She was a rider I met along the way
She told me I was one of a kind
So I called her true eyes
She disappeared, reappeared
And we started kickin it like homies do
Sometimes she’d flirt
Sometimes I’d flirt
But neither of us was ever serious
The only one who ever booed my playlist
I tried to teach her bout soul
But ended up bangin to (the beat of) her trap
Betrayed by my face
She saw a glimpse of my pain
As much as I tried
Couldn’t hide much from her true eyes
Mistake Parent Dogma- Using your kid(s) as a weapon against people without kids to enforce your morality even though your kid(s) was originally a mistake which you later got attached to, learned to love, and is now a “blessing” in your life.
There seems to be a new trend, (or maybe its been goin on a lot longer, I’m only in my 20’s) with people having unplanned babies ( I call em mistake babies cuz lets be honest with ourselves…) and that’s cool. Do you.
The problem however is when these unplanned parents use their new mistake baby to try and push their new found morality on you forgetting the fact that it was they who are actually the fuck ups. Why? Because you have a fucking mistake baby.
Love takes time, to heal, when your mom drops u on your head
I definitely understand the need and desire for mistake parents to change their ways and become more responsible for the sake of themselves and their mistake baby. That’s cool as fuck and I applaud you. But do the rest of us responsible people a favor and keep your smelly dogma to yourself cuz we’re tryna party our whole lives…
Just as we planned it.
Tomorrow’s Topic: Who’s the Daddy/Where’s the Mommy?
To dub a foreign film (in this case french, 8 1/2, Fellini) with the filmmakers native tongue based solely on the pitch, emotion, feeling, of the actors sound of voice rather the actual words they are speaking to create a new film whose spirit may or may not match the original.
The purpose of this style of dubbing is to prove the concept that the emotional content (emphasis, pitch, timing, delivery, etc) behind a word is more important to the understanding of communication than the actual word itself.
No more marches
Pupils of the West
Would rather riot not rally
You can tell between friend and foe
By the style in which they fight
The hesitant refuse to go for broke
Held back by hate
Jabbin for 12 rounds afraid to swing
The brave hearts are dying
Soon all will be dead
But the crazy hearts are steady twitchin
That lonely finger itchin
To bang bang
A needle to the spin from behind
Like a cactus, Jack
A demon exists
Inside her smile
Behind white gates
Made of calcium
Riddled with decay
It sleeps in a pit
Blanketed by darkness and dank
Made of muscle
But all talk
The strongest muscle
Can only talk