“All right, that was my moment with loneliness. I’m not afraid of feeling lonely, but now I’m going to put that loneliness aside and know that there are other emotions in the world, and I’m going to experience them as well”—Morrie Schwartz
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”
She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”
To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, BITCH”
Dane: Chocolate, this thing is insane, so sweet and smooth it’s here to sooth my pain, sets me free, into a cocoa inception dream like reality, give me a break like kit kat, and oh i think it’s fatality, yo i’m hungry so grab me a snickers, anything, even a bunch of i love chocolate bumper stickers, cause yeah, i’m down like jay sean for that melting little sweet stuff, indulge on a twix when i need a moment when it’s getting rough, ferrero rocher, yeah, magical chocoballs of life, it’s so sweet and delicious i can call it my first wife ohhh!
If one day she may lecture me on how I should focus on school and my future first, to open my eyes and see clearly, putting aside friends and love because she may think they are temporary, I will respectfully tell her that, “Mom, my friends and my love are my future.” This is just the way I feel.
How two people who love each other very much, who seldom argue are not allowed to spend time with each other because of distance, but you got people here who have every chance to be together not taking upon their opportunities or they’re wasting it arguing/cheating and other such. Appreciate what you got or life will help you do it.
And what more could I ask for, when my absence affects you? It’s a feeling in my stomach that tells me, I am still very much what I first was to you. My eyes match up with yours, the spaces in our fingers, our lips touch, and being by my side. You wish I was by your side again. Well guess what? You aren’t alone, I too want it all back, we’re doing this together, until one day again, we can fall into each others arms. Your selfishness melts my heart away in the fact on how much I run through your mind, you aren’t wrong for doing so, I enjoy it. Yes, the distance doesn’t make it any easier, and how time and distance keeps us from contact from time to time, causing us to miss each other more, just remember, we’re doing this together.
The focus is to get as many people as possible to continue on what the previous person has written. The topic is how hip hop shaped and influenced you, it can be up to 5-10 bars, as long as it rhymes and flows…Let’s begin!
Supremethedream: Hip hop saved me, gave me hope and inspiration. Never neglected me in this cold-hearted nation. My motivation, kept me grounded cause hip hop is my foundation. Always been loyal to me, treats me like royalty, Cause it was my first love, like J. Appleseed and his apple tree.
Labella: More than a music genre, but a lifestyle Bouncin’ off basslines, rhymes, mouths of the juvenile. And onto the brick walls, hip-hop can whip and dip into art Into clothes, as a prose pattern to tear them sneakers apart. The voices from the streets, the warm spot on the concert seat While others “kill ‘em with kindness”, we “kill ‘em with the beat”. And those dirty-walkin’ tricks be sayin’ “Hip-hop is dead!” Shit-talkin’ with sharp tongues as if they was over its deathbed. But look around: See, livin’ without hip-hop? Unavoidable sin. Hip-hop ain’t a dead genre, it’s the Heaven you’re livin’ in.
verbalessence: Turn the beat up a little louder. Walked the boy with the boom box who couldn’t be prouder, preaching his beats as he walks rhythms with his feet. The bass send vibrations as Blue scholars sweep the nation with their flowing creation, and you can even hear their dj do his turn table rotations. Hmm, what is this sound you hear? The hypnotic melody giving euphoria to your ears. This, this is the our generation’s creation. The youth, here to speak the truth as we teach the rest of the world that hip-hop is not here to preach but to educate us on life and how we are never the only ones who go through the strife. Talking about the real deal here, blasting souls of mischief in one ear. I can hear the rest of the world as they’re vibing, hip-hop must be the thing that keeps us alive then. Offering hope to those of have lost their way. You got hip-hop speaking for those of us we don’t know what to say.
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