I like my men like I like my coffee full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody |
"I want you for my sweet pet, but you keep playing hard to get" |
This came on at the Janet Jackson concert in Baltimore and the place went wild! |
"They dressed him up warmly, and sent him to school,
and taught him how to fight to be nobody's fool." |
Word. |
"Why in the world are we here?
Surely not to live in pain and fear." |
A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories
A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties 100 Bad Days, by AJR |
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor.
-2Pac, Keep Ya Head Up And the best thing you ever done for me, is to help me take my life less seriously -Indigo Girls, Closer to Fine Cause shade never made anybody less gay, so -Taylor Swift, You Need to Calm Down And even after all my logic and my theory, I add 'motherfckr" so you ignorant n---as hear me. -Lauryn Hill, Zealots From Compton to Congress, set tripping all around, ain't nothing new but a flu of new demo-crips and re-blood-icans, red state versus a blue state. -Kendrick Lamar, Hood Politics |
Good one |
I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me
- Fiona Apple |
Used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah |
Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast
I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothin' but affection for all those who've sailed with me Everybody movin' if they ain't already there Everybody got to move somewhere Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow Things should start to get interesting right about now My clothes are wet, tight on my skin Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in I know that fortune is waitin' to be kind So give me your hand and say you'll be mine - Mississippi by Bob Dylan |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" |
Do you realize you that everyone you know, someday will die.
But instead of saying all your goodbyes, let them know that life goes fast, it’s good to make the good things last. |
You can build a mansion, but you just can't live in it.. |