Yet i feel invincible with a simple kiss
Plus I know that if you’re never at my side again
I can look at the night’s sky to see your eyes again."

Peace & Blessings

Whoop Rico video shoot

2008-08-13T17:29:00.001-07:00

Well...haha.
While Rico, otherwise known as Kane is performing at concerts that nobody goes to...
making diss tracks...
talking crap on camera while he "smokes some purp, goes to sleep, and eats some cookies"...
The Show Stoppas are making big moves!
Soulja boy and SOD Money Gang presents: The Show Stoppas- officially signed!!!

they look like they are having so much fun! I wouldn't mind hanging with them...haha.
footage from Whoop Rico video behind the scenes below!

Juney (wassup wit da cookies?) Makes an appearance at the end of the video...
All love...no beef...I love to see that.
I see you, Yogi Bear!
Whoooooppppp Riiiccccooooooo!
Young talent at it's finest...HIP HOP.
Can't hate.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

I'm back!!

2008-08-13T17:08:00.000-07:00

:-D

Peace & Blessings

Rico's Revenge

2008-07-24T18:55:00.000-07:00

Now, unless you have been under a rock these past few months, you've heard about whooping Rico...and breaking his neck.
Doesn't ring a bell?
Check it out

Whoop Rico has swept Atlanta as the new dance craze...taking over the Crank Dat movement in a few short months- going from Youtube to the radio, and a video is said to be coming soon.
The dance is said to be created from a fight, they had to deal with a "nigga getting buck, and they just had to beat his ass...so we named the dance WHOOP RICO!"
I've always made jokes about how Rico was going to strike back, and well...he finally did.
By talking mess...

Talking more mess...

Then finally rapping with his "patnas", who call themselves "Triple G Ent".

As Rico holds his pants up with one hand, he points at the camera with the other and spits:
"I thought you knew that
Whatever we can do that
Them show stoppa niggas just something we can shoot at
treat em like crew cuts, we chopping at they head
Mac 90 clip long boy, chop em till they dead
They said...that I done lost some rank on these streets
so i hit the block and bang to yo game on yo T
-shirt. Get murked, boy- I'm busting for mine
And when that drum stop beating, man I'm busting the nine
Anytime...you Animation niggas want beef
See me, Kane bitch- a third triple g
And if you don't like what I said, please come see me, folk
I wish a mufucka would try whoop rico"
After this diss, the lead goon starts to diss the South Side Mafia...another group of goons who dissed crime mob a while ago

When will people just get along and make money TOGETHER?
Or...when will people who get their ass whooped just SHUT UP??
WHOOOOOP RIIIICCCCOOOOOOOOOO!!!! haha...

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Lost in an obfuscated haze

2008-07-21T23:55:00.000-07:00

Well, guys...when I started this blog, I promised you, as well as myself, that I would dedicate my heart to it. Whenever I wrote something, I promised it would come from my heart, or it wouldn't be posted. Everything I post is straight from my heart...edited in my mind...and shared with you. Lately, I admit, I haven't been giving you ME.
Yeah, I may give you posts- definitely not as much as I used to, but even the posts that I give you are just...not me.
They may be good, I seem to be gaining more feedback than ever (thank you, readers! :-D), but I feel that I haven't been giving you all of me, as I promised I would.
I remember before in the past when I used to give my all whole hearted, and people would complain about how sad the posts seemed to be...
okay...maybe they were sad, but it was ME- at the time. Alot more people appreciated it than those who didn't...and those who didn't can find another website to check out, correct?
The Internet is too large to read a blog that may annoy you. Go play a game or something...lol. But on a serious note, I haven't shared my feelings in a loooonnngggg time.
Tonight, at 2:10 am, that shall change.
Right now, I shall open my heart...and pour it's contents out...to you.
Some may like it, some may be annoyed- but those that read, relate, and get help from it...that's who I write it for.
I write to change lives...and if 100 people hate this post, but 1 reads it and learns from it, or realizes that he/she's not the only one feeling the way he/she feels...it's worth it...to me.
I want the people out there who can admit that they have feelings, and things do bother them to feel me...
Sigh...enough of my never-ending chatter, let me just turn on my internal radiator and start to vent.
I haven't been myself lately...
...at all.
When I used to look at myself, I saw exactly what an Aries was supposed to be:
Direct, brave, daring, active, impulsive, eager, fiery, fun, energetic, and exciting.
That used to be me, even through all of the changes that have occurred in my life- I've went through alot of break downs and build ups, but my core remained the same.
I was Lucius Matthew McCall III, the charismatic attention getter.
But lately it seems as if everything has changed about me- my thoughts, my actions, my words...everything.
It's like I'm not myself...at all.
My recent thoughts have been filled with sad, depressing theories and ideas...things that I would have never thought before...
Things bother me that never used to, and instead of letting it slide off and move on with my life as I used to, I let them stick to me, and suck all energy and positivity out of me like a tick...
It seems as if I've centered my life around work and getting money...I go to work early, and leave late- everyday.
My life's pretty boring...I get up, get dressed, go to work, get upset, come home, watch TV, attempt to blog, go to sleep...
The next day- I repeat.
Now don't get me wrong, I may go out once in a while with my brothers, or a female friend to chill, talk, or whatever.
They see me smile, I make them laugh, they see the energy and positivity in my actions and the way I carry myself...but it's all a mask...
Subconsciously, I act myself, or what I would like 'myself' to be, and then when I'm in the shadows I go right back to how I am currently...it5's weird.
I'm not myself lately, and I don't know why.
I wish I did so I could change it.
No matter how many random people tell me I'm "handsome", "like a sculpture", "beautiful", "gorgeous", etc- I still think I'm an 'aight' looking guy...not the best, not the worst, and I think that has alot to do with my thoughts.
But good looks doesn't get you happiness...
As I work and see the couples walk through the aisles, kissing, holding hands, happy, smiling, laughing...I don't get jealous, but I kinda wish I were them...walking though life carefree with a significant other at my side...just laughing, and being in bliss- between her and I.
But I don't have that, and feel I won't for a while.
Besides the fact that I don't think I'm ready for that, I also don't think that any woman I've met up to this day, this hour, this minute, this second is ready for me.
Females.
Ugh.
Don't even get me started on the subject.
I don't understand how you can make a woman who's obsessed with "Hollywood" feel like she's "in a movie", yet she still won't act accordingly. She's quick to flip the script and produce a twist that you won't understand for days...if not months. As you sit there in the theatre waiting for more, she's long gone, left the theatre, hopped in her car, and is on her way to...wherever. Gone. Without giving a fuck if you understand what just happened or not.
Excuse the profanity...I don't mean to swear, I just...idk.
I'm tired of my candy rain turning into a bitter hail...what seemed to be so sweet suddenly bitter in my mouth, like the joke gum you may get from the magician shop or something...
There are so many women who aren't my type...and they seem to be the only ones paying me attention.
The ones who I would love to start something with are either not looking for a start, taken, or not giving me a second glance.
I refuse to settle, so I guess I'm going to be single for a long time...
Alot of you may be like- 'so?'
No, I don't believe you need to be in a relationship to be happy, and I despise people that think that way, because they just end up hurting themselves and others, yet I do admit- it does help.
I'm not even looking for a relationship right now, I guess...I mean if it happens, it happens.
What I would love is someone that I have an interest in to hold steady conversations with...
Nothing serious, but I guess to some, that may be serious.
To feel wanted...maybe even loved.
Well, maybe not that far. I love myself, my family loves me, my friends love me...
But there's something about a woman loving you...
I went through a phase where I made myself a discontinued item...like an item taken off of the shelf in a store due to it's low demand. When people don't buy an item no matter how much they drop the price, they make it a discontinued item, and remove it from the shelf.
Alot of people who didn't want the item may not care, but that one person who's been looking for that specific item may be upset that they can't purchase it anymore.
For a while I didn't feel wanted...so I said okay, you can't feel unwanted if you're unavailable...right?
Stop here if you think I'm pitiful...lol. Because it doesn't get better.
I told you what to expect.
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting a different result...
I call that persistence. Not insanity.
I call it smart. Not insanity.
I call it want, need...NOT insanity.
For years I've been the nice guy...maybe too nice...willing to take women on horse carriage rides, and out to a gorgeous dinner with money I didn't have...
See, it's not about someone loving me, it's about me caring for someone...I think.
Because when I'm in a relationship, I care for that person...their happiness comes before mine...all the way until the end of the relationship.
I'm always that gentleman who gets walked over because he's not "man enough" to be aggressive...
Alot of people may call me insane...but I refuse to conform to the world.
I refuse to become that asshole that every other guy is just to get the girl...because what if there's one girl who's looking for the opposite?
I know there's someone out there who's looking for me....I know there's alot of people out there who aren't for you- you'll meet them first before you meet the one who IS for you.
So why the hell would I change myself to get the ones who AREN'T for me, and lose the one who IS for me-due to her not recognizing who I was?
I'll remain the same...call me insane.
I used to believe that I wasn't of this world because of the things I naturally did, and the things I thought.
I considered myself an Alien...
Seriously.
Then I just figured I was different...
But lately I've been thinking again that I'm really not from this world, and I'm not supposed to be here...OR, I AM supposed to be here, but my purpose is not being fulfilled.
That's the worst feeling in the world.
I still don't know what school I'm going to next semester because I fucked up last semester worrying about the WRONG shit...ugh.
Some people may say Lucius, stop tripping and count your blessings, name them one by one, count your blessings, see what God has done.I admit, I'm very, very blessed and I thank the Lord for that.
But my life's like a puzzle.
What makes a puzzle?
The missing pieces.
When you're doing a puzzle, you don't worry about the pieces you already have together. You're usually focused on finding the pieces that you DON'T have...trying to find them, no matter how long it takes...because it just DOESN'T MAKE SENSE IF IT ISN'T ALL TOGETHER. Kinda like life...you don't seem to get the whole picture unless you have all of your pieces together...
I apologize to lay this on you...I'm sure you already have enough problems.
It's just like there's this haze in my mind...and I need it to be cleared immediately.

Lu

EVERYBODY!!!

2008-07-16T10:04:00.001-07:00

Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style!

Wow...
Speechless...
the only words I can get out are...
*Substance*
*Swagger*
*Entertainment*
*New*
*G.O.O.D. Music!*
Enjoy

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Good Drugs, er- I mean music!!!

2008-07-16T10:01:00.001-07:00

1. n*e*r*d - love bomb
2. marky - solar system (remix) (feat. raheem devaughn)
3. s-caliber - hey hollywood (feat. nate landers)
4. USDA - quickie
5. christian rich - schemer
6. hollyweerd - weerdo
7. janet jackson - luv
8. timbaland - miscommunication (feat. keri hilson & sebastian)
9. UCB - sexy lady
10. cassius - eye water (feat. skateboard p)
11. raheem devaughn - my soul ain’t for sale
12. club nouveau - why you treat me so bad
13. gym class heroes - viva la white girl (remix feat. lil wayne)
14. esthero feat. mouse the waldorf poster boy - gas’d superheroes, afta-1 remix
15. zapp & roger - computer love (remix) (feat. jay-z & nerv-us)
16. curren$y - she on my mind
17. kenna - say goodbye to love
18. christian rich - my famous girl
19. bilal - hollywood
20. john legend - green light (feat. andre 3 stacks)
21. little brother - starship
22. nexx level band - ladies paradise
23. fat tony - jaded
24. dangerdoom - space ho’s
25. prince - erotic city

Get your Fix HERE!

Diamond Girl...the movie?

2008-07-15T11:21:00.001-07:00

I love the song...but what in the world is this?

hmmm...good acting...i guess?
I respect the fact he tried to be different

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Spazz

2008-07-15T11:19:00.001-07:00

"I aint a punk b***h- I don't give a f**k!!"-- Pharrell Williams
Go get Seeing Sounds if you haven't!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Charmin Ultraaaaaaa!!

2008-07-15T10:37:00.000-07:00

"I don't understand why I've BEEN here, yet it's others you look for...
Guess you on that Charmin Ultra tip...where LESS IS MORE! " --Lucius McCall

Peace & Blessings

A Rooftop Party???

2008-07-14T11:58:00.001-07:00

Sigh...

I cannot WAIT until I'm 21.

I've BEEN so tired of going to the club and sweating out my fly outfit, being pushed out of the way by oversized football players who think they're small enough to 'crank dat', walking in the parking lot deaf as hell due to hearing 'This Morning', as well as 'Wassup wit da pussay?!' twelve times in 3 hours- EACH.

So tired of seeing the same girls...in the same clothes..doing the same things.

People KNOW the reason to hit the club is to dance, as well as meet people.

Men go to meet women- in most cases.

Women go to meet men- " " " . lol.

But you can't meet a good girl at the club!!!!

They're either giving every male in the club their number, or holding up the wall and giving it to nobody.

I've been tired of seeing people make love in the club- literally.

Which is why I love parties...a lil more chill, but not as crazy as a club that I burn gas driving to, just to end up paying $20 at the door to a douche-bag surrounded by a street team of gorgeous women.

I'm tired of having an okay time, and then hearing chairs getting thrown around, and glasses being broken, then seeing a line of men run out the club- if they're not being escorted by security- yelling out "come get in this shit, shawty!"

I need to elevate...

...to this:

A FREE party on the rooftop...drinks...and gorgeous women...diversity...a MIX of music...

but guess what?

I gotta be 21 to get in.

Ugh...

I'd get a fake, but I'll be there April 3rd...

I guessssss I can wait...

Peace & BLessings

Sigh...what a giver. or a LOSER!

2008-07-11T10:02:00.000-07:00

I've been LOSING alot of money this summer...

and it's starting to ruin my plans.

The accident cost me a $500 deductable.

The tires costs me $306

The towing, $105

and lastly, the brakes $326

!!!!

That God for credit cards- but NOT the need to pay them back...lol

Sigh...do you know what I could DO with that loot?!

But these things, I couldn't do without a car.

ugh.

Life...lol

Peace & Blessings (on myself, as well as you!)

My reach...

2008-07-11T09:52:00.000-07:00

I went to church with a friend this past Sunday, and I observed my surroundings...
Ever since being in Valdosta, I've come up with this view of the locals here- they're all mutant scum thugs who hate the students...It seems that you're only safe on campus, and once you leave campus, you're risking your happiness.

Take it from me, and my multiple experiences with these locals...

It seems that unless you're on campus, or in church you're in the den of the monsters...

--and they will try to eat you.

But anyway, this post is not to bash the locals- because the locals who attend the surrounding churches seem so different. I feel the positive energy, the love, the embrace...and I love it. It shows that there are some Valdosta natives who won't try to slit your face ear to ear...

--literally.

But once again, that's not my purpose of this post...

As I was in church, I saw young men who were walking around and speaking to everyone, glowing, and looking so positive. The old ladies hugged them, and pinched their cheeks. They looked like future students...kids that were raised right, and were ignorant to the ignorance...

I admired them, and hoped that they would remain on the right track.

It feels good to know that there are alot of young children who're starting off right...it makes me smile when I think about there being a chance of a generation of strong, smart, black men who take care of their responsibilities...something that's rare these days.

I smiled at them.

As church started, a young man- maybe about 10, 11- came and was placed by me, and he seemed to have this angry expression upon his face. Anger and despise poured from his expression...as if he hated church and everyone in it.

As soon as the sermon started, he pulled out his phone.

He wasn't interested in the least.

When someone looked back at him, he stared them down, and muttered obscenities under his breath.

My first reaction was to turn my back to him, shun him, and pay attention to what was going on up front.

That instinct dissolved quickly, and I realized that that's what everybody does to these kids. Nobody tried to have patience with them and lend them a helping hand...they just punish them and turn their backs to them, spreading their favoritism to the 'good' kids...the choir kids, the kids getting all As.

I used to be that child...A 'bad john', the kid who was always wild and had to get his way. Always fighting, always disobeying...

People told my mother to throw some pills at me and call it a day.

She didn't...she stayed there at my side and had patience with me, and I thank her for that everyday. When EVERYONE in the world turned their backs to me- including my father, she stayed by my side to support me, and teach me the right thing- even after everyone lost their hope.

I thank her for that. For being there for me, and also passing on that trait of patience. I now refuse to turn my back on any young brothers...because a simple conversation can change his life forever.

"My brother's struggle is my struggle, so I refuse to turn my back and leave

I'm trying to connect with my brothers, not sit on a pedestal and preach

It's sad cuz I can touch em, but it seems I can't reach em

The world's so quick to cuff em, yet so reluctant to teach...ummm...?"-- Lucius McCall (SAGGIN)

Peace & Blessings

Bully

2008-07-11T09:17:00.000-07:00

Talking to my older brother today, we got on some subjects like our exes and what went wrong... He told me that his ex lost respect for him because he made her his happiness.
He formed her into his only source of happiness...
I truly could relate.
He said he made her his world.
I told him that doing that was normal, and that it should be done. Some women would love that, yet most would take advantage.
Continuing our conversation, I said something that sparked in my mind, and I felt I should share it with you:
"If a woman/man knows you'll stay no matter what she/he does, she/he's gonna do what she/he does- no matter what."
Reality. A person only treats you how you allow them to treat you- nothing past that.
So if you keep letting things slide over and over and over without realizing that the offenses are getting greater...
It's like a bully.
A bully starts with a joke, and sees how you take it.
If you laugh it off, he goes on with a poke.
If you laugh it off, a push.
More laughter, a punch.
And the whole while, you can't tell the difference between a joke and a punch, because before your eyes, that bully has been creeping up the bar and peeping your reaction.
It's called the advantage.
Pretty soon the punches and kicks start to hurt and long after that is when you realize that you're getting hurt, and you think this started suddenly, but in actuality it's been going on for a while. You just didn't catch it at the joke.
Like in a relationship, you didn't catch it at the disrespect that you laughed off because you figured she/he was 'just playing'
Don't let anyone bully your heart.

Peace & Blessings

The BEST Millie remix yet!! 'OBAMA'

2008-07-09T11:44:00.000-07:00

Yesssssssssssssssss
So...are YOU ready for the next president?
I ammmmmmmm!
Props to Milah Be...I needed this. lol

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Be Kanye!

2008-07-07T11:26:00.001-07:00

I'm definately calling right now. lol...

P&B
Lu

Does 20 partners make a girl a ho?

2008-07-07T10:56:00.001-07:00

TWENTY partners??
2-0??
10...times 2??
Wow...she was bold for being so honest...either that, or she finds nothing wrong with that.
Do I?
Well, yeah...20 partners at the age of 24? That's almost one guy a year- if she started having sex at the age of one. If we think realistically, she probably started at the age of 14, 15...so that would be 11 years of being sexually active, which boils down to 2 guys a year, or more!
whoooaaaa...
Now I don't mean to be judgemental, but I'd like to wait around for maybe 6 months before a woman opens her legs to me...
3 months if our chemistry is REALLY flowing.
there are only 12 months in a year...
You do the math.
Wow...I don't freely throw around the word ho...but shorty obviously needs to slow down. I know I wouldn't be talking to her after that...
What you think?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

ohsolucius

What's a GOON to a GENTLEMAN?

2008-07-05T12:07:00.000-07:00

I will never understand.
Ever.
Fellas...take a look at the lovely lady above.
Check the legs...lips...hair...stomach...chest.
Take a good look at her. Women, too. Peep her beauty.
Now, after you're done looking (fellas, you can start reading now...take your eyes OFF the pic...lol), tell me why...WHY a gorgeous (understatement) woman like that would want to be with...with...
a GOON.

You don't know? I don't know either. How do I know she'd prefer a goon?
Well, in a recent interview with KING magazine, a famous men's mag, she states the following:

So you want a man who’s both honest and thug?
An authentic gangsta—that deletes about half the rap game off your list. I love guys who are street. I won’t even give soft guys a chance. Menace II Society is my shit! Caine was like my first crush. Actually, O-Dog was my true dream guy. I was in love with him, from that opening scene where he pops the convenience-store worker. He had me from that gunshot [laughs]. He was ’hood, and I loved that.

So dudes without rap sheets need not apply?
I can tell immediately how lame you are. For me, too soft is, after I give you my number, you call every day. “I want to take you to dinner. You’re the future!” Dude, you don’t even know me. You’ve known me for two weeks and you love me? I don’t get that. That kind of rush job might freak me out at 21. I’m not ready for marriage!

Hollon! *Jamaican accent*
So if I call a lady I'm interested in everyday, I'm considered lame? I usually do that because I want to talk to you...I wasn't aware that this was a crime. I wasn't aware that I should just ask you for your number to have it in my phone...to take up space.
If I want to take you to dinner, I'm a dude looking for marriage? It couldn't be that I want to get to know you on a more personal level, and treat you at the same time...right?
Don't get me wrong, I know ALL women don't think like this- every woman out here doesn't have the mentality of Lauren London. But the scary thing is, ALOT do.
Every where I turn around, I see it. In the club, at parties, at work, on the block...

Women seem to gravitate towards the bad boy, while the nice guy sits on the sideline waiting patiently for some play.
What makes it even worse is- the world just eggs it on! From movies, to books, to manuals!

What theeee f*******k??

I was speaking to an ex of mine the other day, and we had a nice, long convo- about her and her man dilemmas. She said that she wanted to settle down, he didn't want a girlfriend. She's still a virgin- holding it until marriage, and he goes out and has sex with multiple women. She doesn't drink, he drinks all the time. She doesn't- and would never smoke, and he smokes weed all the time. After telling me all of this, I'm expecting to hear her say that she's going to move on, but she has the nerve to tell me that she's in love with him.

What??

I threw my hands in the air and thought 'So THIS is why we broke up! Because you want a Bad Jon!'

I couldn't understand it then, and I won't understand it now- unless it's explained to me- BY A WOMAN.

I've noticed that women like a chase...because the women I'm not interested in seem to never let go, no matter how many hints I give, or pictures I paint- yet the one I'm interested in seems to forever be on the run. I can never get her, but the ones I don't want are sitting outside...patiently waiting...for nothing.

How many times do I have to hear "he's cute, he's sweet, he's the perfect gentlemen...he's just not for me."

How many times do I have to hear a woman complain about these "bad men", talk about how she's looking for Prince Charming, then see her pursue the complete opposite?

How many times do I have to see women melt under the glare of a complete asshole?

I admit, I went through a phase before I manned up. I was that asshole. I was that douche-bag. And I had women.

Now that I try to be Prince Charming, I sit at home alone watching America's Most Daring Police Chases.

Go ahead...you can either laugh, or shake your head in pity.

I remember after a girl slipped her number in my phone, I texted her that night to

1. make sure she got home safely

2. give her my number

After that night, I never heard from her again.

But I'm almost positive that if I called her 3 days later, we would be dating!

I asked a female friend on advice about women, she told me to act like I don't want them.

What the hell??

I thought it was supposed to be the opposite?

I just want to ask the women, and maybe some men that may know the powerful secret, what is it about this bad boy persona that attracts you like a moth to alight?

You go, and get stung, bounce away, then flutter back to get stung again.

Why?

What do women want?

What's a goon to a gentleman?

Peace & Blessings

Work it!

2008-07-02T19:45:00.001-07:00

Wow.
What a douche-bag picture!
Don't you think?
My best friend and I used to make fun of people who took pictures like this and put them all over their internet profiles...
It made me laugh.
I felt they were extremely sonceited and full of themselves...
Lame.
At least I thought it was lame.
BUT- hear me out!
I've started working out, and I want to see if there is a difference between now, and then!
Before, and After.
A skinny scrawny boy, to a solid, cut man.
I want my readers to hold me accountable for getting and keeping my body where it needs to be, because as I said it's YOU who keeps me writing, so I'm sure YOU can keep my working out...
Don't get me wrong, I have will power, but it seems I always find something better to do...lol
I'll be loading an updated photo at the end of the summer...and I want you to tell me if there's a change.
Bet?
I write from my heart on my blog, and this was resting on top of it today...
don't judge me
:-)

Peace & Blessings
Lu

More Pleasure...mmmm

2008-07-02T19:30:00.000-07:00

More from the King author of black literature, pieces from his latest, Pleasure.

Too bad people didn't fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad these emotions sisn't move simultaneously. But each act of madness moved at its own pace, one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. It wasn't like tandem skydiving, where you were connected as you fell, where you were forced to fall at the same rate and use the same parachute. Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.

I had to think like a man; fuck, then release. Like they were Fucker-men. Sexual fisherman, casting theri bait, relling in women for zipless fucks, engaging in orgasm and immediate release.

Sigh...one day.
One day...

Peace & Blessings
Lu

MOVE THE FUCK ON!!

2008-07-01T18:04:00.001-07:00

Much easier said than done, yo.

Peace & Blessings

What Kinda Mess? Soulja Boy V.S. Ice T?

2008-06-21T09:29:00.001-07:00

Ice T doesn't seem to like the Teen Of The South too much...

Soulja Boy Responds

hahahahaha...okay, okay...no matter how ignorant it may have been, I laughed. Soulja Boy is retarded...lol.
He seemed tog et more serious at the end of his video...if he kept it that way from the beginning, I think he would have made Ice T look so stupid.
But oh well, you can't go back in time!
I respect Soulja Boy- many may ask why...
To come from nothing, and grind your way to everything- that's respectable.
Soulja Boy didn't destroy hip hop, he just gave the people what they wanted.
If nobody was buying his music, he wouldn't be as big as he is!!
Let that marinate...

P.S. Lmao at Arab looking so sad in the background...

Ice T was quick to respond, loading up another video

"I'm caked out...JACK!"
LMAOOOOO with his throwback Iverson Jersey!
Knowing he got that mess from ROSS...
What kinda immature, bored ass man?!
You do realize that Jay no longer responds to people...
Nas doesn't...
I guess the kings can just laugh things off, but the insecure, bored ass men just have to respond...
and respond again...
and add to it...
then add some more...lmao
"Watch the youtubes, watch the blogs, the shit is gonna go down!"

Kanye actually heard about the 'beef', and wrote about it on his blog!
This is what Kanye has to say about the issue:
"Soulja boy is fresh ass hell and is actually the true meaning of what hip hop is sposed to be. He came from the hood, made his own beats, made up a new saying, new sound and a new dance with one song. He had all of America rapping this summer. If that ain’t Hip Hop then what is? A bunch of wannabe keep it real rappers that ain’t even relevant, recycling samples trying to act like it’s 96 again and all they do is hate on new shit? Niggas always talk about the golden age but for a 13 year old kid, this is the golden age!!! That song was so dope cause everything he said had a hidden meaning… that’s Nas level shit… he just put it over some steel drums which is also some Nas shit if you had the 2nd album cassette with the bonus track “Silent Murder” on it. In closing… new niggas get ya money$$$$$$$$$$ Keep this shit fresh and original…. ain’t no fuckin’ rules to this shit and that’s what real hip hop is to me."

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Watch Yourself!

2008-06-19T11:47:00.000-07:00

Peep this...

Ladies and Gentlemen...
PROTECT YOURSELF!
We're not invincible!
once you get there...there's no turning back...there's no cure...once you're there, you're there.
And you don't want to be...
In the world we live in, we glorify sex...
Love sex- shoot, I LOVE sex...
but all I'm asking it...wrap it up.

This is real...
T-pain I Got It
T-Pain Suicide

Take this message to the heart...please.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Happy Father's Day!!

2008-06-16T03:43:00.000-07:00

Father's Day.
The day celebrated all over the US, as well as beyond us.
A special day out of 365 to recognize fathers all over the world; a day used to make them feel appreciated for what they've done, and what they do.
People always say that Mother's Day kills Father's Day as far as gifts and hype, but besides that- the appreciation is usually equivalent.
I'd like to take out this time now to recognize and applaud all the fathers in the world who have stayed around, and taken care of responsibility,
-all the step-fathers who have stepped in and closed the door that the original fathers left wide open,
-all the mentors and other men who try to step in and lead by example to get our young on the right track, without persuing a relationship with the mother,
-and all the mothers who have to be both mother and father for theirs sons and daughters. I don’t know how hard that is, but I have an idea. My mother’s single with three children. I see her struggle. I appreciate her for it.

In church on Father’s Day, all the fathers in the building were asked to come down to the alter to be recognized. Sadly, because I attend an African American church, I didn’t expect the turn out to be so large. Fifty five, or sixty men walked to the altar for prayer, and I tipped my hat to every last one.
Why?
Because for fathers- or daddies, per say, I’m an aficionado.
I respect the men who take responsibility for their actions and don’t try to make excuse after excuse to get away from what they’re supposed to do. The men that realize that once their sperm hits the egg like a ball hits a bat and fertilization starts, the previous game is over. It’s time to get serious, and step to the plate and play for the future.
It’s time to be on you’re A-game.
Your life is changed.
You’re in the Big Leagues now.
I praise the men who stay around and play intil the came is over, not until they get tired, or only when it's convenient for them. They practice, and train, and try to be the best father they could ever be.
Fat shout and much respect to the MVFs...Most Valuable Fathers.

Check this video out to see how some celebrities still seem to have time to take care of their own.

But what exactly is a father?
Well, dictionary.com (my favorite, and only dictionary) defines a father as:

Father
-noun
1. a male parent.
2. a father-in-law, stepfather, or adoptive father.
3. a man who exercises paternal care over other persons; paternal protector or provider: a father to the poor.

Being a father is a full time job with no pay except happiness and the feeling of being contented as you see your child grow from a small seed to a huge tree.

Well since we know what a father is, what is not a father?
Or what is a father not?

A father is not abusive...mentally, spiritually, or physically.
A father is not absent...I had a step-father in the house for years, but I can honestly say he wasn't present while he was around. We hardly talked, and when we did speak to each other, it was an arguement- not a conversation.
A father is not part-time...being a Father is a full time job. You don't appear, then disappear when it's convenient for you. If you 'send money', you don't send what you think you can afford. You send what the baby needs- period. You must be selfless. You no longer have 'me time'. The time is for'us'.
A father is not a workaholic...I promise your child would rather an outing with you rather than a new car, an appearance at their sports games rather than a new game system, compassion and love rather than money and gifts. Realize that's top priority in life, and apply it to yours. They don't just give present, but they also present a role model for their children- themselves. *Watch Click. It'll change your life.*
A father is not a friend...Or at least not only a friend. A father is there to talk to you to better you, not just gossip. Someone you can come to to talk to, but accept advice as well. A father should have authority. A father should be commander. Not extremely passive.
A father is not manipulative...you shouldn't have to force a child to do something, and make ultimatums. You shouldn't have to threaten your children all the time. Their actions should be instilled into them from witness of the way you act, and the way you make them respect you. You can't force someone to respect you, that just creates fear, which leads to hate. Yes, even as a parent, respect needs to be earned.

Alot of readers may say 'Whatever, Lucius. You don't know what you're talking about. You've never been in the position to be a father, so you don't know how hard it is!'

Know what, you may be right!
I don't know how hard it is to be a father, but I know how hard it is to be without one! So I told myself and my mother what I would never, ever put a child through what I've been through. I'd never, ever put my child's mother through what my mother worked through! Ever! Yes, it may be hard, but life isn't all about things being easy as pie. Sometimes, no- alot of the time, you have to work, hustle, struggle...so just because it may be easier to walk away, doesn't mean you should.
Impregnating a lady shouldn't change your core...so if you'd turn your back on a child then, you'd turn your back on alot of things before.

There is a pandemic spreading- Fatherless Families, and it needs to be stopped.
It takes more than sperm to be called a father, or a daddy.
Without the responsibility, you're simply a donor.

I would like to take this time to shout out, and deliver much disrespect to the storks- the boys who just drop babies everywhere and then *poof* disappear.
I despise, and step over you...with all DUE respect.

I’m so sick of hearing my young sisters crying and tripping over their baby daddy drama, because there shouldn't be any. Hell yeah- it’s hard, but do you really expect her to do it alone? Is being alone supposed to make things easier for her? Is this why you leave? Is this why you turn your back on a child- God's gift to you?
Are you not supposed to walk with your children, and not away from them?
These donors not only abandon their responsibilities, but they abandon their child(ren), as well as the co-maker of their kids.
Children are special- your child could only be made once- only by you
Yet, you'll give up on something so special?
Yet, you seem to be completely comfortable with ignoring a miracle?
This was God's gift to you, and you don't want it? Is it not in style for you?
Storks, a child isn't the sweater grandma gave you on Christmas that you smiled about right before stuffing it in the drawer never to be seen again.

This is a child. Pushing your responsibilities in a drawer won't make them disappear.
Why would you depart and leave the door wide open? Aren’t fathers supposed to be protectors, providers? S tork could never be a father, because they leave the family unbalanced, unstable, and vulnerable to anything- due to them leaving the door open, leaving a void for anyone to come around and fill.

How many more of our children will have to cry out?
How many more of our youth will have to be imprisoned due to the lack of discipline- due to the lack of a father figure?
Where are the fathers in this world?
Where have you been?

"Fuck you very much, you showed me the worst kind of pain
But I’m stronger, and trust me- I will never hurt again
Will never ask mommy ‘why daddy don’t love me?’
'Why’s we so poor?', 'Why’s life so ugly?'
'Mommy, why’s your eyes puffy?'
'Please don’t cry, everything will be alright...
I know it’s dark now, but we gon see the light...
It’s us against the world, we don’t need him right?'-- Jay Z (Where have you been?)

Check out how Obama, my president, speaks of fatherhood in this speech he did on Father's Day.

Obama bluntly says
"Any fool can have a child. That doesn't make you a father. It's the courage to raise a child that makes you a father."

When we lay with a woman, we need to make sure that the woman we lay with is one we would love to spend the rest of our life with. It should already be like that, because your body shouldn’t be spread around to Jen, Shari, and Terrifa just for some pleasure. Sex without feeling is violence.
Sperm shouldn’t be spread to just anyone. Would you seriously just let anyone have your child? It's the same as asking if you'd let just anyone have sex with you.
Is there any standard anymore to whom we have sex with, whom we share our internal fluids with? Whom we enter, or allow to enter?
Or is it seriously just about pleasure these days?
Hey, mistakes happen- so be sure that you're willing to live with it if it does.
These storks act like it’s a form of duress when the child’s mother tries to get you to take care of her kid- not even her, just the child YOU helped bring into this world; yet when you were enjoying the sex, fear of commitment or pressure weren’t in your vocabulary then.
The subtle irony.
Why fail a child, due to your frailties? Is it the child’s fault that you didn’t wear a contom? Is it the child’s fault that you were careless for a night, or two? Is it the child's fault that you weren't thinking about your future years during that mere minute of orgasm?
If not, why must the child live with the reapings for the rest of it's life?
Why must it live to think of itself as a mistake?
Why must he wonder why daddy doesn't want him?
Why?

"Better wear a latex, cuz you don't want that late text, that 'I think I'm late' text..." -- Lil Wayne (Lolipop remix)

I’m not trying to chastise all you who try to shirt responsibility. I’m just stating my opinion, and praying that instead of getting mad, you read this and try to make a change. It’s not too late. It’s never too late. I spent 18 years waiting for my pops to come back. Waiting for him to at least call me, at least send a letter.
At least pick up the phone and give me one conversation...
18 years.
But all I got from him was his name.

Don’t look at this as a rampant ranting, but look at it as a scolding, a schooling. This issue is too nasty to be approached nicely, so I keep it funky.
Be a man. Take responsibility.

Walk with your sons and daughters, not away from them.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Something...

2008-06-15T19:18:00.001-07:00

As I opened my eyes this morning, I realized that things could be very different.
I could be in the hospital- if I were lucky, or maybe even in the funeral home.
Maybe the morgue…
I could have been anywhere except the soft bed that I was currently resting in. I took a deep breath as I got up to turn the alarm clock off.
Inevitably, I started to think about what happened the day before...
again.

I was trying to race back home to get changed into the new clothes I’d just bought, yet I seemed to hit every red light along the way.
It was like a tease- green, and then as soon as I get close- yet too far to speed up it’d turn yellow, then of course red.
I’d be speeding, then stop.
Speeding, then stop.
No momentum, no stamina, and I was getting tired of it.
I blew out hot air as the red lights continued, all the way to my house, and I wondered if the weekend could get any worse.
I’d already lost 140 dollars for nothing, went to a club all the way in bubble**** and didn't have a good time, then had a hard time shopping today. (Hard Knock Life, huh? lol...jk)
Also, I was already later than I should be, yet earlier than expected…so I was in an okay place. At least I had hope.
I finally got home after following the slowest driver in Alpharetta, Georgia.
I showered earlier in the day, so all I had to do was figure out what to wear- Ed Hardy shirt and True Religion Jeans- light blue, or dark blue, or American Eagle Jeans? Black square toes- leather or patent leather, Pumas (eugh!), pale Timberlands, or Polo Skippies…
I was getting frustrated, because I didn’t know WHAT to wear to the concert. I wanted to look good, you know?
Finally, I just slipped on what looked best, and hit the road. I refused to be late, because I told myself that I’d be at this concert when the lights shut of declaring the start of the show. I’d never been to a concert on time, and I hated missing good acts; or any acts at all.
I jumped into my car- the Black Pearl, ejected the Carter 3, and put in a Fabolous mixtape.
As I reversed out of my driveway, I heard the thunder...
The sky was threatening to release it's bowels on me all day long, and I hoped that it just kept threatening. I hated driving in the rain, especially when I needed new tires and windshield wipers- ASAP.
I headed to the highway, and the rain started to pour. My windows were rolled down, because I loved to ride with my hand out the window feeling the breeze enter, swirl around, then exit my vehicle.
It made me feel like I was flying.
It made me feel free.
I rolled up the window to keep the rain out.
I could see without the windshield wipers, and I felt that turning them on would do nothing but make my vision worse, so I kept them off
- until I got off my exit.
That’s when the rain started to pour harder to the point I couldn’t see anything.
It made things a little better, but there certainly wasn’t a drastic change. It was still a struggle to get a clear view of the road.
Angie, a good friend of mine, called me to see if I was at work so she could come see me. I visited her and her son (my 'nephew') the night before, and I was anticipating getting as close as we were in the past. Our relationship wasn’t as strong after she left the school.
I told her I wasn’t at work, and that I’d call her back later because I was headed to my best friend’s apartment on the highway in the rain and I couldn’t see ANYTHING.
I wondered why it would start to rain as soon as I started to drive.
I wondered if the weekend could get any worse.
She asked me why the hell I was still on the phone when I was driving in the rain, and I laughed. She told me to enjoy my night and drive safe.
“Of course,” was my answer.
I hung up the phone and turned the music up.
“You know I come from the bottom, but I stay on the top
You might need a ladder, shorty- cuz I’m way on the top
That’s right, I’m rich and I’m young like it say on my top
And you could ask my bottom chick- bet she say I’m on top…”
I became my favorite rapper as I passed exit 9, heading to Atlantic Station. I was excited. I was finally on my way to the concert after such a crazy weekend- headed to see T.I, The Dream, and Shawty Lo.
All the other performances were so whatever to me.
I'd been waiting for this for weeks.
I changed lanes until I got to the fast lane- the lane all the way to the left of the highway.
I drove the speed limit because I didn’t want to crash into another car by not being able to slam on my brakes if I needed to. The rain was pouring so hard I couldn’t see anything but the car in front of me. I followed, but not too closely. I was going 60…65…63...not too fast in my book.
All of a sudden the car jerked to the right
- then went right back to where it was.
I turned my radio down and gripped the wheel tighter.
A couple miles down, the car did the same thing.
I fell back, slowed down even more to 50…55…I was used to hydroplaning a little bit when it rained, so it wasn’t too terrifying. You lose a second of control, and you get it right back. Whatever, right?
I continued to drive, nodding my head to the beat, smiling an arrogant smile at Fab’s cocky lyrics.
What happened next…changed my life.
I’m getting chills as I write this.
I was still following the car in front of me at about 55 when the car jerked again- but this time it didn’t jerk and shoot right back to where it was.
The car seemed to be pushed fron the left, and pulled to the right. It kept going as if somebody turned my wheel all the way to the right as if they were trying to make a sharp turn.
The only problem with that was- I wasn't trying to make a sharp turn.
The steering wheel was actually straight.
The car started to spin…
…and spin…
...on the highway.
I stomped on the brakes hoping the car would stop, but they wouldn't even press down. The car refused to do what I wanted it to do, didn't obey what I tried to make it do...
It refused to stop.
I couldn’t even scream as my life slowed down, yet sped up as the Black Pearl spun on the highway-all the way from the left to the right side of the highway.
I spun around completely- twice or three times as cars whizzed by and seemed to maneuver around me.
I knew an oncoming car would hit me. I knew it.
I knew I would die. I knew it. And I accepted it, feeling that when it’s your time to go…it is.
I knew I’d get a couple bruises, maybe scars, maybe even a concussion- if I even survived.
I knew the car would flip a couple times.
I knew it.
But it didn’t.
As I spun like a top and neared the ditch on the other side of the highway, I braced myself for anything that was about to happen. I grabbed what I could and held on for dear life.
The car continued to spin…
Then it went airborne…and finally came to a rest in a ditch right beside a small canal.
The car stopped shaking, but I didn’t.
I couldn’t say anything, think anything…
I just shook.
Shock overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing but sit there and shake.
Suddenly, a million thoughts flooded my mind at once.
What just happened?
Am I okay?
Is the car going to blow up?
Why are people still driving?
Is my car damaged?
Can I get out?
I didn't want to get out...I was scared to get out.
Should I try to move the car?
Will turning the ignition spark a flame and make the car explode?
I sat there for about five minutes, and shook.
I felt the need to cry, but I couldn't. Like the car, my body refused to do what I wanted it to do, or what it was supposed to do.
I called a very close friend of mine, because she was one of the last people I talked to, and the first person I thought to call- yet I couldn't get a word out as I heard her calling out "hello...hello..."
Finally I got out a "hey..."
She asked what was wrong. She knew me, so I knew she could hear it in my voice.
I told her what happened, and she told me that she'd love to be there for emotional support, but I should call someone who can actually be of assistance.
She was hours away from me...
I hung up the phone and thought to call my mother, but I didn't have her number stored in my new phone- and I left the old phone at home.
I had no idea what to do...
I called my best friend and woke him from his nap.
He thought I was joking at first until I broke it down for him and told him exactly what happened...then he was on his way
-as a best friend or brother should, no questions asked.
As if summoned by God, no- summoned by God, my mother called.
I missed the call and called her back, but she didn't pick up.
I tried again.
"Hello?" She answered.
"H- hey, mom..." I responded. I had no idea what to say.
"I figured you'd be on the way to the concert by now!" She sounded happy on the other line, pleased that she was able to get the tickets for me and put another smile on my face. My mother lived for her children. I love her to death.
I ignored her excitement.
"Mom, I have bad news..." I told her about what happened, and she was on her way.
I decided to see if there was any damage to the car itself because thanks to God's grace, I didn't have a scratch.
As I got out of the car, I realized that I missed a huge pole and a wall only by a few yards, and I stopped short just a few yards before some trees, and unstable earth.
Meaning that if I would have started spinning a second before, I would have hit the wall, or the pole- if not any cars. The pole wouldn’t be going anywhere- definitely. But I would…
Or, if I just had a little bit more speed and momentum I would've flew off of the shoulder and probably flipped…right into the Marta station that was behind me.
My vehicle stopped in the middle of death…and death.
Right in the middle of danger...and terror.
There was no longer a strong storm's rain- there was a light drizzle.
I wondered why the rain would stop right after my accident.
You can’t question God…

The tow truck came quicker than expected, and the police actually never showed up even though they were called.
Three times.
Goes to show you how awesome they are, how dependable.
When he took a look at the car's position, he asked "How'd you manage to do that?"
The same thing my best friend asked.
I told him I didn't know, that's just what happened; how things ended up.
He paused and shook his head. He explained how the car would usually flip or something, but in this instance there was nothing. Alot of underbody damage, but none on top...none to me.
"You're lucky." He said. "You're blessed."
I honestly don't believe in luck...I think God blesses people. Which is why I wish people peace and blessings, not good luck.

My mother said that when he dropped the car off at the house, he had a solemn look on his face the whole time. As he walked back to his tow truck, he looked at my mother and said "That boy was blesssed."
I believe so too.

As my mother and the family drove home from church today, I noticed her slow driving- below the speed limit. I would usually get mad and complain, but I realized that there are much more things to be worried about in life other than my mother driving five miles below the limit. I should be happy to be alive, and rejoicing over every breath I'm allowed to take-whether it be while talking to a friend, or driving slow with my mother. Be happy and rejoice everytime you step out of bed.
Every time you look into the mirror.
Every time you count your ten fingers.
Every time you walk.
Every time you breath.
Every time you get dressed.
You're blessed, I'm blessed- we're all blessed in our own ways...
Count your blessings...don't let them pass you by.
This accident was a real eye opener...things could have went very differently- but God knew it wasn't time...not yet.

Today I realized SOMETHING:
I was put on this earth for something- to be something, to do something, to fulfill something...It’s only for something I’m here. So I’ll do anything, no I mean- I’ll do everything to prevent nothing to keep me from something.

My people, if you haven’t heard from me, please don’t take it personally….I haven’t called anyone- not even my family. If people know, it’s from word of mouth, or they were randomly picked to be told…somehow. I’m shaken, I’m thinking, I’m evaluating, I’m praising…because
"I could have been dead sleeping in my grave
But God blessed me to see another day…
Even when I did wrong, he was still there…
I’m so glad that god still hears a sinner prayer..."

Please don't think I wrote this to try to milk all the attention I can get, or to make people feel sorry for me. No. I actually didn't think it was that big of a deal until it all started to sink in, and others explained it to me. I wrote this because I wanted to open your eyes. You never know what could happen, or what can happen. You never know.
I should have died yesterday...I didn't.
Why?
Miracles can't be explained, because you can't question God.
Take your blessings without question.

The skid marks

The spin marks

My car's conclusion

If I would have just went a few feet backward......

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Obama 08...lol

The front left tire...Don't know when that happened

The hub...

Peace & Blessings

Greg Street Presents "Good Day"

2008-06-13T08:35:00.001-07:00

I'm proud of Greg, and the Nappy Roots...
they're doing something positive without being too corny of cheesy...
I hope to see more things like this...something positive.
Do we have to hear negativity ALL the time?
Can't we just have a good day?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Bow Wow interviews 'The Hater'

2008-06-11T08:52:00.000-07:00

Lmao...I've never really liked Bow, but this is funny...lol.
I feel him, though...
Why hate? Focus on YOU! Do YOU!
hahahaha...

Peace & Blessings
Lu

I'm coming...for YOU!

2008-06-10T23:17:00.001-07:00

I recieved this text message today from a good friend of mine, I call her my lil sis- currently married to my lil bro (ugh! incest!)- no blood relation.
"Uh, sorry to bother you again but I need you to write another note or something on your blog cause I need something to read...seriously..."
Lol.
That got a huge smile on my face...
What is my motto?
I do it for US.
Without you I wouldn't do it, because I couldn't do it.
Anyway, my faithful readers- I have drafts ready to be posted. You know me, I don't SHOW any of my work until it's completed- including excerpts.
I want to thank you for your patience- I've been so busy doing nothing but getting life together, and thank you even more for checking me out.
I shall be getting up earlier than usual so I can share some of my heart with you all tomorrow before I go to work
:-)
I love and appreciate you all.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

The taste of words...so sweet

2008-06-10T22:40:00.000-07:00

I was talking to a friend of mine not too long ago, and she was telling me about how she felt about someone she'd been persuing for some time...
The following words are straight from her heart...delivered to me...and then exposed to you.

This is LOVE, my people

"He is officially my heart beacuse it hurts like hell when he's not around, yet beats so hard when he is..."

I had to save it...the words gave me chills.

She also made the very true statement as follows...

"Your heart talks shit while your mind makes sense...but when your heart starts playing mind games, what tools do you use to get away?"

I wish I had the answer to that question...it may have saved me alot of...everything. lol.

There was a time when a close female friend of mine didn't know what to do after multiple disappointments with guys...and I asked her not to change.
Begged her not to change.
This was her response:

"I won't. It's hard not to sometimes, but I gotta stay true to myself..."

Words have such a powerful impact...which is why I adore them...You can make words say ANYTHING you want- there's nothing that can express how you feel inside more than words..

well, actions- of course, but think beyond that!

I'll never forget the text I recieved from a woman I was getting to know a while ago...
I asked her what she liked about me, and this was her response

"You're kinda dangerous, and scarily almost just right..."

It flattered me without gassing my head up...too much. lol

Too bad that turned out to be a disaster, but more on that ANOTHER day.

Peace & Blessings

Words cannot express the awesome...

2008-06-10T10:29:00.001-07:00

...So I won't try

Today, JUNE 10th is the release date.

Do youself a favor and go BUY the album.

Support good music...because this IS.

Peace & Blessings

CBox VBlog {Question # 1}

2008-06-10T10:23:00.000-07:00

This is my first CBox VBlog entry- thanks to Mercie!

I thank Mercie again for throwing me my first question and getting the ball rolling!
I hope you got the answer you wanted!
Remember, post your questions in the CBox thing on the right side of my blog...
Thanks, guys!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Genitalia

2008-06-08T11:40:00.001-07:00

Well...what can I say other than wow?
Wow...
What kinda fuckery???
I must push him down when I see him...lol

Peace & Blesings
Lu

We Are The Ones- William

2008-06-07T11:27:00.000-07:00

Will.i.am says the following beside the video...

"people say Obama's words are just words...
but...
when was the last time "words" weren't important...???...

when was the last time a great leader didn't use words to lead...??...
when was the last time a person didn't use words to describe how they felt...?...
when was the last time "words" weren't empowering...?...

and we can all recall the last time "words" were used to divide us and install fear...

Bush used words to fear us into voting for him the second time around...
terror this...
terror that...
nuclear here...
weapons of mass destruction there...

and those words effected a lot of people's choices...

"enough is enough"...
let's rebuild...

let's change ourselves...
let's allow positivity to guide us...

let's take action....
let's activate our passion...
we are Americans....

and this is the first time in forever that someone running for president represents "US"...

some say this is all excitement...
I call it "proud to be an American"...

some say this whole Obama movement is "cult like"...
well...
if it comes across cult like...
then...
the cult is called America...

the Obama movement is connecting America.
and it has made "US" realize our importance...
the youth is excited and activated...
adults are passionate and motivated...
the elderly are proud to know the country they built is in safe hands...

we are one...

for too long politics has been corrupt...
separate from the American people...
with agendas that go against what the American people "need"...
education...
health...
safety...
jobs
etc...

politicians have spoken a different language...
making it so the youth and poor people feel as if voting was only for the wealthy and old people...
making "US" feel as if "we" had no voice...
making "US" feel powerless...
making it feel like if "we" did vote it wouldn't change anything...

but wait...
that did happen...
some of us voted, and it didn't change anything...

we were in the dark...
we had no voice...
we were powerless...

because America was not a united America...
and "they" spoke a different language...
and they had an agenda different from our well being...

correct me if I'm wrong... or speak up if I'm missing something...

we want education, health, safety, and good jobs...right???...
oh yeah...
and "a healthy planet to live on"...

but here we are...

in a war... poor education... poor health programs... the dollar is down... the planet, polluted...
the rich, richer... and the poor, struggling...
with sky high gas prices to top it all off...

and now even the rich aren't really rich internationally because our dollar is has fallen so far down...

in our slumber... a very small few got really rich...

because when you're sleeping...

"it's hard to change agendas"...

we know what happened in 2000 and 2004...
but in 2008...
it's different...

we are awake...
and there is a movement...

and "it's hard to change a movement"...

last time "we" didn't have a movement...
America wasn't united...

and now "United and "Standing"...for something...
we know the power of "US"...
and we have a person who represents the "U.S."...

"US"...

"we are the ones we've been waiting for"...

I'm proud to be an American..."

Amen.
We are what we've been waiting for
Vote for CHANGE

Peace & Blessings
GQ

TB4B continues...Shawty Lo is asked to stop the beef...

2008-06-05T16:11:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I think this is starting to get childish...
This was a good chance for Shawty Lo to stand up and be the bigger man and make T.I. look like an idiot...
But he denies.
He IS from the hood...the place of the knuckleheads...
If I were him, I'd do the same

Another interview...

Kneel and tell the truth? hummmmm...lol
Once again, I can't wait until Birthday Bash!!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

P.S. I have NOT fallen off...i'll be returning with my life asap...
also remember, hit the Cbox on the right- or my email! any question will get an answer...
any ;-)

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 3 (( rough rough draft))

2008-06-02T19:39:00.000-07:00

I opened my apartment door nervously. This was my first time having Steven in my room, and I didn’t know how he would react. I wasn’t the neatest girl around- though I tried to be. My roommate seemed to be the sloppy one- as always, leaving dirty dishes along with her clothes everywhere, as well as residue from the smoking sessions her and her friends had when they came over.
I let out a sigh of relief when I realized that the apartment was decent, and there was no sign of Ericka. She was probably out doing the usual- getting drunk, high, or laid.
I locked the door as I saw Steven glancing around the apartment.
“I like this little pad you have here.” He smiled at me. “This little bachelorette pad.”
“I wish.” I smiled back. “It’s more than me in here. I live with a girl named Ericka.”
He noticed me rolling my eyes after speaking her name, and he asked why.
“I’ll explain later. I want to remain happy tonight.”
He made his way to the living room and sat down on the couch as I made my way into the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked him as I opened the refrigerator and freezer. My bottle of Bacardi Coconut Rum was staring back at me. Yum Yum…
“Sure, I’ll have some water please.” He replied.
I rolled my eyes. What a good boy, I thought. I’m going to have to bring the bad man out of him. I know it’s in there somewhere…
“I don’t have any water!” I lied. When I wasn’t drinking alcohol, I was drinking water. It kept my skin clear. “Plus, it’s a Friday! Let me play bartender for you tonight!”
There was a slight pause.
“I don’t really drink like that, babes.” I heard him call from the living room.
“What? You don’t drink? Why not?”
“I just never found anything fun or attractive about drinking something that tastes terrible just to get drunk and throw up your dinner. It’s obviously not good for you, which is the reason your body makes you spit it back out.”
“Oh my God, Steven!” I exclaimed. “Lighten up! I didn’t ask you to take shots with me! I asked you to have a drink! I make a delicious rum and coke!”
Another pause.
“Okay, Misses Peer Pressure.” He gave in. “Make one for us- to share!”
“Coming right up, sexy!” I exclaimed. I was happy…oh so happy…I was going to get a little something in his system, and maybe his wall would come right down, and I would get to see the real him, or maybe another side of him. I just couldn’t believe how perfect he seemed to be.
There was no such thing as a perfect man.
I grabbed the rum and poured a good amount into a cup with ice. I then poured some vanilla Coke inside the cup and used another cup to mix it. I poured it from cup to cup to cup until I felt the rum was evenly mixed into the soda. I tasted it.
Delicious…it ran down my throat smoothly, and I felt the slight burn in my stomach. The liquor could not be tasted.
Now it was time to see how he would handle it.
Steven looked away from the television for a split second and caught me smiling ear to ear as I entered the living room.
“Hold on!” He started to smile too, as he raised a finger. “I’m not drinking that! I caught you with that evil grin on your face! You may have put a little something extra in that cup! Uh huh…you’re trying to take advantage of me! Don’t make me call date rape!”
I laughed as I plopped on the couch beside him. I handed him the drink, and he peered inside as if it was poison.
“Where’s yours?” He asked.
“I thought we were sharing?”
“Oh yeah!” He laughed.
“I’ll make mine after you start drinking.”
He looked at me.
“My friends know where I am, girl.” He smirked, then sniffed the drink. “They’ll come looking for me.”
“Boy, ain’t nobody trying to do anything to you!” I sat next to him. “I could get what I wanted from you without you being drunk! Now drink it!”
“Alright, alright- calm down, feisty lady. It will be okay. Shortly you will get me drunk, and you’ll be able to rape me without a fight. You just have to have patience! I know I’m too sexy for you to wait, but…”
I laughed and shoved him playfully.
“Stop playing and drink it!” I was getting impatient. “I want to see how good my bar tending skills are!”
He made an ugly face, and slowly took a sip. A small sip.
His face loosened.
He took another sip of the drink.
His eyes got squinted as he smiled. I loved his slanted eyes.
“This is really good!” He said. “Is there even any liquor in this?”
“Yeah,” I smiled at the compliment. “A little.”
“See, these are the types of drinks I like.” He sat back on the couch. “If I ever drink, I like mixed drinks that are smooth and sweet…not the poison you people be drinking. My friends make fun of me, but whatever. My dinner stays in my stomach at the end of the night and my taste buds love me.”
He was so different.
Ever since I entered college, every guy I met drank. Come to think about it, they were probably drunk when I met them. Drinking was the thing to do in this small college town. It seemed to be the only was to enjoy yourself. Sad, but true.
Yet Steven didn’t drink. This was just another good thing about him that separated him from the rest.
Things were looking too good to be true, but I refused to believe them.
This always happened. It’s a vicious cycle. Women wore make-up to look prettier by covering up the blemishes and enhancing our natural beauty. Men wore make-up that made them look more like Mr. Right- to you. Things are so smooth at first, as smooth as the make up we apply, and then all of a sudden- like the foundation women wore- their make-up started to fade until it was gone forever. By that time, we’re usually too caught up in love with who they used to be to realize who they have become. Then if we do peep the change, we always hoped that some day they would return to the way they were. We love them and do everything in our power hoping that they’ll realize that they should be back who they used to be, but we fail to realize that the person they used to be wasn’t them. It was someone they made up. So they could never go back and become that permanently- it was a temporary thing, like make-up. Once they know they have our hearts, the acting stops. Then as soon as they finally lose you, they apply the make-up back on.
I wish men would stop using this make-up and just get plastic surgery.
Dealing with this was a lose-lose situation, so you just have to make sure you never give them what they’re acting to receive. The longer they act, the happier you seem to be.
I turned on the radio as I went to the kitchen to make my drink. A loud rock station started to blast, and I told Steven to change it. I put my stereo system in the living room, and it really got on my nerves when people touched my things without asking. I would have to have a word with Ericka. She was pushing it…
“Why change it?” Steven shouted from the living room. “I love this song!”
“Wow. Do you really listen to that crap?” I asked as I mixed my drink. I made sure mine would be a little stronger than his.
“Yes!” he shouted. “I love a lot of different kinds of music, ye of the close minded tribe! Open up a little!”
I heard him singing some song about a pretender, and surrender…
It actually had a nice tune, but I just hated the screaming. You couldn’t make out a word being said!
I returned to the living room and saw that his cup was empty. I was surprised.
He was about to be loony tunes.
“Wow, were you thirsty?” I inquired.
“Wow, was I.” He responded as he sang his rock song and played his imaginary guitar. What a goofball.
Yes he looked so cute.
I placed my cup on the coffee table and went to change the station.
“Party pooper!” He yelled as he jumped up and came towards me. “What a kill joy!”
He was going to try to turn the station back, but I seemed to stop him in his tracks when Please Don’t Go by Tyrese was playing on my favorite R&B station.
He started to sing and move his body as if he was the one on the radio.
I admired his moves as he sang.
“Please Don’t gooo…Please don’t goooo…”
He could hold a tune.
Sexy. I should make him serenade me.
He all of a sudden stopped talking and looked as if he was in deep thought.
“You know, I always wondered…” He began as he made his way back to the couch slowly, staggering slightly. “Why is it that men always have these songs about begging a woman to stay, and to forgive them? Women do the same thing that men do, if not worse- yet I haven’t heard one song by a woman asking for forgiveness.”
I sat down next to him, grabbed my drink off the coffee table, and started to sip on it. It burned. Just like I liked it.
“You think women do worse? Please. Men are the most trifling things on the planet!”
“Things?” He gave me this look as if he was shocked. “Things? We can’t even be creatures? Animals? We’re just simplified to things?”
I thought for a second. “Okay, dogs! Dogs describe you well. You eat, sleep, and try to hump anything that moves.”
“So I guess it’s fair for me to call all women dogs at well, huh? Because all the ones I’ve come across are quick to roll over and open their legs for any dog.”
I could see a change in him. The liquor was lowering that wall, violently spraying off the make-up- the true him was coming out. I sat back, and examined. I was ready to see him.
“So I guess you’re basically calling all women bitches then, huh?” I couldn’t help but get defensive. “A female dog is a bitch, correct?”
“No, miss.” He looked me in the eyes. “I would never stoop to that level. Bitch and hoe is not in my vocabulary. I respect women. I just don’t respect the ones that hurt the good brothers, and flock to the bad ones. It makes no sense. I swear I’ll never get the female species!”
“Sounds like a personal problem.” I said, surprised at his response. He doesn’t say bitch or hoe? The men around here will call you both to your face, before and after they try to get your number. Especially after you deny them…
“Why don’t you say those words?” I was curious. “Don’t you believe that there are bitches and hoes around?”
“No, ma'am.” He responded. “I believe there are a lot of women who make mistakes in their life, as well as a lot of women who just aren’t for me. Who am I to call them a female dog, and a garden tool? That’s really not my place.”
“Wow. You’re a good actor.” I blurted out, due none other than to the liquor. I regretted it right after it slipped.
“Actor? What do you mean?” He looked upset. Probably the liquor seeping out onto his actions as well. He drank that drink way too fast. Obviously not an experienced drinker- especially if he didn’t like to get drunk.
“I mean I didn’t mean that, Steven.” I tried to retract my statement, but it was already out there. The stench had already been concocted in my brain, seeped out of my mouth and permeating the room, and like a smell we just had to wait it out. Or leave to escape.
“I think you meant it, ma.” He said. His whole attitude seemed to change. “You said it, so I think you meant it. Drunken words are sober thoughts.”
“I’m not drunk.” I lied.
Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. I was getting there, but I wasn’t drunk. Yet. I had a few more sips to go.
“So you think women are the only ones who get hurt?” He ignored me. “You think all men are out to just hurt women? Just to see how many we can lay down, and leave? It’s a big game to us?”
“Yeah, basically.” I didn’t really mean that, I just haven’t found that one to change my mind. I felt myself getting defensive, and when I got defensive, I got nonchalant. I threw my cares out the window because I didn’t want to set myself up for pain....
“Wow.” He continued to stare into my eyes. “Well I have news for you. I’ve gotten my heart broken to pieces. The smallest pieces, by my ex- girlfriend. I haven’t even gotten all the pieces back together, and it’s been over a year.”
I stared back at him until I was forced to look away. I saw the pain in his eyes, and I didn’t like it. He was serious.
“Do you know what happened to me?” I saw him looking my way out the corner of my eye. “Do you know what I think about every single day?”
“What happened?” I looked at him.
“I had a girlfriend my freshman year. Met her about a month into school, and we seemed to just click. We had so much in common. I loved everything about her, from her smile to her frown. When she looked her best, to when she looked her worst. I fell fast. I adored her. I treated her like my queen, because I felt she didn't deserve anything less. More, if anything!
So, we were together for about a year, and then summer time came. She had to go to summer school, I chose to work at home. Our school was located about two hours away, and I was never good with long distance relationships, but I figured this time things would be different. This time I was in love. So we decided to not let something as simple as distance take away what we had, and we continued the relationship. Things were so amazing up until the point she left. Then things started to go downhill. Fast.
She met new friends and started hanging out with them more, she found a job down there, and then she had classes. So she had to balance her social life, her job, and her school work and somehow fit me inside there.
That was fine with me, I was so understanding. Sometimes I would hardly hear from her all day, and then maybe get a ten minute conversation in with her at night. That was cool I could deal with that. But then I started to feel like she wasn't putting in an effort. She wasn't calling as much, she wasn't texting, I would tell her I loved her and get no response, I couldn't even get ten minutes at the end of the night! There was a time where I didn't hear from her for 24 hours...in a row. She would just apologize and say she was busy. This is when the arguing began.
One day I drove to the school to surprise her with her favorite chocolate and flowers, along with a day with me. I thought it would make her happy, and possibly save our relationship. I cared about our relationship, and didn't want to let her go. At least not without a fight.
I call her the day I was coming, and she doesn't pick up. I text her, and she doesn't respond. I figured she was probably busy or something, and I thought nothing of it. I felt it would make things better, the surprise would be even stronger due to us not speaking.
So I go to her apartment, nervous about what her reaction may be due to the way she was acting lately, and I knock on her door. After a couple minutes, a guy opens the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I nearly drop the flowers and the chocolate to the floor.
He asks me what I wanted, and I look at the apartment number to make sure I'm at the right place.
As I pull out my phone to call her and ask if she moved, she appears to the side of the muscular man in a towel with a surprised look on her face.
You think she was surprised? How do you think I felt?
I can't even get any words out, and she starts to ask what I was doing there. Not a hey, nice to see you, or even a hey, let me explain- just a questionnaire about how I got there, and why I was there! I had no words for her, so I just handed her the chocolates and flowers and left.
As I drove home, two hours may I add, I tried to come up with any excuse that she could use- except for the obvious. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I refused to believe what I saw with my own eyes, and I was down to believe they deceived me if she would just feed me anything- any lie would do. I was down for her lying to me, me believing it, and then we getting past it and working things out. That's all I wanted. Her. Us. That's all I wanted."
He seemed as if he were about to cry, but I saw no tears forming.
"I couldn't understand her logic." He continued. "I had given her everything! What more could she ask for? More attention? I was giving her more attention than I've even given anyone in my life! I cut off my friends for her, family...I just didn't get it. Do you know what she did? She sent me a text. A fucking text. And that's not it. Do you know what it said? The stupid text said Why don't you call next time and not just show up at people's places uninvited. Learn some respect. I don't think we're working out. It's over. That's what it said. Verbatim. I couldn't help but learn it by heart because I read it over and over hoping that somehow, some way the text would magically change, or I'd see a jk at the end. Something. Anything that will tell me that we weren't over. Anything."
He stopped and took a breath. He was talking so fast, trying to get everything out that he wasn't even breathing. It was like he was throwing up, throwing up his past. His vile, ugly, painful past.
“And then it didn’t end there. One day when the school year actually started, I saw them together. Yes, I’d seen them together before- hugged up, kissing, holding hands- doing what we used to do until she just didn’t want to do that anymore. But this time was different. I was walking to my car in the main parking lot, and I saw him screaming in her face. Just yelling and screaming, loose spit getting in her face. She was just sitting there. Taking it. Letting him yell and scream in her face, curse in her face. I tried to keep walking to my car, because it wasn’t my business. She wasn’t my issue anymore- due to her. I tried to ignore it. But I lost it when I saw him yank open the door to his car and try to shove her in. That’s when she started to fight back. She refused to get into the car, and he was trying to use force to get her in. She started to scream and fight. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked up…” His voice trailed off as if it hurt talking about an issue as such.
The pain in his voice was evident. The darkness of his past was coming to the light, even though he was trying his hardest to keep it covered. It wasn’t working too well.
He was opening up.
So far, not a bad thing.
“What happened when you went up to them?” I asked. I was tuned into him as if he were a book, and I had reached the climax and couldn’t put it down…
I don’t think I could put him down.
“Well,” He sighed as he began. “I hate talking about this, so feel special. I don’t talk to people about this…this part of my life. I spend every day trying to forget it, yet every day it resurfaces in my brain- as if my thoughts are stained. It’s crazy.”
I loved the way he spoke as if he were a writer. It was like he painted pictures with his words. His words held the wait of an anchor, the power to hold you, yet the reasoning behind his words seemed to only be holding him down.
I was beginning to like him more than I did before. I didn’t like this.
“I walked up,” He continued; I tuned in. “And I’ll never forget the look on her face. Her expression was painted with embarrassment, confusion, gratefulness, and regret all together. The looked happy to see me, yet disappointed at the same time. Her man looked into her eyes and saw that there was someone there, so he turned around and saw it was me. I’ll never forget that smirk. His face held that ‘what the hell do you think you’re going to do?’ look. I wanted to talk to him about it, but I couldn’t control myself. He was hurting a woman I loved- just because he felt he took. So I took matters into my own hands.”
He paused again.
“I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I just grabbed him by his shirt, pushed him away from her, and slammed him on the hood of his car. He seemed stunned. I then looked him into his eyes and told him that I better not ever see him putting his hands on another woman, especially my woman. I felt like it wasn’t even me speaking to him. It was the fury.”
I was turned on by the fact that he could stand up for himself, but even more- somebody he cared for.
“He tried to struggle out of my grip, but I had a firm hold on him. Something I leaved from my step-father. If he moved, it would hurt him, so he just relaxed and agreed to stop. I made sure he meant what he was saying, and let him go.
I looked back at my ex as I walked to me car, and she had this look on her face that gave me chills. She was looking at me the same way she looked at me the first time she saw me. She looked as if she wanted me, as if I was meant for her. And for a split second, I wanted to play a movie roll and scoop her into my arms and bring her to my car and drive her away from that maniac.
Then I remembered that life wasn’t a movie…no matter how hard we try to change the scripts we’re given.”
I let that sink in before I responded. He was so true. We tend to only see what we want to see, only the good- especially when we’re in a relationship- instead of seeing what’s real. There was nothing Hollywood about life but the movies we saw. Happy endings were only present at the end of good sex, and that was also the beginning of troubles. I remembered when I used to think my life was such a fairy tale, or some sort of dream. Boy, was I woken up.
“Did you guys ever talk after that?” I asked him. “Did you ever try to get things back to how they were?”
“She tried. She sent me messages, called, wrote me, texted me, did what seemed like everything she could do to get me back. Telling me how much she loved me, saying how much of a mistake she made for leaving me, and how she wanted me back and she could show me how good she could treat me. She offered me dinner, clothes, sex, you name it. She tried hard. But I refused.”
“Were you with somebody else?”
“No, I couldn’t be with somebody else. I wasn’t myself, so why would I try to be with another girl. I couldn’t even be with the one I wanted to be with!”
“So you just rejected her?”
“Yep. I couldn’t go back to that. For what? To set myself up for the okey doke- once again? I couldn’t take that pain again. Ever. And pretty soon, she was back with the guy she was trying to leave for me. That’s when I just laughed at her, and laughed at any female who would do the same. She was a joke. A Comedian.”
“A hoe.” I added. “A bitch.”
“No, a mistake.” He corrected me. “A learning experience.”
I stared at him as he just looked down at his hands. He seemed so lost in the pain, so deep that nothing could pull him out.
I wanted to try and pull him out.
But what if me trying to pull him out cased me to get pulled in?
Was I willing to take that chance?
“Wow, I’m so sorry for ranting and venting to you.” He apologized. “You said you wanted to remain happy…I’m taking away your happiness. I’m so sorry.”

To be continued...

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 2

2008-06-02T19:29:00.000-07:00

I let those words rest on my chest as we continued to talk, eat, and drink.
Blinded by love? Could it be true? Does love blind you? It made sense, but I didn’t want to believe it.
She told me about this guy, her fiancée, and the love they shared that made me so jealous. It sounded a lot like how Sean and I began- the complete opposite of how we were now.
There was a lot I didn’t tell Alicia; things that I doubted I would ever tell her because I knew how she was. I kept to myself how he used to slap me occasionally if I ever made him mad. Not for little things, but big things like not calling him back, or raising my voice to him. These were things that I knew better than to do, but I slipped up sometimes. He always held me and told me he loved me after, and I believed him. He wouldn’t hit me if I didn’t make him angry.
I didn’t tell her about how I let him drive my car, and he crashed it into a mailbox. I knew my parents would flip if they ever found out I let anybody drive my car, especially him, so I took the blame and got into so much trouble. I had to pay for the damages and live without a car for months! All because I loved him.
If Alicia ever found out any of this, it would be hunting season. I really didn’t want her getting that involved.
We wrapped it up- the food and the conversation, and hugged. I knew it would be about a month before I saw her again.
“Think about what I said.” Alicia said to me as we walked out to our cars.
“I will, doll.” I was already thinking about it, so she had no reason to fear. These thoughts weren’t going anywhere. They would dwell in my mind until I came up with a conclusion on what to do with the relationship. “Thanks.”
She hopped in her pink beetle and sped off, forcing people walking to Pj’s to stop. She honked her horn and was gone with the wind. She was so funny.
The thoughts followed me to my car.
I had to see him; I had to talk to him.
Something needed to be done- I couldn’t take this pain any longer.
I sat in my car and called him. It rang, and rang.
No answer.
I sat back, started to softly hit my phone against the steering wheel. What was he doing? I haven’t heard from him in three days! He would send little texts asking what I was doing, small talk, then disappear all over again. Was he avoiding me? I called again. It rang, and rang.
No answer.
Forget it. I realized I had no more pride. He took it all away. I gave him all of me, so when he was gone, I felt like I was nothing. Why was he doing this? I couldn’t take it anymore.
I called again.
It rang, and rang, and
-answer!
“Hello?” His voice sent chills through my body. My mouth was open, but nothing could come out. Love? Or blindness?
Of course. I wasn’t blind. I loved him.
And he loved me.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have picked up the phone, right?
“Hello?” he repeated.
“Hi, baby.”
“Wassup, Sasha.”
“Nothing,” I paused. How was I going to tell him? What would I say? “I want to see you. We have to talk.”
“About?” he seemed annoyed already. There was an echo in his voice like he was in a bathroom.
“Some things, Sean.” I was now getting annoyed. “Is it a problem that I want to see you?”
“No, no no, Sasha. I want to see you too. I’m out with some friends right now, so after that, I’ll stop by.”
I paused. Something wasn’t right.
“Are you with a girl?” I asked. He was driving me crazy!
“What?” I could tell Sean was pissed by the sound of his voice. I braced myself. “What do you mean am I with a girl? You think I’m cheating? You know what, I don’t have time for this. You’re not going to ruin my night, Sasha. I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up the phone. I was used to it by then; he was always hanging up the phone on me when he didn’t want to talk. Why did he always get so defensive? Maybe it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have questioned him about something so stupid. I trust him!
Or do I?
I needed to relax, and if I went home I couldn’t do it. Where could I go?
The park? No, too late at night for that. Who knows who’s going to be in there waiting for some hurt girl with no sense to be walking around in the park?
I drove around and thought about where I could go to ease my mind. I was driving for about ten minutes when I saw the China Sing Town, a restaurant that Sean and I used to go to just spend time with each other and eat fried ice cream. I still remember the first time I tried fried ice cream like it was yesterday. He told me his mother used to bring him to this restaurant when he was young, and he loved to get the fried ice cream, nothing else. I was hesitant (come on! Fried ICE CREAM? Is just sounds nasty!), but I knew it would make him happy because it was special to him, so I ordered some. It was weird at first, but it turned out to be delicious. Ever since then, we would always go there to hold hands, make-out, and eat fried ice cream. That was one of the special things he did for me, but didn’t do anymore.
I decided to do it for myself. I was sure I could sit there and think about what I needed to say to him, and how I would say it. Some things just needed to be changed. He couldn’t get mad at that, could he? Not if he wanted to stay with me.
I parked in front of the Chinese restaurant, noticing a few cars surrounding mine. The restaurant was opened late, which I considered a good idea- I mean, it was good to Sean and I. We used to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and walk there. It took a long time, but the time passed like seconds. That’s what love does to you.
One of the cars I noticed was a black Jeep, much like the one Sean had. Everybody had a Jeep in Georgia, though so I wasn’t stirred. It was a teenage favorite, a great graduation gift from the parents- as Sean got. I had to work for my little 2000 Cavalier I drive around.
I stared at the Jeep. It looked too much like the one Sean had. It was starting to bother me.
‘Leave it alone, Sasha.’ I told myself. ‘Everybody has a Jeep. It isn’t his.’
I knew he wouldn’t bring his boys here anyway. They were probably at somebody’s house drinking and smoking, carrying on, acting stupid- doing things that took away from his time with me. But what if he wasn’t with his boys?
It was something about that Jeep. Why couldn’t I ever go anywhere, nor do anything without thinking about him, or seeing something that reminded me of him?
I turned the car off, got out and started walking to the restaurant, getting nervous every step. Something wasn’t right.
I shouldn’t have walked inside.
To this day I regret it.
I didn’t even get past the door when I saw Sean sitting at a table across from the entrance, passionately kissing some girl. My legs almost gave out.
“May I help you?” The little China-woman hostess asked. I hardly noticed her. I looked past her, focused on the table on the other side of the restaurant, where my heart lay getting crushed.
I blinked my eyes to be sure it was him. It couldn’t be him.
It was him.
He was sitting there, kissing some girl- some light skinned bitch with long straight brown hair. They were eating each other’s faces, their fried ice cream in front of them melting.
That’s what really hurt me. Of all the things he could have gotten, he got the fried ice cream- the thing that he ate with his mother; the treat that he shared with me. Just wasting, melting away like my heart.
Pouring down the side of the cup like my tears.
If I knew every word in the dictionary and thesaurus I couldn’t even use those words to express how I felt.
I felt crushed. I felt like nothing. I gave him all of me and he threw it away. I was heart broken. My heart was actually so broken that I felt the physical pain. I felt weak. He was my supply of strength, and now it was all gone. I was so weak I couldn’t hold back the sobs, or the tears. So weak I couldn’t even walk over there. So weak I couldn’t even talk. I wanted to pull my eyes away but I couldn’t. I wanted to stop looking SO BAD, but I was too weak to look away. It was my punishment for being so weak, so blind. I had to sit there and witness the man I loved, making out and flirting with some girl. She must have tasted good, because they weren’t even stopping for air. He didn’t even kiss me that way! It seemed like they were so happy. I was sick to my stomach.
Why couldn’t I make him happy? Was I not good enough for him?
“Ma’am, would you like a seat? Is something wrong?” the hostess broke me out of my trance. One day I would thank her. Right now, I had to get out.
I turned and walked out of the restaurant.
I couldn’t even see straight. I saw my car, I saw his car, and I saw the floor. I fell to the floor as my legs gave out. It was like a pulsing pain, from bad to worse, to worst. I couldn’t let this knock me down though; he wasn’t going to have me dragging my body across the parking lot. I had to get up.
I stood up slowly and walked to my car, trying not to see his Jeep- the Jeep that couldn’t be his. This wasn’t real, it was all a dream- a nightmare. I got into my car, turned it on, and let the engine run. I couldn’t believe this. I had to leave. I pulled out of the driveway like a madwoman. As I neared the exit, I realized that my mother was right. My other friends were right. Alicia was right. I was blind. I was stumped. Love had me tripping.
And now what? Love has me crying, moping, sobbing- going crazy in my car. Why?
The sadness all of a sudden turned to anger.
Was I really going to let this nigga get away with this shit?
I couldn’t.
Monica’s ‘So gone’ video appeared in my head as I reversed my car. I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. I parked my car right next to his, and walked over to the restaurant. They kept big stones in front of the restaurant as ‘decoration’. I, on the other hand, was going to give Sean one as a present.
I picked up a nice sized stone and walked over to the jeep. I held the rock high over my head, and thought about the times we shared in his car. We drove places, we blasted music, we talked, fell asleep… He was so happy when he got the Jeep. I knew how much it would anger him if he came outside after his perfect night with this girl and discovered his Jeep had been busted into.
I held the stone up higher, and remembered how he called me when he got the Jeep. I was the first person he called, and he was so excited. We were both excited at the fact that I wouldn’t have to be driving him around everywhere anymore. He could actually pick me up- drive his own car!
I let the stone drop to the ground. I couldn’t do it. I loved him, and even though he hurt me, I couldn’t hurt him. I hopped into my car and sped off into the night, the tears flowing, wetting my shirt. What was I going to do?

By Lucius McCall

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 1

2008-06-02T19:16:00.000-07:00

I appreciated Alicia sitting there and listening to me vent about my man problems. It’s kind of funny, because I heard if you add ‘I’ to man problems, they became ‘main’ problems. It made sense; it was true. I tried to talk to my mom, as well as others, but nobody could give me better advice then my best friend. She was a year older then me, so I could look up to her, but not too old, so she could relate. Getting advice from her was weird though, because she kept it short and blunt. She listened without interrupting, and then gave me a short lecture that explained so much and made so much sense. It stayed while I was in her presence, but sadly when we would depart it would slowly disappear as my former thoughts eased its way back into my mind.
She was a pretty girl, whom you may call ‘artsy’. She went to Savannah College of Art and Design where she was majoring in Graphic Design. She had short hair, the Kelis look, and she always did weird things with it, like put parts in it, hearts in it-she even put a small hand with its middle finger up in the back of her head. Bossy. She wore long skirts, wooden earrings, bead chains, and flips flops. She wasn’t the typical beauty, but she was a beauty- at least all the males thought so. I was glad to be her friend, because she wasn’t the type to hang out with females, she said they caused too much drama.
I would only see her once or twice a month since summer classes were taking up her time- as well as a job, and a fiancée’. She also lived about a half- hour away, and went to a college an hour and a half away. Seeing her was scarce, but when I did, it was all love.
We were sitting on couches in our favorite coffee spot, PJ’s, chatting it up like good old times and enjoying hot drinks with brownies. We loved PJ’s because the customer service was so cool. They were free spirited, and funny- they made you feel like you were at home. Plus, their drinks tasted better than, but were cheaper than Starbucks. There were other things to spend money on nowadays, and a ten dollar cup of coffee was not one of them. Alicia got me hooked to drinking hot drinks in the winter, fall, spring, or summer. She said that smooth, hot drinks eased your brain, calmed you, and made your deep thoughts flow. I don’t know how, or why, but that’s what she said. It didn’t matter, because their white hot chocolate was heaven in a cup.
Alicia was sitting in front of me, legs crossed, cup in hand, waiting for me to start speaking. She could tell there was a problem by my actions, and how I begged her to come see me so we could talk face to face about it. We arranged for the meet to be today and ever since, I was anxious about it. I didn’t feel I as ready to hear Alicia’s response. It was time to start.
“I just don’t feel the connection anymore, Alicia.” I carried on. “It doesn’t make sense to me because I’ve given him everything! I have been nothing but a good girlfriend to him. We’ve been together for over a year, and he’s just now starting to act up. Why do all the men act up and change as soon as it’s too late; as soon as you fall for them?”
She paused before she started with the questions.
“How is he acting up?” she took a sip of her white hot chocolate.
“He doesn’t call anymore, no texts, no little messages” I started. “He just doesn’t do anything special for me anymore, Alicia.”
“And he used to?”
“Yes. He used to call every day, every night, after work and during his break. We would talk in the middle of the night, all day, and all night until morning. It was like we could never let each other go. He would send me cacti and ferns, surprise me with chocolate, and give me talking teddy bears with him saying something sweet! He would send me sweet little text messages just to let me know he was ‘thinking about me’. Now I can’t remember the last time he did any of that. Every time I talk to him, it seems like he has an attitude. To hear him happy, I have to listen to the teddy bear!”
“Cacti and ferns?” Alicia smirked. “You get love from a teddy bear?”
“He said it represented our love- forever living with simple things to keep it alive and painful to outsiders.” I ignored her other comment after realizing how stupid I sounded.
Alicia tried to hide a smile as she looked down and took a bite of the brownie.
“With all that talking, you never ran out of anything to talk about?” She questioned.
“See that’s one of the things that made me fall in love with him. We talked about any and every thing. He always made me laugh, even when I was mad or sad- at him! It was crazy, he was like my battery! I would be dead tired, then I would get a call from him, and I would be able to stay awake and alert hours later.”
“How are the conversations now?”
I paused. “Well, we hardly talk, and when we do it’s about nothing. And he has ‘to go’ a lot, says he’ll call me back, and never does.”
I watched her take another sip. Sometimes her silence made me nervous.
“Do you ever call him when he says he’ll call you back and never does?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I remember him telling me a while ago that one of his pet peeves was girls that call him after being told that they will get called back, and girls that call and leave messages, then call again. I didn’t want to annoy him. Plus he has friends, and a job. I don’t want to bother him”
“This guy is telling you he’s going to call you, and he’s not calling you. This has happened more than once. Don’t you think you have a good enough reason to be calling him?”
It was my turn to be silent. I guess to Alicia it meant that this was an opportunity to dig deeper- which she did.
“How’s the sex?”
“Well-”
“Honestly. I don’t want to hear about how it feels so good to sex somebody you love- I want to hear real shit. Is the dick good, or not? Can he lay it down, pick it up, then lay it down again? Or is he in need of porno for ideas, and some Viagra for a hard-on?”
This was the first time she had ever interrupted me. I could tell she was irritated.
“Well, he’s a decent size, and he has no problem getting it up, it’s just that he’s…plain. It’s the same thing every time. We make out, he gets on top, he cums, we done”
“How long does it take him to cum?”
“Seven minutes.”
She gave me a blank stare.
“Or more?”
“He ever use that tongue?”
“No, he’s very old fashioned. He says real men don't get on their knees for nothing. He wasn’t even freaky when I met him. He swears he wasn’t a virgin, but he sure doesn’t act like that.”
“You were a virgin, correct?”
“Yes, Alicia.”
“No freak in him at all?”
“I made him read a Zane book before.”
“Did it work?”
“No.”
“Do you enjoy this lifeless, boring, redundant sex?”
I chuckled. “I love to please him, so yes.”
“But he doesn’t please you…”
She chewed on a brownie and stared at me.
“I actually think sex is over rated.”
“That, my friend, is because you haven’t had good sex!”
I sipped my hot chocolate and looked away. There was no being right with Alicia. And it sucked more, because you knew she was right.
“Okay, he’s not treating you right, the sex isn’t good, and he’s changed…so…why are you with him again?”
I hesitated. “I love him.”
Long sip of her white hot chocolate. I decided to take a bite of the brownie. I figured I could bite it like a bullet, and it would absorb the painful shots I knew she was about to throw at me.
“You love him?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know you love him, Sasha?”
I had to think about that one as she stared at me waiting for my answer. I had a feeling that whatever I said would be taken as bull, and not taken seriously.
“When I see him, I feel alive. The first time I saw him I felt it was love at first sight. Every time I see him I feel the same way I did the first time. I can’t go to sleep without hearing his voice, whether it’s for five minutes, or five hours, I just need to hear him. I would kill for him, I would lie for him, and I would die for him. When I hear his voice, I can’t think of anything but him, how much I love him. When I kiss him, my mind is…I have no mind when I kiss him. He takes my mind, and breath away. I’ve given him everything, and will continue to give, until I give him the nothing I have to give. Can you seriously tell me that’s not love?”
“Well, okay Shakespeare.” Alicia leaned back with the same silly smirk she flashes when she knows she has a point coming. “Is this how you used to feel, or do you still feel this way?”
I reluctantly responded. It hurt me as I realized that- “I used to feel this way.”
Things started to piece together, but I didn’t want to believe them. I didn’t want to believe I was out of love, or that all this time was wasted. I knew we could get back right, I just knew it. I wasn’t going to give up the fight. All relationships need work at some point. This was just a phase; things should be back to normal soon, right?
“I want you to review this conversation on your own time, and listen to what you said.” Alicia started to deliver the bad news. I braced myself. “I actually have no other advice for you other than to listen to what you told me tonight. It’ll all make sense when you do it. If you review what you said to me, and feel you still want to be in this relationship, then do you. I wouldn’t advise it, though. Nobody can tell you anything when you feel you’re in love. Trust me, I’ve been though it. Therefore, I’m not going to waste my breath trying to tell you what you should do.”
“You’re telling me I’m not in love?”
“I’m telling you this, Sasha-” She leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes as if to make sure this thought she was about to share wouldn’t go anywhere after she left. “You’re blinded by love.”

By Lucius McCall

iWhoopRico

2008-05-28T10:32:00.000-07:00

aaayyyeeeee!!
WHOOP RICO Contest, Concert, and Party tonight...
2511 park Central blvd off panola road in Decatur!
Text DJ GB- the producer of the hit song, the "Fight DJ", for more information
229-415-2880
If you're like me and need to learn how to do this addicting dance, look below for your steps...lol

I'll be in attendance!
Out of character as hell...lol.
Pictures will be loaded, asap

Peace & Blessings
Lu

DIG THIS WITH ME- The strangers

2008-05-27T21:59:00.000-07:00

I.
Cannot.
Wait.
Thurday is paycheck time...getting a lil something extra in my pockets...
And then Friday...
Oh boy, Friday..
The Strangers comes out this Friday...
It's been a while since I've seen a good scary movie...you know?
They're all watered down, same plot over and over and over...
This seems so new...
It makes me ponder...
Why does these people want to kill this couple- besides the fact that "they were home"...?
Who are they?
Based on true events??
Huh?
I'm watching the preview looking behind my shoulder and ish.
Sigh.
I will be in attendance Friday....
Will you?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

TB4B continues...T.I. speaks!

2008-05-27T13:11:00.000-07:00

I hate Sway...
and I hate how New Yorkers get it so confused...
SHAWTY Lo! Not SHORTY Lo...
C'mon...get it together.
I did.
lol...

But anyway...T.I.P. responds to the nonsense...
"Compe- who? hahahahahahahahaha..." --T.I.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

The fight for Bankhead continues?

2008-05-26T09:35:00.000-07:00

This photo was found on Shawty's myspace page...profile pic, actually. The caption under it read: THOUGHT U SAID U DIDNT KNOW ME.....WELL GODAMN IT MUST BE 2 SIDES!! PIC TAKEN 1-30-06 GET YA LIES 2GETHA T-LIE !!!

I was kind of upset when I heard that Shawty Lo was supposedly trying to squash the beef...
That was the only reason I was planning on attending Atlanta's Birthday Bash! They were both supposed to be in attendance..T.I. already boasting on the radio saying that "no matter what happens, he will take his show."

When asked what he meant by no matter what happens, he repeatedly avoided the question...

Uh oh...

Full interview

Footage of when Shawty Lo sees the picture...

The latest...

Is he saying that T.I.P. may have ratted on a few people to stay out of jail?
Hmmmm...we know snitching is a code of the streets you just don't break...

I will be attending Birthday Bash 13!!!
Can't wait!

Lo...Boy you a fool!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

The SIFA African Children's Choir

2008-05-26T09:18:00.000-07:00

My church had a very special guest this past Sunday...
The SIFA African Children's Choir.
They sat in reserved seats in the front of the church, and they all wore the matching tops and bottoms of African style clothing. They were straight from Uganda, East Africa, and they were in our presence to perform for us.
During the time of greeting, I smiled and shook a couple of their hands. They seemed nervous, and reserved- until they got onto the stage to do what they came to do.
What they loved to do.
The word Sifa is Swahili for praise, and believe me- they did exactly that.
The performance was beautiful...the children had so much energy, and their smiles shined from the front to the back of the church. They did dances as they sung, and I wondered why American choirs don't do the same...
We just stand up there and sing, rock, maybe dance one Sunday out of a year...haha.
These children were so joyous...
Exactly what captivated me most about these children...the joy that they had within themselves. They were full of it.

Some of you may get joy and happiness confused, so let me take the chance to unconfuse ya...

Happiness is circumstantial...something good happens, and you become happy.

Joy...
well joy is so much more than that.
The world cannot give you joy.
You can have a million dollars in the bank, be swiming in money and all other kinds appealing materials, but the world can't give you joy, nor take it away.
I believe joy comes from a stable relationship with God...embracing blessings, and realizing that when you're down, God's up to something.

These children were all orphans. One, or both of their parents died, and this was just a handful to represent their fellow orphans and suffering children who not only lived in Uganda, but Africa as a whole- the place where AIDS is the #1 killer of the people. Even after enduring the countless horrors and losses in their young lives, they still remain filled with joy.
It was amazing.
The children were amazing.
God is amazing.

Joy cometh in the morning.
Be encouraged.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

The King...being recognized by The Prince

2008-05-26T09:15:00.000-07:00

Sigh...I don't think I can ever read a book by Eric Jerome Dickey and become disappointed...

At least not lately...

I'm currently reading his latest- Pleasure, which had me in it's grip since the second page.

Just the way he writes from a woman's point of view so perfectly is just crazy- and geniuses usually are...

"His lingam did not fit my yoni the way a key should fit inside a lock.
It was just another erection. Another harness made of flesh and blood, a piece of meat that gained girth and length, the part of a man that became engorged when aroused. HE could tear down a brick wall with his bare hands but he could not let loose my heart. His key had rattled inside me, but my heart had not opened for him. He had rattled me then as he was rattling me now."

He becomes the character in his books, as if he's a ghost who can possess somebody, and make every one of their thoughts his own....

"I had hoped his desire for me had been cremated and scattered to the winds, set on fire by my negligence. I had let go. I didn't want to be brutal. I only wanted to be honest. But when it wasn't what the other person longer to hear, honesty tended to be brutal. Honesty sounded cruel. Honesty was evil.
The only other option was to lie. But a lie would not open the doors to my freedom. A lie would enslave me to what I was trying to escape. A lie did not benefit me in any positive way.
Sometimes trying to be honest without being brutal was like trying to swim and not get wet...
I was fighting for my freedom. I was fighting for something I already owned."

The thought provoking vocabulary scattered around expands the personal thesaurus in my mind...

The similes and metaphors...stellar.

"The truth was an ugly pimple on the face of a beautiful lie."

I'm on page 75, and I'm stuck...with no escape. Check it out.

About Pleasure:
How realistic is it to believe that one lover can satisfy a woman's every fantasy? Nia Simone Bijou is a woman who has it all - and is driven by the desire for more. Born in Trinidad, reared in Los Angeles, living in Atlanta, Nia is a writer, a thinker, and a woman in conflict. She's dealing with two sides of her Gemini self, feeling as if there are two women living inside her, both struggling for domination. One side of Nia is a logical yet heartbroken person who has never let go of an old pain, while the other side is a sensual woman who will not let her rest, desiring intimacy and sexual freedom, demanding Pleasure. In the sweltering heat of July, loneliness, desire, and a struggle with both the sensual self and fantasy inspire Nia to become sexually adventurous, meeting lovers who arouse her in diverse ways, lovers who give her unimaginable experiences, generous lovers who desire to please her as much as she desires to satisfy them. Fantasies spiral out of control, and with her life on the line, Nia discovers that Pleasure does not come without pain. Filled with passion, populated with characters that are sexually uninhibited, Pleasure is an unforgettable journey into a free-spirited world.

Buy it in stores, or online @ http://www.booksamillion.com/ncom/books?id=4074842884677&isbn=0525950451

Watch out, bro...I'm coming after you!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Natural high...

2008-05-25T20:28:00.000-07:00

Sigh...
I just got off work...
What a day. Dealing with annoying customers, hounding managers, and employees telling on me for being on my phone...
The whole time I was there, I was thinking about leaving.
It's fine though, this just gives me motivation to NOT do something I hate just to have a nice income in the future...
A weird sense of happiness covered me upon looking at the clock and seeing 11:08
- I was supposed to be set free at 11.
All this for a green piece of paper...

I drove home slowly in the Black Pearl listening to Erykah Badu's Baduizm...
On and On and On and On...
So many things are so predictable...the same thing over and over...
On and On and On and On...
I wasn't in the mood for anything too bassy...or ignorant.
I wanted to listen to some Afta-1, but I coudln't find the CD in my pool of music...
Music...my second escape...Second only to writing...

'See I pick my friends like I pick my fruit..
My Ganny told me that when I was only a youth
I don't walka round trying to be what I'm not
I don't waste my time trying to get what you got
I work at pleasing me
Cause I can't please you, so I do what I do
My soul flies free like a willow tree
doo wee doo wee doo wee...'

So smooth is she...smooth, yet to the point like Bailey's on ice...
mmmm...
Good job, Andre 3000!

As I drove home, I kinda had the want- not the need- to burn one...
Endulge in some blueberries...

Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin funny but I don't know why
Scuse me while I kiss the Sky ...
--Jimi Hendrix

Due to this attitude, I'm not doing anything tomorrow but relaxing in the sun as I read Pleasure, by Eric Jerome Dickey- and think about feelings I want to release for your pleasure...
I have alot of things in and on my mind that I need to release...
immediately.
My mind needs a purge.
Prepare for the immense updates...like it used to be.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Fraternity

2008-05-25T13:12:00.001-07:00

Fraternity...
What is it?
It's defined on dictionary.com as:
1. a local or national organization of male students, primarily for social purposes, usually with secret initiation, rites and a name composed of two or three Greek letters.
2. a group of persons associated by or as if by ties of brotherhood.
3. any group or class of persons having common purposes, interests, etc.:
4. an organization of laymen for religious or charitable purposes; sodality.
5. the quality of being brotherly; brotherhood.
6. the relation of a brother or between brothers.
This may be a concrete definition of the word and meaning, but what do you think of when you hear the word? Does anything positive come to mind? Anything negative?
I know when I mention one certain frat around a group of ladies, I always hear the same screeching sound full of disgust and regret.
Not a good look.

I, being a black man with no background of any kind of Greek organization, is trying to find the answer to my question that I've been pondering on since I entered college and was exposed to Greek organizations:
Why do people join fraternities?

Besides the fact that some may have a background of generations in the organization, why do other people do it?

Do you have to do it because your father, or uncle did it?

Why do people pay a good amount of money to join an organization when they could just simply joint a club for free?

I hear it looks good on your resume, it teaches you how to be a 'better man', it gets you involved with the school and different charities, but I honestly don't see that...

If all of this is true, why do I keep hearing complaints from female friends of mine saying that their man joined a frat and it got to their head- causing the relationship to fold? If a fraternity is about making you into a better man, and teaching you responsibility- why does it seem to do the opposite for some men?

Why did I go to a fraternity informational and hear "bitch" and "hoe", among many other derogatory terms during the speech explaining the organization?

Are these really dudes that we're suposed to look up to?

What's up with the big secrecy?

I have honestly never seen a fraternity participate in some kind of community service or charity. I know that's what it used to be all about years aog, but nowadays it seems the only times I see them out if when they're at a stroll off, throwing a cook-out, or shutting a club down for an event!

Maybe I'm just blind...or maybe I'm not paying attention...

For all I know, they may do it!

But if so, why is it not visible to the public? Wouldn't you be proud of it, and make sure everybody knows so people can choose a fraternity due to their services rather than who 'runs the yard'?

People constantly tell me- 'Lucius, you look like a _____. You should pledge!'
Can you really look like you belong to one??

Why do some people pledge as one person, and cross as another?

Do you choose the frat, or does the frat choose you?

Some of the most quiet people go in, and as soon as they get those special letters, they change into obnoxious, disrespectful, arrogant assholes.

It seems that the meaning behind fraternity has been so watered down over the years that it no longer holds substance. They seem to now be just a way to get popular, pull women, and have a right to do a certain dance.

What's the difference between a fraternity and a gang? I mean, is there even a difference? They both do a certain dance, they both have a certain call, they both claim a specific color, they both disrespect each other, and when it comes down to it- they fight one another.

Where is the line to separate the two?

The drugs?

Not there, because I'm sure you've all been to a social party thrown by a frat and have tasted the different alcoholic drinks served to the public- Nupe Juice, Omega Oil, Blue Juice...

Does the line stop at murder?

I don't think so, because if you disrespect a fraternity, things may get out of hand...very out of hand. But besides people outside the frat, how about those inside the fraternity? I'm sure you've heard about the horrific hazing that takes place during a 'hell week', some of which leaves innocent students in the hospital for months, holding on tightly to their life! Making people walk and fall into water blindfolded? They died...

If you don't know, now you do.

Maybe I'm completely wrong and have my information completely twisted, because I've only attended one university and seen only one chapter of each frat. I only attend their events, and hang in their prescence. Maybe it's different at other schools.

Maybe it's different at HBCUs...

Is it?

YOU tell me!

Please don't think I'm disrespecting any fraternities or hating on what they do...not at all. I'm just looking for the reason that people join them. They pay thousands of dollars, deal with hazing, and let it take over their lives...for what?

I already have a band of brothers...we call ourselves The Brethren, and we're there for each other no matter what. The only time we have to pay anything is when we have to spot one another for food, or an event. The only time we haze each other is well...never. We don't live to harm each another, we try to help one another. We make each other into better men by helping each other up when we fall, and making sure we don't walk the same way we were to keep us from stumbling again. Are we a fraternity?

Maybe not, because we don't harm one another, nor throw special parties to get into women's pants, we all dress differently, and we all share different interests. We don't have a special call, and we all do a different dance- yet it looks so right when put together. We're all different ages, and we don't think that we're on a pedistal above anybody...I love my brothers, and we weren't put together by chance, or 'chapter'...

I mean, that IS all a frat's about, right?

I want your feedback.

Let me clear the air really quick...please understand that in no way, shape, or form am I downing fraternities. I'm just giving my opinion about them all, and trying to see if I can find the answer to my question. I'd have no problem with joining one- as soon as I find a reason besides the ones listed above! Please, no hate mail...let's keep it mature. Share your opinion!

Let me take the time to show love for some of the chapters at Valdosta State University.

Those Q-dogs (Omega men) doing their usual creative thing at the stroll off...

A sexy Delta, a beautiful Zeta, and a brand...lol

Those deltas smashing the yard- as USUAL!

Throw that diamond up!

Battle! Sigmas, Qs, Alphas...

Those pretty in pink AKA women...

Iota? Eh? No comment...lol. JK.

Peace & Blesings
Lu

Welcome to OhSoLucius...

2008-05-25T11:52:00.000-07:00

Once again, welcome to my blog!!
:-D
There'll be a couple changes being done to my blog...changes that will keep you coming back to read, as well as me coming back to write!
Word of the days, 'Dig this with me' entries, and a special video section dedicated to me answering your questions.
Yes.
Ask me any question- within sense- and I will answer it to the best of my ability- recorded on video!
Ask me about love, about your relationships, school, life, and I'll do my best to answer it.
Remember though...it'll be all my opinion!
Just send your questions to lumccall@gmail.com
If there's anything you may like to see on this blog, send your requests to the same email address.
As I say, I couldn't do it without you
- and wouldn't do it without you!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

New Kenna!!

2008-05-23T14:34:00.001-07:00

New Kenna & Lupe!!
Say Goodbye to Love remix!
Check it out!:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/124433747d01e151/

About time!!

Peace & Blessings

New Common!

2008-05-22T09:58:00.000-07:00

New common track, featuring Pharrell!
Heat!
Check it out:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/12410304ef8fd3f4/

Lookin Ass Nigga- er, I mean 'Lookin Boy'

2008-05-22T09:10:00.000-07:00

They finally came out with a video for the song...

So surprised that it made the radio- even got a video!
But whatever...it's positive...i think it's hip hop.
Needs a better video..lol.
It's different from Yung Joc's ususal Boys N The Hood theme...
I like it.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

So they found the PICTURE!

2008-05-19T18:03:00.000-07:00

So someone sent Shawty Lo the picture!!

Now who was the random phene who popped out talking about "You shouldn't had said nobody name, TIP!"
LMAO
It's kinda getting old now, Shawty Lo...leave it alone.
We all know he's not from Bankhead now...lol.
Stop the talking and interviews, and start the battling! What happened to the hip hop battle!

I'll keep ya'll updated, though.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

So Beautiful...

2008-05-19T13:00:00.000-07:00

I woke up due to the sun peeking in on me with a smile…
It’s smile caused me to smile...
Then turning to see her beside me just widened it.
She was So Beautiful...
So Beautiful was laying in bed beside me.
As I gazed at her, I seriously wonderd how God could create such a creature- and if he made her specifically for me.
I sure hoped so...
Her hair was wild, dark, curly and all over the place just like her personality...

I snickered as I thought of her quirky ways.

The things she used to say that just made me laugh so hard...
I don't laugh that hard unless I'm with her.
She amuses me in every way possible...
Her lips...oh, how I wanted to just taste them at that exact second...Her sweet peach lips that were slightly parted- I guess as a passage for air...
Her beautiful skin that wasn't perfect, but the minor imperfections just made her even more perfect for me...
If I wanted a Barbiedoll, I would go to Wal-Mart.
She glowed next to me...and caused me to glow
- on the inside.
I wondered if others saw her the way I did...
I doubted it.
Men threw themselves at her and tried to tell her all kinds of things to strike an interest, due to the way she looked. They said they loved her without even knowing her, they said they wanted to get to know her without even seeing her...

for her.

They just saw her as something to ease their lust...
They just saw her legs, breasts, hair, face...

they didn't know her.
I knew her. I know her.
Inside and out.
I knew her likes, dislikes, what she loved, what she hated, what she cried for, and what made her smile...
I knew the place on her head that she loved for me to rub the most.
I knew her...

I know her.
I saw her as gorgeous as she could be even when she wasn't trying to be gorgeous...

At the beginning of the day,

and the end of the night,

where women's make-up has faded,

jean creases have ceased,

and hair curls have tired out,

I saw her beauty.
As she wakes up and smiles at me, I look away shyly.
I'm caught- once again.
I stare into her eyes- the doorway to her soul, and savor the color

-the hue of Dissarono.
I smile, and then start to think about how I would love to wake up to this every morning...

of every day...

for the rest of my days...
But for now, I'll accept today.

She is So Beautiful...to me.

Peace & Blessings

Bankhead

2008-05-19T11:36:00.001-07:00

Bored and trying to kill time the other day, my best friend and I drove through Bankhead- an infamous slum in Atlanta that the government is now trying to polish up. They changed its name to Hollowell Parkway, and have started to build nice condominiums and town homes in the area. Even though the government is trying to fix it up and make it look nice- which seems to be a nice idea, you still can smell the scent of the grime...the blood...the drugs...the hood.

You may have heard T.I. talk about life in Bankhead- the home of the "trap", or you may have heard Shawty Lo speak on growing up in Bowen Homes- selling cocaine...

Many people may ride through Bankhead and become disgusted at what they see, maybe turn up their noses- but I couldn't do anything but remain humble as thoughts of grief and sorrow flooded my mind. As I drove past young women with large bellies holding a baby, I felt I could just reach my hand out and tell her everything will be okay; warn her about the boys out there that claim their man enough to lay down, buy too boyish to stay around; tell her that her body is a temple- too precious to just let anybody enter and vandalize...but would she even listen to me- a pretty boy from Alpharetta? My best friend threw deuces at the floods of young black men in white tees that walked the streets. He may have been just simply greeting them out of respect, but as I pointed two fingers at them, I was reminding them that there could be peace in the world- peace in their world- reminding them that they didn't have to shoot or stab somebody for stepping on their shoes, or looking at them funny. Do you think that’s too ridiculous to happen? Turn on the news, or go to a club in that area...
As I drove through Bowen Homes, and a school bus drove into the project housing, a child stuck his head out of the window and started to yell, scream, and beat the side of the bus as he stared at the car I rode in. A lot of people may look at him as a crazy monkey child, and send him to the doctor to get him a prescription for Ridlin asap, but I honestly think I would work my patience to the last line trying to discipline him and make him behave. You have to have patience with children these days. So many people are giving up on the children, which is why they are acting like how they do. What else can they do when all they see are people’s backs turned to them? How else will they get the attention they need?
As we drove further down the street, I saw a girl that caught my eye- a young lady that looked like she had a faint indication of hope in her eyes, and our eyes connected. Yet her hope was violently snatched from her as the thug behind her who saw me looking offered her to me for a price…
“Ay, you want sum a dat? Come holla at me, shawty!”
We drove on…

We were playing some music in the car...a little Pastor Troy, Shawty Lo, you know- Atlanta based rappers, and I paid attention to the expressions of the children we drove by. Their faces changed at they heard the beat of the track coming from the car, and like a God, the music seemed to call onto them and control them. They would immediately start to rap the words of the song, and I wondered if they were as smart in school as they were when they memorized the words to their favorite rap songs. This is why I don't believe in ADD...but that's another story.

Seeing all of this was shocking, because since leaving New York years ago at the age of thirteen, I haven’t had the chance to see such things- and pay attention. For years, I haven't been this close. I live in a house that some people call huge, and have been around houses that are ten times the size of mine. Our schools are full of white people, and we don’t even have a Zone precinct. There are many people in my area who think they're gangsters and try so hard to prove it, while people in New York and Bankhead have no choice but to live like that at times…Where I live now, we hire people to keep our lawns nice and neat, and we get fines if we have a strand of grass out of place. In the hood the landscapes are so unkempt…

As I said, seeing these things may disgust and disturb many, but I just look at it as a reminder of how hard my mother works to provide for her childen, and how hard I need to work to make sure her invesments were worth it...I need to make sure she receives as much as she put in. If not, I'd be a failure...

Peace & Blessings
Lu

As the Battle for Bankhead continues...

2008-05-15T10:25:00.000-07:00

Shawty Lo says he'll give some loot to anybody who can bring him a picture of T.I. in highschool, or any proof to show where he is REALLY from...
Also- T.I. Sittings Search Day 2

LMAO.
Honestly, I feel T.I. messed wiht the wrong one...
He started this beef...
How?
Check it...
Shawty Lo never said his name...or made any hints that he was speaking on T.I.
He even shouted out T.I. on the Dey Know remix:
"And I got them same kinda guns like T.I..."

You may think he was poking him on Dunn Dunn...
But "Mention Bankhead, better acknowledge me
What you blind, need some glasses to see?" was actually a line from his Bankhead remix that he put out on his I'm Da Man part 1 mixtape...he chopped it up, and threw it in the hook.
I guess Shawty Lo just hit a soft spot...because T.I . was the first to start mentioning names...
It must be two sides?
lol...

And I find it funny that he couldn't even respond to Gucci Mane's lame ass diss!

T.I. is a great lyricist...amazing...but as far as swag and realness...idk...
can T.I. go to the hood like this and be as comfortable?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Everyone Nose music video!

2008-05-14T08:18:00.000-07:00

Finally...it has been released!
I'm not too fond of the subject (cocaine), but the song is heatery...I can't wait until the album drops.
I wanna go to a party like that...anybody with me? Some of those girls were kinda hmmhmmm! lol
Did you see shorty's tattoo on her fists? "Love Life"...MY type of crowd.

And you know we had to do a remix!
A hot remix is an understatement...
check it out: http://www.zshare.net/audio/11964185e79678c3/

They vibe to the remix in the studio...

This.
Is.
Music.

These days artists like to just send a file around, and you record your verse in your studio, and send it back.
I love how THEY did it...all in the studio at one time, chemistry mixing.
You can feel the unity, the love...
I love it!

While you're at it, peep Spaz- their second single
http://www.zshare.net/audio/11964227140ccd30/

Seeing Sounds will be dropped June 10th. I will have a copy beating in my car by that day, noontime.

Peace & Blessings

Apples

2008-05-13T12:24:00.000-07:00

It is said...
“Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top because they value quality."

What do you think about this?
True?
False?
Right?
Wrong?

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Tha Battle for Bankhead has Begun

2008-05-10T19:58:00.000-07:00

V.S.

The Battle for Bankhead

Now if you're a hip hop head like myself, you saw the beef stew getting hot before it started to boil over...months ago. Now the stew is starting to stain the side of the pot.
If you don't know, get to know.

Shawty Lo- K.I.N.G.

Now we all know T.I. claims to be the King of the South...was this a jab at T.I?

T.I. - Big shit Poppin

"See I said I was KING, and them lames started laughing
-though same suckers now want the KING on the track!"

Clip from Shawty Lo's DVD- The Real Bankhead Story. Is he getting at T.I?

"Nigga say he from the WESTSIDE?
Well Gotdamn!! It must be TWO sides!" --Shawty Lo

T.I's response?

"These niggas talking KING, but they pockets clean...
I aint BANKHEAD, bitch nigga- what is this about?!"

T.I. addresses the issue in an interview

"Do something worth considering first...then maybe- just maybe you will be ACKNOWLEDGED!" --T.I.

T.I. new joint- No Matter What

"So I huff and puff rhymes
lyrics so sick wit it
Set the standard in Atlanta how to GET GET GET IT!
So you up and coming rappers wanna diss, just kill it..."

Shawty Lo responds to T.I's comments

"I aint never say he didn't put Bankhead on the map...but he aint from Bankhead!"

Foolish (Remix)- Shawty Lo, Birdman, Jim Jones, and Rick Ross
http://www.zshare.net/audio/117296609b2b62b8/
"Cross your Ts and dot your Is
I'm a real Bankhead man, that's no lie!"

Shawty Lo searches for T.I. in Bankhead

"Aye, you ever seen T-Lie around Bankhead?"

Let the battle begin!
Let's just hope it doesn't get out of hand...We know what happened when T.I. was getting into it with Lil Flip...

Beef may not be a good look for T.I. right now considering the circumstances...If I were him, I'd be staying away from ALL types of trouble...

I guess he has two people to battle now- Shawty Lo, AND T.I.P.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Craziness on Marta

2008-05-08T10:51:00.000-07:00

Peep this video of a woman going monkey food on a Marta train in Atlanta...

I'm not going to act like I didn't laugh...I did. Hysterically as I talked to one of my best friends about it, and read the lyrics that are displayed on the same page as the video.
But then my laughter ceased as I looked upon the ignorance below the video in the comment section and saw what did NOT surprise me...

"Another prime example of a typical black person. Full of disrespect, making a fool of themselves, repeating over and over even though no one wants to hear it, and the feeling they can do whatever they want.

Black people should feel ashamed at this example of a black person.

I was gonna vote for Obama but after seeing this vid I"m convinced putting a black man in office is a very BAD idea!"

Of course there were other comments about the INDIVIDUAL who commited the act, you know- the PERSON, not the whole race from which they are- from people who have sense, and those who think OUTSIDE of their little box- literally.

"They get enveloped by the vision teller
The television tells them their vision
That's why it's hard for them to make decsisions..."-- Andre 3000 (30 something remix)

I feel so sorry for people who continue to watch TV and YouTube and pull their perceptions of people from there.

My advice to them: step outside and LOOK at people. LEARN People. Get to KNOW people instead of stereotyping and holding onto these stupid stereotypes for dear life...

Do I feel ashamed of this "black person" acting a fool on the train? Yes, indeed I do- but, is this woman related to me? Have I ever seen her in my life? Have I ever held a conversation with her? No, so why in hell should she be a reflection of me, or the whole entire black race? Why should she be a reflection of Barack Obama- of all people? Has he ever even been in contact with this woman?

A video of somebody who has nothing to dow ith him will trow off your vote? If so, people like you shouldn't be voting anyway. I guess that's how Bush got in, and stayed in office. **comedic drumroll**

So I guess beacuse I saw footage of white people hanging blacks, I should automatically think every white person carries extra rope in the trunks of their cars, huh?
Because I see an Asian woman in the nail shop on a sitcom, that means that every Asian in the world knows how to do nails, huh?
Because I see a movie about a Mexican gang, I should think every mexican man on Earth is a Westside Loco, hm?
Because I see a blonde girl in a porno, ALL white blondes can have great sex?
And last but not least, because I see footage of a black woman going nuts on a Marta train, I should believe every black woman, no- black person on this planet is capable of doing the same, right?
Shoot, maybe I'm wrong for not thinking the way I do...
Maybe I should get with the program.

A pet peeve of mine is ignorance.
Nuff said.

But on a side note...is Hip Hop to blame?
Almost everything she said had a reference to hip hop...
hmmm...

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Grandparents just don't understand!!

2008-05-05T11:07:00.001-07:00

LMAO

Peace & Blessings
Lu

McDonald's

2008-05-04T13:49:00.000-07:00

For the past week, I'd been craving McDonald's french fries...
To the point I would text my best friends simply the word 'McDonald's'...lol.
There's something about their fries- when done right, it's like a greasy heaven- no, hell- in your mouth.
Heaven is too fluffy, too nice.
These fries are from the devil...straight tempation.
Yesterday, upon my drive from Valdosta, I finally got some fries...
and they were done right.

Just the right color, the right sprinkle of salt, the right amount of *crunch*...

Oh..my...God...
I was in hell- and I enjoyed it!
Ahh...I'm thinking about hopping in the Black Pearl right now and going down the street just to get me some...
But the chance that they won't be done right is holding me back....
Hm.
I'll letcha know how it goes!

Peace & Blessings
Lu

SUBSTANCE

2008-05-04T07:32:00.000-07:00

Music is changing...
for the better.

Check these joints out
Karina Pasian- 16 at War

Lil Mama- L.I.F.E.

I got chills the first time I saw this video...and still do everytime I see it!
This young lady is talented...to go from poppin lip gloss to g-sliding...then telling about the life of some people...and herself...
Amazing.

Get her album- in stores now:
Voice of the Young People
Music is coming back...and I'm loving it like McDonald's.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

P.S. yeah, I know you're seeing ALOT of videos on here lately...but it's not a video blog! I've just been very busy, and if I catch something that I feel needs to be shown to you, I'm going to show you...posting a viedo takes 5 minutes, whereas writing something takes as long as the heart needs. Don't worry, I'm not falling off or getting lazy...there are bunches of drafts here and there. In a couple days you'll have more blogs than you can read- like before. lol. Alot has been changing in my life...and you'll know all about it soon come.

Crank Dat!!

2008-05-01T09:14:00.000-07:00

LMAO!
wow...videos are dangerous.
Sorry, sis...sorry mercie...lol. You're all on BLAST.
Crank it!

Let's try that again...

okay...okay...
i won't just embarrass you.
((sigh))...watch me doooo ittt!
Wu-Tang? Or Lu- Tang?

Whoop Rico is next, baby! lol
Peace & Blessings
Lu

Brush em off, Obama!

2008-04-30T22:33:00.000-07:00

How COOL is he??
So true though...sometimes you just gotta ((get that dirt of your shoulders))

Nuff said.
Change in 08- and beyond.
Vote Obama.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Birthday Splash

2008-04-29T21:20:00.000-07:00

Footage from my birthday!!!

My roommate busted his ASS!

WHAT KINDA SHIT?!
Poor ryan and his no clothes...lol

Peace & Blessings
GQ

Laugh My Anus Off!!!

2008-04-29T18:29:00.000-07:00

Wow...
So I was uploading some videos, and I came accross some OLD videos that I uploaded like years ago- literally. lol!
Hilarious.
Check them out.

Triflin ASS Niggas!!
Video of my girls- the flyest females where I live- speaking on a subect they seem to know so much, yet nothing about. Don't we all...lmao @ Ryan's 'Girlfriends' parody at the beginning.

Throwback pt. 1
My best friends and I were walking around 5 points, and we saw this man dancing...I was about to battle him, but my friends pulled me back because they thought he was crazy. lol. He told us his name was Throwback, and that we would see him dancing in Phillips Arena one day..."just watch."

Throwback pt. 2

These hands aint no ho!
LMAO @ my pink shorts! look at them hands, though!

Graduation
I'm explaining my feelings on graduation the day before I walk accross the stage...somebody told me this inspired them
:-)

"My baby"...who's now my ex. She was rubbing my arm- a hot spot, which explains why my face is behind a shelf. lol. ((sigh))...the days...

Snappin
A video of me freestyling...back when I used to rap...lol. What a thug.

Wow...I'm still laughing. Change is good.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

FUCK YOU HALF ASS!

2008-04-24T11:34:00.000-07:00

A Recollection

Famously she descended, her red hair
Unbound and bronzed by sea-reflections, caught
Crinkled with sea-pearls. The fine slender taut
Knees that let down her feet upon the air,
Young breasts, slim flanks and golden quarries were
Odder than when the young distraught
Unknown Venetian, painting her portrait, thought
He'd not imagined what he painted there.

And I too commerced with that golden cloud:
Lipped her delicious hands and had my ease
Faring fantastically, perversely proud.

All loveliness demands our courtesies.
Since she was dead I praised her as I could
Silently, among the Barberini bees.

--John Peale Bishop

Sitting in my creative writing class, we had to paraphrase and analyze the poem above. I really couldn't tell what it was saying...I figured it was a poem about a man painting a picture of a dead woman- I may seem like I ace all literature, but the older poems and stories...hmph.
Anyway, we were talking about the poem, and all of a sudden my prof bellows

"FUCK YOU HALF ASS!!"

I'm appalled, and I look to him for an explanation, as well as look to see who he may be talking to...
He's not talking to anyone, just telling us what the poem was trying to say.
I didn't get it at first...and then I looked closer.
If you don't get it as well, you should look a little closer...

Hint: It's an italian sonnet making fun of older modern poetry...saying it look no talent to write such things...

Okay, for the 2nd gearers...
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Oh, the love I hold for literature.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Definition of Real...

2008-04-23T12:47:00.000-07:00

Hmm...

IS this the definition of real?
Plies sophomore album cover:

If so...I don't wanna be real...
Plies Explains being 'real'

Do you agree with him? Is this what you think 'real' is? It seems that some of the things he says conflicts with his album cover...
What is real to you?

On another note...I must adress the ignorance passed my way the other day...

"That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me!"

In rebuttal to this below ignorant statement...
I wouldn't mess with a 'bitch' in the first place...I'm more fond of the lady- the woman, than a female dog...I would never refer to someone which I may hold an interest in as a bitch...So you MUST not be talking about a female I'm messing with.
Might I add, if I were to mess with a 'bitch'- by mistake, she probably more than likely would want a 'real nigga'- like you, for that's not me- farrr from it, and I could never help her in that department.
I would never consider myself a real nigga, I feel I'm so much more than that. A real nigga? Who would call themselves that? And if someone were to call me that, I'd take it as an insult, and tell them to watch their mouth...
as well as pimp.
My name is Lucius, and I'm a respectable young gentleman...
Respect me.
Keep the 'bitch', real nigga.

Peace & Blessings
Lu

Beat goes on...

2008-04-22T20:26:00.000-07:00

Madonna is back...

And better than ever...in my opinion.

Check out her new banger Beat Goes On featuring Pharrell and Kanye West
http://www.zshare.net/audio/108609500c3e90f9/

I love it when hip hop and pop come together to make this...this...amazing sound that hasn't been heard in some time now.

Music.

Ahh...it's so fresh.

While you're at it, make sure to download Brittney Spears' new joint Break the Ice featuring Fabolous...

HEAT.

Peace & Blessings

ohsolucius

*FOR CLASS*

Texts From Last Night

Breast I Ever Had...

Mike's Dead...

Hip Hop...is that you?

Texts From Last Night

WHO/WHAT IS HOLLYWEERD? "CHANGE"

SLOW sex...

Skin Deep

Myths of Racial Perceptions

Succe$$ful?

Nuff Said

MusiQuick.

I'm BACK!!!

Coming soon...to a theatre near you!

Meet Caleb "Superman" Johnson

Oh my...

And in case you missed it...

And the trouble begins...

I hope you - Lee Ann Womack

GREEN LIGHT MUSIC VIDEO- JOHN LEGEND & ANDRE 3000

NeYo sings 'Take a bow' remix with live band

Quote of the day: **Love**

Quote of the day: **Kill Procrastination**

Uhhh....

Sky's the limit

For my ladies...

Black Is Beautiful

Back 2 School

Forever (Verse)

Whoop Rico video shoot

I'm back!!

Rico's Revenge

Lost in an obfuscated haze

EVERYBODY!!!

Good Drugs, er- I mean music!!!

Diamond Girl...the movie?

Spazz

Charmin Ultraaaaaaa!!

A Rooftop Party???

Sigh...what a giver. or a LOSER!

My reach...

Bully

The BEST Millie remix yet!! 'OBAMA'

Be Kanye!

Does 20 partners make a girl a ho?

What's a GOON to a GENTLEMAN?

Work it!

More Pleasure...mmmm

MOVE THE FUCK ON!!

**What Kinda Mess?** Soulja Boy V.S. Ice T?

Watch Yourself!

Happy Father's Day!!

Something...

Greg Street Presents "Good Day"

Bow Wow interviews 'The Hater'

I'm coming...for YOU!

The taste of words...so sweet

Words cannot express the awesome...

CBox VBlog {Question # 1}

Genitalia

We Are The Ones- William

TB4B continues...Shawty Lo is asked to stop the beef...

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 3 (( rough rough draft))

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 2

Blinded by Pain- Excerpt 1

iWhoopRico

DIG THIS WITH ME- The strangers

TB4B continues...T.I. speaks!

The fight for Bankhead continues?

The SIFA African Children's Choir

The King...being recognized by The Prince

Natural high...

Fraternity

Welcome to OhSoLucius...

New Kenna!!

New Common!

Lookin Ass Nigga- er, I mean 'Lookin Boy'

So they found the PICTURE!

FOR CLASS

Quote of the day: Love

Quote of the day: Kill Procrastination

What Kinda Mess? Soulja Boy V.S. Ice T?