If somethin hangs between yo legs leave
cause it aint goin down like that
this is jus fo da ladies
all those nickels quatas n dymes
not all those lien HlBlTCHUAL hatas
i aint is prison no more OKKK ya herd
we are boys and i dont like nutz
Bout me:
1 I stand 5`9"
2 I`m lean
3 I hate muscle heads(xcept for LL cool J
4 I`m cute(at least i think so) (get at me)
5 I have a nice personality(fa sho)
6 I don`t mind what u look like if you r real and have a nice way
about you. Big gurls not excluded but you not only have to be
special and cute as he11) OKKK
7 If you see something you want to touch (u know) wait for the
right time and go for it (anything ya herd)
8 I love to have fun, but at certain times I got to be serious,
keep it real
9 If u my girl, I dont associate with any other female
10 I always stay dipped
YOU KNOWso you gotta be dip set fa sho to be with me not only keep
the clothes up but keep ya body nice too
11 For NE one that knows I am Malcolm X of the New Generation
If you want to get with me let me know, but if I`m havin a
conversation with a female don`t c0k block dats not cool
How I like my females:
1 Be real with me
2 Dont lie to me
3 Be there for me
4 Have a little freak in you
(lotta)
5 Be cool
6 Dont be ghetto
7 Know how to dress(If u goin to a formal event dont go in ya
hoewear ya heard)
8 Gotta be able to kiss
9 Be down for almost anything(I wont ask u to do something I
wouldnt)
10 Like me for me
11 Dont show out in public(save all the drama for closed doors, no
one needs to be embaresed infront of all the people they know)
12 Love God and love me
13 Just cuz we good with God dosnt mean we cant get a little
dirty(In the words of Marvin Gaye rest his soul, "LET`S GET IT
OOOOON"
14 Stay tru to u and we`ll always be cool
if u really wanna talk get at me at gold1688 _aim or blogan1688_aim
or platinum2243@hotmail.com
My idol is LL Cool J. I got his body but I`m workin on it so it
gets better
My statement about me:
There are so many men in the world, why pick me. Pick me because
i`m single black independant and free. Get at what ya hear and not
what you see I `m prophetic by nature, don`t watch me watch tv.
My motto:
you can choose to be a a boy or a man, but its whats inside that
really counts.
Male by birth, Man by choice.
Get it how you live
Get at me
And Now for a little poety
I call this one
Heartbreak
My love is like a cave
It does not end
Its rocks come out and carry me in
There is another cave where i can go to when i'm sad
My heart belonged to just one
A strange and beautiful girl
I find myself dreaming of her constantly
I could wonder in her eyes for hours
I try to embrace the moment but alas i cannot
I do not speak cannot speak
conversation only brings us closer
i wonder of a place we used to know
a place of love a place of peace
we used to brush the moon on nights like these
now she is gone and so is this place
i heard the flowers whisper"go to her."
my emotions are twisted
dancing fighting i cannot decide which
i cant to hurt to afraid
i must keep on looking on
i look for miles
lost on a night bound road
i wonder in agonizing pain
i thrust my fist through the closed window
blood gushes
i feel nothing
pain is nothing
life is nothing
time is nothing
others are nothing
will i survive
will i ever see this girl again
will move on
will i forget
will i pursue another
i'm confused
i'm dead
is this reality
or is this just a dream
thought about but not spoken
Next
too many ladies in the world for me it seems i cant make a
choice
with beauty and attitude and what we see i cannot see her inner
voice
u like me for what u see u say my mind is so perplexed
so superficial not me i say, sorry baby but next
u love my mind and what i'm about you say that sometimes u feel
vexed
well if u want me u must understand the reason that i must say
next
u say that i'm different, not like other men u say i dont even like
sex
well gurl understand that i love what i am, im a man and i have to
say next
u say i'm so cool and i treat u so nice u want me to be in ur
life
well if thats all true then plz be my boo better yet gurl plz be my
wife
My Life
Did you know that America uses a Third/ fourth grade Literacy test
in order to find out how many prisons to build for the future. Do
you know what kinds of faces we primarily see in prison? Our own,
we see black males. We see fathers, uncles, grandfathers, cousins,
friends, and brothers.
As African Americans, we make up between 12-14% of the population
in the United States, yet we make up 46-50% of the population in
the state and federal prisons of the United States of America.
This brings about an intriguing question?
Why, why is it that I have to be black?
You think this is what I wanted, people say black is whack?
Is it to fail at life, to remain immature?
Or to rise up as myself, prolong, and endure?
All of these questions are legit that I ask,
To the question of who, who gave me this mask.
Was it my mother or father that started my task?
Another question arises, why, why give me this mask.
Why a mask of pain, a mask of tears?
A mask of people persecuted through the years.
A mask of innocence a mask poorly built,
A mask that majority sees full of guilt.
A mask of champions, a mask of great cheers,
A mask in the dark that brings tremendous fear.
A mask of intelligence, a mask that was taught,
A mask of stupidity that was easily bought.
Or could this mask become something great
Something just so gigantic, something I could relate.
Could there be a mystery that I have not solved
An accomplishment that overstepped me, I wasn?t involved.
But yes, I was, I was there every day.
There was me, myself, and I had to stay.
I was there for the lows; I was there for the highs
I was there for hellos, I was there for goodbyes.
But good byes always seem to linger down deep in your soul.
It just sits no matter if you?re young or if you?re old.
For the sake of me, I lest not forget.
The names of all loved ones whose time was quickly spent.
I tell the story from one person to another,
A story of wonder which is that of my brother.
I sit one cold night and listen in despair
Of a time that?s long past through which none would care.
That?s false I say, for my bother I cared.
The same day he left me I became oh so scared.
My brother was part of me my brother was my all.
Living without my brother, I?ve tried not to crawl.
Not crawl in the sense of on knees and hands,
But an emotional crawl into becoming a real man.
It?s taken many years to shape me and mold
It seemed I was too young for the story to be told.
So I pressed on through the hurt and through all the frost
I am almost a man and am 17 years old, but still I am lost
They say men don?t cry they do not even shed tears
Men are scared of nothing they remain with no fears.
I beg to differ in my own unique light.
As a young black male, I?m scared and I?ve just begun the
fight.
You see, America is set up for people like me to fail.
The only place I should end up is clanking cans in jail.
No I refuse to be forgotten. I refuse to be let go
I refuse to be made little, I say no, no, and no.
I refuse to let myself be drug down, I refuse to be mystic.
I refuse to become a loser; I refuse to be a statistic.
I will not be one of the many; I will be one of the few.
I will be myself and live my life; I will be one of you.
So when you see me in the street with my pants up and my shirt
ironed flat.
Do not be afraid to say now would you look at that.
Do you see that young man with his head held high,
He is the real hero, but I wonder why?
Could it be my final goals, or what I plan to do?
Or is it what I?m doing, what I?ve done? or what I do?
If you see me on your block, please don?t just stop and wonder,
Say hello, be polite, I will be in college after the summer.
I have no baby?s mamas, I have no police record, I?m honest, I?m
intelligent, and I am me. I was Molded in the image of Jesus Christ
my Lord, but it?s not just me its all young black men.
We should be diligent workers to attain our goals.
We are the future even if we are only 15, 16, 17 years old.
Little Johnny was 7 years old and like
other boys
his age rather
curious.
He had been hearing quite a bit
about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered
what it was and how it was done.
One day he took his question to his
mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of
explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide
behind the curtains one night and watch his older
sister and her boyfriend.
This he did. The following morning,
Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother.
"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for
a while, then he turned off most of the lights.
Then he started kissing and hugging her. I
figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started
looking funny.
He must have thought so too, because he
put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart,
just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as
smart as the doctor because he seemed to have
trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting
sick too, because pretty soon both of them started
panting and getting all out of breath.
His other hand must have been cold
because he put it under her skirt.
About this time 'Sis got worse and began
to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide
down toward the end of the couch. This was when her
fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis
told him she felt really hot.
Finally, I found out what was making
them so sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his
pants somehow. It just jumped out of his pants
and stood there, about 10 inches long,
honest, anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from
getting away.
When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her
eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and
she started calling out to God and stuff like that. She
said it was the biggest one she's ever seen; I
should tell her about the ones down at the lake by
our house!
Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the
eel by biting its head off.The eel spit on her face
a little bit and then, All of a sudden she
grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he
took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it
over the eel's head to keep it from biting again.
Sis lay back and spread her legs so she
could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying
on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a
fight. Sis started groaning and squealing and
her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess
they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it
between them.
After a while they both quit moving and
gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure
enough, they killed the eel. I knew because it just
hung there, limp, and some of its insides were
hanging out.
Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired
from the battle, but they went back to courting
anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again. By
golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up
and started to fight again.
I guess eels are like cats- they have nine
lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and
tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35
minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew
it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel
its skin off and flush it down the toilet.
And thats wat happened
the next day mommy went to Sis' boy friend and battled the ell
too
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