Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
The fight for Bankhead continues?
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
The SIFA African Children's Choir
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
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
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Natural high...
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
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?
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?
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??
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.
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...
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
Friday, May 23, 2008
New Kenna!!
New Kenna & Lupe!!
Say Goodbye to Love remix!
Check it out!:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/124433747d01e151/
About time!!
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Thursday, May 22, 2008
New Common!
New common track, featuring Pharrell!
Heat!
Check it out:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/12410304ef8fd3f4/
Lookin Ass Nigga- er, I mean 'Lookin Boy'
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 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
Monday, May 19, 2008
So they found the PICTURE!
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
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...
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...
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 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 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...
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
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...
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.
But for now, I'll accept today.
She is So Beautiful...to me.
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Bankhead
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…
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
Thursday, May 15, 2008
As the Battle for Bankhead continues...
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
Also- T.I. Sittings Search Day 2
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Everyone Nose music video!
Seeing Sounds will be dropped June 10th. I will have a copy beating in my car by that day, noontime.
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Apples
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
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Tha Battle for Bankhead has Begun
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.
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
McDonald's
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
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
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Crank Dat!!
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?
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?
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