On wings of integrity: I'm not happy, I'm not sad. I'm Maria

Monday, December 21, 2009

I'm not happy, I'm not sad. I'm Maria

And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, Ain’t got the time to easy your mind,I’m on some other shit.
Know what you’re fuckin with? A young star, baby! Ever met a nigga like me? Not at all, baby.
A coach player, I could show you how to ball, baby. And live today, Cause I ain’t worried about tomorrow, baby. You heard my song, You seen my face around, So now it’s you and me, So take this good weed and break it down. Spot boppers, Shawty talkin bout skating now.
And given brains, Let me know just what she thinkin bout. Burning trees, Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. Gettin all this money, With all these honeys I could make em pout. Now I could make you smile, Or I can make you moan. Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. Want me to break you off? I’m thinking more about the money, The money’s what I’m thinking about.

-Wiz K, There actually Isn't enough photos of this god sent man.

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for"

Richard Siken