Regardless of the dramas our personal lives contain, the trick to life is knowing that nothing remains constant; drama happens, but it doesn’t last. Issues are born, rise, are resolved, fade, and eventually lessons are learned that create stronger, wiser individuals.
Thing is, you have to push on through those hard times to reach the lesson. If you manage to do that, a brighter, better world opens up for you.
Don’t be so hasty to end your troubles that you deprive yourself of future greatness.
Express how you really feel. Don’t hold it back. Let us know. If it’s your opinion, it’s your opinion. There may be holes in your theory to poke through, but dammit, take ownership of it. Sometimes those debates give you an opportunity to come back and strengthen your resolve, and affirm what you believe in. Tell us how you really feel.
Otherwise, you fall subject to one of two categories of people. Ones who blindly follows what he or she is told, with little to no thought as to why.
Or you just go so hard that you give nigh a fuck about explaining yourself.
Conspiracies (The Illuminati, or whatever you want to call it)
Contrary to popular belief, knowledge is not ALWAYS power. Especially one’s perceived concept of knowledge.
I won’t officially claim to know if a “secret” society that everyone knows about does or doesn’t exist. I will say that I don’t buy into the bullshit that my so-called brothers and sisters are all too eager to buy into. I hate the double-standard.
I hate how someone can say, in the same breath “Man, Jay-Z worship da devil!” then turn around and exclaim “Waka Flocka is da shit! Gucci be bumpin’! Weed weed weed, alcohol alcohol alcohol, get dis money blah blah blah blah fucking blah.” It’s really, really old.
Let’s pose a question.
Let’s say “The Illuminati” DOES exist. Now what?
Are you going to stop supporting those artists?
Are you going to stop black youth from killing one another?
Are you going to undue every wrong that’s ever been done?
Are you going to end world hunger?
Are you going to fix the national healthcare crisis?
Are you going to end racial discrimination and ignorance across the country?
Are you going to start a revolution that uplifts the entire world, ushering in a new era of prosperity?
No. So shut the Hell up, and dance to that Jay-Z song you know you love so much.
The best policy isn’t always the easiest policy. Situations arrive within our social interactions that can often prove difficult, where lying would either preserve someone’s feelings or prevent further drama from unfolding. Like, that friend who’s spouse everyone knows is cheating. On one hand, you’re close to both parties. On the other, you know that this is unfair. When you’re confronted, what do you do?
More often than not, taking the easy way out can lead to making the situation worse. In this particular scenario, should you lie or pretend you don’t know what’s going on, and that friend finds out later, this could lead to trust issues. Likewise, the offender could feel as though you violated your shared friendship.
Even though, in this instance, the smartest thing to say is “Look, talk to your girl/man,” this is just a poor example. Life throws even more difficult scenes at us from time to time, where the best course of action is often unclear.
Which makes following the moral high ground that much harder. But, if you stay true, it almost always works out in the end.
I’ve never really considered myself to be deep in any way. I just like to think about things. And talk about what it is I’m thinking on occasion. Any fool can do this. It’s both the highest form of flattery to me, and a title I don’t think I’m worthy of. Having met/read about/interacting with people I consider to be deep, I feel like I’d have a long way to go to achieve that particular status.
“I’m not going to sit at your table and watch you eat, with nothing on my plate, and call myself a diner. Sitting at the table doesn’t make you a diner, unless you eat some of what’s on that plate. Being here in America doesn’t make you an American…. No I’m not an American, I’m one of the 22 million black people who are the victims of Americanism. One of the 22 million black people who are the victims of democracy, nothing but disguised hypocrisy…. I’m speaking as a victim of this American system. And I see America through the eyes of a victim. I don’t see any American dream; I see an American nightmare.”—Malcolm X
Lupe Fiasco’s much-anticipated new album “Lasers” hits stores and online Tuesday, March 8th 2011. The first single will premiere on Tuesday, October 26th right here on LupeFiasco.com first! #GenerationLasers you ready? Let’s go!
Boogie Down Productions, Rob Base, Dana Dane, Marley Marl, Olatunji, Chuck D, Ray Charles, EPMD, EU, Alberta Hunter, Run-D.M.C., Stetsasonic, Sugar Bear, John Coltrane, Big Daddy Kane, Salt-n-Pepa, Luther Vandross, McCoy Tyner, Biz Markie, New Edition, Otis Redding, Anita Baker, Thelonious Monk, Marcus Miller, Branford Marsalis, James Brown, Wayne Shorter, Tracy Chapman, Miles Davis, Force MDs, Oliver Nelson, Fred Wesley, Maceo, Janet Jackson, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis, George Clinton, Count Basie, Mtume, Stevie Wonder, Bobby McFerrin, Dexter Gordon, Sam Cooke, Parliament-Funkadelic, Al Jarreau, Teddy Pendergrass, Joe Williams, Wynton Marsalis, Phyllis Hyman, Sade, Sarah Vaughn, Roland Kirk, Keith Sweat, Kool Moe Dee, Prince, Ella Fitzgerald, Dianne Reeves, Aretha Franklin, Bob Marley, Bessie Smith, Whitney Houston, Dionne Warwick, Steel Pulse, Little Richard, Mahalia Jackson, Jackie Wilson, Cannonball AND Nat Adderley, Quincy Jones Marvin Gaye, Charles Mingus AND Marion Williams.
We wanna thank you all for makin’ our lives just a little brighter here on We Love Radio!
I freestyle frequently everyday, but only in my head. Some of the cats I know from back home (if you’re reading this, I’m talking about you, E.U.) and that I’ve met up here in Philly have made it both intimidating and enticing to try my hand at it. There’s a cypher every Friday at 1 P.M. Eventually I’m going to start participating.
I daydream about different graphics or art pieces I could be doing if I wasn’t so lazy, but it’s very rare that I get around to doing it.
I have a love/hate relationship with piracy. While it gives me access to a music library that I couldn’t possibly afford legally, it also makes me feel like I’m not supporting my favorite artists.
I have a Samson complex, i.e., I feel as though my hair is directly proportionate to my confidence level. As it grows longer, I grow bolder.
I still get goosebumps when a pretty girl calls me cute or handsome. Not too long ago I thought I was an unattractive mess. I don’t really care as much about how other perceive me now, but it’s always nice to know someone finds a brother relatively attractive.
I never know where to look when I see a group of pretty girls walking my way. I usually make awkward eye contact once or twice and then pretend like something more interesting is happening behind me, or up in the sky, or down on the sidewalk.
I’m going to have to set this chick straight before she gets on my bad side. These little snide comments on my FB status aren’t cute. And her overall personality is starting to irk me. I take partial responsibility for not making things clear from the jump, but that’s no excuse for not knowing how to act.
We’re going to shut this down before it has the chance to become an issue.
“I once knew a man who wanted to drive across the country in under 24 hours. Whenever it wouldn’t work, he would abandon his car, stop another, kill the family inside and try it again. You see, it was always the car that was the issue. He never once considered that it was the idea that was impossible. I always admired that”—The Joker (from the Joker graphic novel)
I was going to attempt to deliver a well-thought out retrospective post about society in general based on last night’s experience, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to present my state of mind in a refined manner. So, instead, I’m going to run up in it raw.
Last night was probably the first night I’ve ever had the opportunity to take part in a one-nighter. I went out with my peoples to this spot deep in North Philly, which was dope, and everyone was having a generally good time.
There was this chick who came out with us, who I’ve never met before, and hadn’t given a second thought to until last night. As I was walking back to our general spot in the club, said chick literally threw herself at me. At first it was just whatever, she wasn’t the best dancer, but she was trying to build her confidence up, I thought at first. And, like with many things, my reaction is just to go with the flow. Slowly, this dance transitions to me picking her up off the ground, to laying her down, to some slow grinding, until her lips met mine. I’m not certain how long we were there, but it felt like we spent an eternity, lips locked, in the corner of this club.
At some point, I hear her whisper something along the lines of “let’s get out of here?” and I snapped back to reality. Ultimately, I pulled her aside and said we should slow things down, maybe get to know each other better. But, for the life of me, I can’t decide why I didn’t go through with it. She wasn’t the prettiest, or the ugliest, and I’m almost certain now we could have gone our separate ways afterwards. But still, that red flag raised in my head, and I called it off. And, not that I regret it, but I’m not even sure if I would have made the same decision had I had the opportunity to replay that moment.
I think I’m trying to find myself here, but I have no idea where to start. Hopefully I’ll have figured out my stance on things before the same scenario plays out again.