Johnathan reminded me of this joint. That's it, I'm off.
The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood 
Copyright © 2009 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved.
Great flashback!!
A reminder that nothing has changed while everything has changed...
Thanks!
Maybe I'm just overtired from staying up so late last night drinking cheap champagne, but this made me choke up. I can't explain it.
ahhhh Another great flashback from TNC. I know a lot of you out there are too young to have been bobbin yours heads to this back in 92...a good day indeed...
alas, the Lakers will never beat the Supersonics again... eat a d*ck, Clay Bennett.
This is one of those hip-hop tracks that doesn't seem all that great when you realize just how much it relies upon the groove it samples ("Footsteps in the Dark" by The Isley Brothers). Kind of like every Puff Daddy track ever recorded. Oh well. Still a classic.
The friend of mine who used to blast this track while we cruised our suburban MA town still talks about how absurd it was that Cube (or whatever persona he uses in this song) would actually keep track of his stats during a pick-up hoops game and brag about having a triple double. It is pretty absurd. One more rebound and I'll be Jason Kidd. FUCK YEAH. If you're just f'ing around and playing pick-up, why would you keep track of your stats?
A Fat Burger would have hit the spot around 2 AM last night.
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Obama's prezident
I think today calls for some poetry too:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
You're so silly!
Props out to Julio G back on radio Los Santos.