tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820300790877271142024-02-21T04:48:37.312-08:00A Kid Named VilleI put my life on a notepad and hope that its feltY0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-63202677060559165832010-04-15T12:09:00.001-07:002010-04-15T12:09:27.049-07:00formspring.meAsk and you shall receive an answer... <a href="http://formspring.me/BlakThought" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/BlakThought</a>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-30912218924600112942009-11-21T22:31:00.000-08:002009-11-21T22:33:26.721-08:00Untitled<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You've heard the song. Well i have too and the Money, Cars, and Clothes... i suppose i want them too. but not the same song eveyone else sings. a life oppisite of poverty. i dont need the "material" things. Pressured by the mistakes made my the ones before me, i pray for guidance hoping the lord wont ignore me. visions of what the future holds in each hand for me. if ever exhausted from life i pray the lord restore me. what ever hand life hands me hoping to play it witfully. i cant lose because i cant afford to. failures not an option when success is unfimiliar to the ones before you. you presented with the option to break the cycle or let it continue. do things differently and never let your family go thru what you went thru. afford a better life for your wife. a better one than you had. be a good husband and dad. common burdens that rest on the mind of a young man, learn from their mistakes provide a better life if you can. never allow yourself to be told you cant or you wont. because your family will fail if you dont. burdens that burn in my brain at night when i lay, so i make descisions that effect my life tomorrow and not just today. i wanna be a success. be the reason my family never suffers. i wanna be the reason my kids say they had a good father and mother. so when life is hard and i feel i cant go any longer. the broad future i seek is what makes me stronger.</span><br />
</div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-76682538720730283882009-11-21T22:11:00.000-08:002009-11-21T22:33:51.820-08:00Untitled<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As thoughts accumalate in my head and shit builds on my chest. i think to myself "I gotta push it off and lay my thoughts to rest" kill em before they become actions, and i find myself doing things that dont add up like fractions, strife is always present but joy is present in fragments, its a task in this world to keep ur head amisdt of all the madness. soberiety is a bitch and so is the life i live, when you've given everything you have what else is there to give? left with nothing in my grasp, all i know is to take, the happiness in my life i seek and the emotions i need to shake, u can always hear the rip when ur heartbreaks, but only few know the courage that love takes, especially when its easier to hate, but loving is such a hard task, instead of try id rather drown my problems in a flask, so i can slow my roll, because i hate living fast, a life i dont want to last, afraid of re-visiting the past, so i pray that the lord hears my prayers and grants me the peace that i ask..</span><br />
</div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-36229295648811828102009-08-26T20:29:00.000-07:002009-08-26T20:47:49.964-07:00Bored thoughts make this. lol<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm so gone like Cudi or Drake. do you hear yourself wit the accusations you make? I'm tryna make a better future for us, but it seems like lately all we do is fuss, i tell my boys but they ain't no help they telling me i should leave you on the shelf, but wit you i wanna share success and wealth and besides leaving you is bad for my health. i tell em I'm too deep, its too late to turn back now, my fellas asking hold on how? say hold on now, but its too late to turn back now, or try to move in a different direction, now a days decisions i make are harder than erections, I'm trying real hard to stay in this relationship, its like our chances are 50/50, so let the coin flip. and when it hits the floor, lets hope it lands on us, because the other side, will be the end of us. saying goodbye to you is something i cant do, so any problems that we have i wanna work thru, i wanna make you smile, when your feeling blue,and rest my hand on your thigh while laying next to you, and my fellas saying focus on these Otha hoes, they say i need to have fun and live by P.O.L.O (Players Only Live Once), but if players only live once then i must live twice, I'm not a player I'm the type that wants to take a wife. so c'mon babi lets love free and forget the strife, I wanna love you till the end i need you in my life.</span> </div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-49306625646019080542009-08-26T16:35:00.000-07:002009-08-26T20:26:03.730-07:00Soul Searching<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Hello World, im writin this blog because i felt it was very necessary. writing is one of the very few ways i can release. when i write, im able to leave this world i live in and some how put myself in another. it relieves the stress that builds on my chest every second that im breathing. Latley i've found myself in various mind states. im up one day and down the next and i often question why im like that. truth is i dont know. i guess im jus at that stage in my life where im confronted with so many options, but at the same time, presented with no options at all. (feel me?) as a young male teen, and black at that, i know that alot is required of me. and alot is expected, from God, from my parents, my religous leaders, my girlfriend. often wondering if im good enough to please God and my parents, and concerned about wether im able to keep my girlfriend happy. wondering if my parents see me as the good kid i am, hoping they dont totally hate the person i am, or the person ive become. aware that im not the same Emanuel. i have to realize they only want the best for me and i shouldnt live in the moment like i tend to do. and on the other hand im soo scared to commit because i cant totally trust my girl, due to issues im dealing with myself, i cant expect her to trust me when i cant trust her completely. so what do we have? im so worried about her getting with another nigga that i flip on her whenever she mentions one. not realizing that im probably pushing her away in the process. i find myself jus desiring alot but i find myself no where in the posistion to obtain it. i see the way i want to be, but i snap back to reality and see that thats jus not me. but these are jus a few of the struggles i face when i wake up. aware that some have it worse. im also aware that others have it ALOT better. i jus wish i was as fortunate. Being Emanuel isnt easy. for those who think im just this jolly person ALL THE TIME, you are very wrong, i hide my struggle behind the smile you see. So for those who assume, come walk a mile in my shoes.</span> </div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-33123965805923097872009-08-25T16:43:00.001-07:002009-08-25T16:56:44.292-07:00Usher in the new...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">so the summers over and schools back in session. at first i was kinda resenting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">walkin</span> back in the doors of <span style="color:#ff0000;">P</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">F</span>,but it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> until i did that i realized how much i missed everybody. It was mad cool <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">kickin</span> it wit everyone once again. it was like one big '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span> social event. well it pretty much was, but one that was organized for a more educational purpose. SCHOOL. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. i rocked rude <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">skinny's</span> for the first time. i usually <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">wudnt</span> wear <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">cus</span> my knot wont fit. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. j/p. but i put together a pretty decent outfit. i got a lot of good/bad feedback. all the bad was mostly from the dudes. but the real cool ones gave props. but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">otha</span> than the social part, <span style="color:#ff0000;">P</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">F</span> has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">jus</span> gotten GAY. the administration and all the new rules are ridiculous. u used to be able to have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ur</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">fone</span> at school. but now if your caught it gets taken?.... 3!+(# <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">yu</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">aint</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">takin</span> my phone. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> and then u used to be able to bring hats as long as they're not on in the building. but now if you even have it in your hand its confiscated... UGH <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. but sadly but gladly i wont be at PF for long. i leave in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">October</span> and will be transferring to <span style="color:#006600;">P</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">J</span><span style="color:#006600;">C</span>. so i can grad in the summer of 2010. so i can finally start MY LIFE <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> it for this update. Stay tuned ill be updating soon. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'M</span> OUT!</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-37481228948707120012009-08-18T12:47:00.000-07:002009-08-18T12:51:24.782-07:00Worthy Of A Queen<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Flawless. Fly effortlessly. One can only wonder how she might be obtained and the wonders she may bring if she were. A Queen fit only for a King. Will that be I. This day or this night, or even this lifetime, will I spend my lifetime with her? Will God bless me and give me that chance coveted by so many. To lay with her as she invites me into her world. To see what she sees and feel what she feels. Let her rest her head on my chest and fall asleep to the melodies that my heart sings to her. Because for her, it beats. For her I would lay down my life for without her I'm nothing. She's the clothes I wear. So I pray she survives this cruel world because without her I'm naked. But when my words are found and confined to the depths of her heart. How will she see me. Am I just another, or am I the King that deserves her. If so then let us walk in harmony. And lye in peace. Because for me it is truly an honor to be worthy of a Queen.</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-86242514484170519652009-08-17T21:39:00.000-07:002009-08-17T21:40:21.570-07:00Bittersweet Poetry<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2uYk670HOY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2uYk670HOY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-11695162820436552422009-08-17T15:30:00.000-07:002009-08-18T12:58:58.240-07:00Kiss The Summer Goodbye<div align="justify"><a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/bluetranquility/High%20School/HighSchoolScrapbook00063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/bluetranquility/High%20School/HighSchoolScrapbook00063.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> Ah... well its about that time of the year where you put ur board shorts on the shelf and pick up ur book bags and get ready to fill them with spiral and composition note pads and 3 prong folders for the seven classes you'll be seeing for the next 180 weekdays. yep its time to kiss the summer goodbye and the new school clothes and the smell of your homeroom classes hello. School is back in session and its back with a vengeance. not only do you see your friends from last year. but you also see the people you were beefin wit last year or over the summer too. that's always a joy. and O yea who doesn't love the school lunches? they're always great (NOT). the only thing great about a new school year is being one year closer to being out of that hell hole lol. When you get pass the hype of the things of high school you see it for what it is.... High school. lol the high school parties and the high school dances, homecoming week, and sporting events. Sure they are entertaining but i just believe life doesn't start until after this place. it doesn't start until I kiss this place goodbye. But for now I'm kissing the summer goodbye and these halls hello. Until the day i bless the college campus.</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-16367699688443734612009-08-17T14:17:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:52:16.244-07:00A Crazy Saturday Night<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWeaOmKc5TJHmeJRSdMe5e3L-ZHN9Yor9L22NrvVA-iAC-TRNxFdOxXenZ05mwRsHQ3tz1Qljcs73tslqZ-LiaADmPV5rqj7JxziMNdw6TswYUgRpyki1M9vqdpl8V7iHnhfa9PqOZWy3/s1600-h/Crazy.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049332875508434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWeaOmKc5TJHmeJRSdMe5e3L-ZHN9Yor9L22NrvVA-iAC-TRNxFdOxXenZ05mwRsHQ3tz1Qljcs73tslqZ-LiaADmPV5rqj7JxziMNdw6TswYUgRpyki1M9vqdpl8V7iHnhfa9PqOZWy3/s200/Crazy.bmp" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haha ok so for those who dont know this would be my lovely lady Quaysha. we been going strong for about 5 months now. and whenever we're together we have a blast. so let me tell yu about my saturday night. So the day starts of with me wakin up and going to work dealing with "The children of the corn" at C.E.C (Chuck E. Cheese's). after i clock off work and come home me and her start chatting it up about what we want to do that night. and pondering ways ill be able to see her. So things didnt really work out cus my pops took my lil bros to the movies so therefore i couldnt get the car. So i ended up going to the movies wit my lil bros and she ended up babysitting. So im in the movie watchin Distric 9 (go see it and get that in your life) and i get a text. it reads "I got the car, im bout to come get you. we're bored and im trying to get you to come liven it up. So im like ok thats cool. So my movie ends and theyre on the road, and on the phone with me (cus well they aint know where they were at lol) and they finally get to the rave. so were driving and we're leaving the rave and as we get to the exit a cop flashes his light in the car. so here we are blinded and frightend of getting pulled over (cus we were in her neighbors big ass truck lol) we head out to the street and get stuck in traffic. so reggie and dominique are lookin back lookin for the cop while me and quay are lookin at the road tryna find an opening to get to the street. lol. so we get one and she punches it. so we ridin up the street and everyone is panicking. i say "baby pull over and let me drive. so we pull over at fleet and we switch. i get in the drivers seat and get onto the road. as im drivin i realize its mad dark. so i look at the ground and realize my lights arent on. so im like omg where are my lights. so we're riding tryna find the light switch and we finally find it. lol. so while we're riding we're all flipping out about how she drove all the way there without her lights on lol. yea it was a crazy night. but fun at that. jus thot id share cus well i had to tell sumone lol. thats it for this update. <strong>IM OUT</strong></span><br /></div></span>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-32624504051280042932009-08-08T12:32:00.000-07:002009-08-08T12:40:26.745-07:00Untitled<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Rain drops on my window. Does the lord cry because he feels my pain. But I will not weep. My heart is tough but my mind is fragile. It wanders. It travels. It flys above the clouds while my problems burn away in the ashtray. My mental is infiltrated with obsession and depression. Obssesed with my desires and depressed with thoughts of not obtaining them. So shake it I must. Keep my mind fried I will. I inhale numbness and exhale emotion. Pain and stress is now unfimiliar. the kush clouds the lines in my brain to ease the pain and ease my mind and keep me on cloud nine where I float above the things of this world. No worries and no fears. My pain dissappears. higher up I've gone and now I'm flying high with grey birds. grey shots burn in my chest to help me write my words. Words hard felt by those who don't know my inner conflict. my inner struggle. But I prefer to keep it subtle. Drown it instead of deal wit the issues of soberiety and the issues of the society I inhabit. the issues that inhabit me. I can't close my eyes I want too much. A life that I live laveshly. Afraid to blink cus I might miss my chance to grab it. Do I deserve the desires of my heart or possess the drive to have it. Praying that the puffs of the la help my fly, I wave goodbye as I leave my troubles on the ground. Sleeping on clouds dreaming of having the world. Sittin on top and never coming down.</span> </div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-74208711078648055462009-07-31T23:18:00.001-07:002009-07-31T23:30:57.412-07:00Like drizzy im...<div align="justify"><a href="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m402/hines_brian09/SoFarGone.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m402/hines_brian09/SoFarGone.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">From now on im no longer assuming. im not expectin the worst nor the best about things. im jus going to sit back and chill and jus let the chips fall where they may. i jus feel like i cant make things go the way i want them because i have no control over them. so why try when i can jus watch from the sideline. when your not playin in the game you cant get injured right??? and thats how i feel. i honestly believe that if things are meant then they'll happen so im not gonna stress. i jus gotta work on gettin my head back. cus your too attached when you get offended so easily and i find mysel<span style="font-size:100%;">f</span> doin that alot. im jus be cool about things from now on maybe non chalant is the way to go. so thats it for this update. IM OUT.</span> </div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-88171427480010570952009-07-07T18:19:00.000-07:002009-07-07T18:40:59.160-07:00Dedication<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Music hits hard but i feel no pain. only the pain that i feel already. it speaks to me during my darkest and loneliest times. it tells me it knows how i feel because its been there before. it gives me the best advice when i need it. heartbreak, hard times, long days, bad days. it tells me what i need to hear not what i want to hear. it helps me flow my thoughts through my fingers on to this keyboard for you to read it and feel what i feel. its my natural muse. since its the root word in music its only right that i give credit where its due. when I'm blue i turn it on and drift away, whether it be the smooth notes of a sax on a KG CD, or the S.L.A.B beats and spoken word of the rapper Z-ro, every song has its own story. never repeating itself unless i press repeat on my stereo. its my counselor. i bring to it the troubles of my world. and it drowns them in its many melodies. not replacing my god with music itself, but it gives me wisdom and understanding when I'm too deep in my troubles to hear him. vibrations is what I'm into. many melodic notes transmitted to my mental. the words placed perfectly withs instrumentals. my friend when i have none. so music, this is a dedication to you.</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-36479964289636791722009-07-06T20:40:00.000-07:002009-07-06T20:53:19.978-07:00Puppy Love =] (031609)<a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/71/l_8709519704804ce4830e0083d7db0f39.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/71/l_8709519704804ce4830e0083d7db0f39.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So this is my babygirl. we been going strong for about 4 months now and im lookin forward to many more months to come (possibly years) coming into this school year the words "relationship" "commitment" and even "love" were nothing i wanted to be involved with. but since i've met her i couldnt refuse her. she's like my bestfriend, my shrink when i need to talk, and when im hurtin she's my personal trainer (hehe). my life before was great and my life with her now is greater than before so i'd hate to see how life is without her. im her rock when she needs me to be. we bicker and we fight sometimes about trivial stuff but not one moment does the thought of leaving her cross my mind. baby you got me and i love yu dearly. hopefully we can overcome all obstacles TOGETHER. </span> <br /><div></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-5522921362474016432009-06-17T08:34:00.000-07:002009-06-17T08:48:21.468-07:00black boy white boy<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">ok so ive come to the conclusion that dressing like white people is jus easier for me. no discrimination type ish cus well i love white people and my black people. but dressing urban is jus so damn elaborate and what not. u gotta match this, and match this color wit this hat, and yu gotta have these j's. when really im like f.ck it let me jus go get a v-neck thats fairly tight so i can show off my frame (so everybody notice i been workin out) and some flip flops or sperrys. and call it a day. and well since all that retro ish is goin on right now, and the whole polo movement, im sure niggas will eat that ish up. so no more enyce, girbaud, polo, miskeen, or coogi for me. simply because i no longer like huge clothes and refuse to pay $100 for one pair of jeans sneakers or a shirt. (i work hard for my money) i think i'll rather roll wit the old navy, hollister, and american eagle. its alot cheaper and its comfortable. but dont get me wrong. im not giving up on urban clothes and sneakers completely. i might buy some ed hardy or a pair of dunks every now and then. so im thru wit this update i'll be updatin again soon. </span>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-22704504713275372702009-06-11T14:35:00.000-07:002009-06-11T14:54:38.954-07:00'Ville Speaks Vol. 2<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ok so here i am kickin it live again. im back on this blog touchin on another topic. so if ur familiar wit the blog. and u read "'Ville Speaks Vol. 1" yu would know i touched on females. but for this volume im touchin on niggas. not jus any niggas tho. im talkin bout them "hatin ass, green n the face, fat ass, no ab havin, think yu the ish cus u pulled one lame dame, gump ass niggas" (gump means slow mo, retarded like forrest gump) and if u a nigga and yu qualify and yu read this. <span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;">this is about yu</span>. and i wont be before yu long. but what ima touch on first is how niggas open they mouth bout how good they look and ish but the females they pull in aint even up to par. i mean like really if yu gon brag bout that... u should kill yourself. second thing is niggas who have the audacity to sit there and critsize anotha nigga for the female that he has, but they want. the way i feel is. "Bitch if yu want her but anotha nigga has her, he obviously throwin better game than ur lame ass can even fathom. so quit bein stuck on stupid and wipe the drool off the corner of your mouth yu gump nigga. third, is something i cant stand. if yur the nigga that i haved described above. and u know that a nigga is goin wit a girl, dont do some greenass junk like try to spit to that nigga girl. thats the most disrespectful junk yu could do man. cus like really thats some P.A.S. and if u do it to me and i call u out on it. do try to get gully cus trust me im bout mine. we can do it. i aint hard to find and yu know where i be. jus say the word. i'll make sure to invite my chic. and expose your gump ass in front of her to show her how much of a lame u are. u feel me. but i dont and u dont want me to go there i dont care if a nigga gave it to yu in navigation DO NOT GO THERE. so dont push me... but that ends this volume i'll be updatin on another topic soon.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">im out</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-6896346756240278782009-06-08T14:26:00.001-07:002009-06-08T14:35:07.566-07:00reportin live, from the library<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Haha so check it, im currently doing this summer school thing and all. so far its not that bad except i gotta be here ALL DAY. so im chillin in the library cus i got this big ass gap in between both of my classes. so here i am kickin it to you folks. so to start off my day was ok besides the fact i got rushed out the house, my shirt got dirty, and i had to drop 64 dollars on my books. UGH. but besides the fact, i met two of my oooold elementary school classmates that i have a class wit so im not a total loner, and also my girl and my nigga dre' got classes too so seein them in between mine is str8. haha and especially the "double dragon" and "i'll pinch yo neck nigga" incidents lol. <---(insider). and lunch was decent too i had fun chattin wit my two homegirls Faith and Naomi (i bully her soo badly lol ima stop tho) but so far so good but i gotta fix this schedule shxt. but thats all for this update i'll be at yall soon.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">IM OUT</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-12572696731201868842009-05-26T16:45:00.000-07:002009-05-26T16:53:53.559-07:00aint that bout a bxtch<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ok so a couple weeks ago my comp contracted an std (virus) haha lol whatever. but anyway it contracted a virus and whatnot. we couldnt do anything on it. i tried to fix it but i did not prevail. so my sister restored the whole computer. she deleted my dxmn limewire (myfirstlove) and my dxmn iTunew (mybxtch) so. here i am musicless because my ipod restored several days before the comp crashed. and my moms says i cant download my limewire back. =( so does anyone know anyother programs like limewire that wont fxck my shxt up? lol real talk. i'll be updating again soon.</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-34801110635612830112009-05-14T13:19:00.000-07:002009-05-14T13:51:16.323-07:00Life<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So ish has been mighty hard lately, im really startin to realize life is the bitch its made out to be. its really startin to f.ck me in my side. and well i need to get a grip cus its gettin the best of me. so im sittin here fighting for my sanity. cus i really am going insane wit the problems i face. i jus need an outlet. i need to get away. i need a vacation. yea that would help ALOT. but otha than the bitch side of life, im actually seeing that she is very much a lady. despite the times she flares up she smiles on me. i have a source of income and a beautiful girl in my corner. shes down for me. i guess its jus a matter of playin ur cards right. right? welp i'll be updatin again soon.<p></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">im out.</span> </span></span></span>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-82094547567238493912009-05-10T16:44:00.000-07:002009-05-10T16:53:44.938-07:00Just Thinking<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So they say "Love Is Pain" right??? And they also say "Pain is weakness leaving the body". So i was thinking, and well if "Love Is Pain" and "Pain is weakness leaving the body" whenever you get heartbroken you feel pain. So Pain = Love therefore "Love" is the weakness that leaves the body. therefore, it is evident that love is weakness. but because i love that doesn't make me weak. its the fact that i love her that makes her my weakness.... make sense? comment if yu feel me.</span></span>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-63446235347071246542009-04-14T18:16:00.000-07:002009-04-14T18:28:11.705-07:00This Type Of Love<object height="300" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5WgmbMW7Ek&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5WgmbMW7Ek&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"></embed></object>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-79015437696328909242009-04-02T10:37:00.000-07:002009-04-02T12:15:52.721-07:00Only Me<div align="justify"><a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/95/m_4ff7378d8a05426ca7ee8131073ec869.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/95/m_4ff7378d8a05426ca7ee8131073ec869.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">should i care that</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm not who you want me to be. i may not meet your expectations, but who are you to expect anything of me. should i really be concerned about how you see me? or should i be concerned about how i portray myself. should i care if you say that I'm not mature. or that I'm too mature for my age. that i know things i shouldn't but be frowned upon because i don't know things i should. is it bad that I'm afraid to fail. but what if i don't know how to succeed. can you really judge me? instead of extending your finger, extend a hand. don't judge me by my faults. not by the clothes i wear or the expensive things i may possess. take the time to understand where i come from. i flow my thoughts through a pen on to a pad and pray that they're felt. that they will close the mouths and open the ears of those who criticize me. that my words will open the eyes of those who see me through dirty lenses. those who cant fathom my demeanor. those who take my originality for duplicity. i dont intend to prove you wrong. i just want to help you understand why i am, who i am. no im not the best son, brother, student etc. but i dont build myself on that. i build myself on being the best me. i find serenity in being able to say, that at the end of the day "thats how emanuel would've done that" i dont live for you, i live for me, and you cant live my life. so let me live my life the way i choose to live it. so when i fail at something dont show me sympathy just show me respect. even though you dont understand why i made the descision i made respect the fact that i made it on my own. so if ever asked what i aspire to be, i'll simply reply the best me i can be. </span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-23849715155900430422009-03-30T16:04:00.000-07:002009-03-30T16:25:23.880-07:00Heaven (No Muse)<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I listen as she tells me her deepest thoughts and deepest secrets, Things shes held on her conscience for years. I listen and i feel her pain as if it were my own. my empathy for her is great and though i may not be able to relate, i try. as i take in her words i grow angry and anxiety courses through my veins. to think of the things she's been through and yet still feel the need or the want to still breathe. I think to myself that maybe god put her in my life or maybe I in hers to take away this sorrow, this sad song she sings continuously and replace it with joy. if so, then i acquire this task gladly. despite the few skeletons she holds in her closet that she never lets out to rest on the mind or soul of any other being. i count them as blessings instead of burdens, because through them, we are really able to connect. so despite the dark times we encounter, i still consider her to be a piece of heaven.</span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-41465982942853159612009-03-28T00:22:00.000-07:002009-03-30T17:19:29.682-07:00Untitled<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">young love, old habits. but is it that serious. maybe not. just deep infatuation, but u cant lose your head. stay focused and don't slip. don't fall. playing in the back of your mind "you know what happened last time" but your </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">gut feeling is telling yourself "I'm so ready, declare it" but u say "are u crazy" so here u are <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">there she is. when shes not with u shes on your mind. in over your head so pump your brakes man. calm down and take a breather. shes infiltrated your thoughts man. the same you'll never be, not now. u cant turn back, not because your not capable but because you'll never forgive yourself for letting her slip away. she's so perfect, heaven sent, and right for u. how god has smiled upon u for placing her in your life. so never will u turn away from her. deeply u care for her. u wonder whats running through her head and if shes thinking of u. if she wears her hair like that because she knows u like it. or if she kisses u the way she does because she feels the same. if she longs for your touch and the way u caress her hips in your absence. "shes quicksand man". at least that's what your boys tell u. "get yo swagger back kid" you tell your self. as u snap back to reality u realize this cant be happening, your too young and this is too early so your buggin. but r u really? don't panic. you've been here before so u know how to handle yourself. just play it cool. and take things one day at a time. she's yours kid so don't worry about it. don't blow it. just play by ear and follow your heart. that always works. keep your head up and your heart pure. So as i step away from my mirror i crack a smile and say to myself "shes special, and shes mine" </span> </span></span>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882030079087727114.post-20654743752168073912009-03-03T21:24:00.001-08:002009-03-04T19:38:18.464-08:00Dreadlocks<a href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h15/maylina6690/bob-marley.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">talk about swagga. hers is off the meter. bad chick breed. my little secret, cus I'm her admirer</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">she doesn't need the biggest ass, or the biggest breast. no make-up. no fancy threads. jus the</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">skin she's in. no jewelry, she's a gem all her own. a real diamond. no rhinestones this way. smile</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">made of pearls. beautiful brown skin. smooth like butter. personality sweeter than sugar. the sound </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">of her </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">words touching her lips, jus as sweet. no acoustic soul, or miseducation, jus the pressence </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">of infatuation. no guitar or heavenly singin voice (that i know of) but the features of a goddess.</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">even tho i could always picture myself lying next to a indie arie or a lauryn hill, as they sing to me</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i'd rather be lying next to her as she recites my poems. far fetched? maybe but that wont stop </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">the </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">many thoughts i have of her. will she be mine. for one day, for one night, this night. if given </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">the chance never will i pass it up. to lay next to her, as i share wit her my thoughts. her head on my</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">chest as i run my hands through her hair. I wanna be beside her while she sleeps and she lay or we can </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">stay awake and watch the next day. but no wayne. jus the sound of our hearts racing in sync. never</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">will there be another like her. no others can compare. the aura she gives off. for that, forever will my mind rest on the young girl with the dreadlocks. </span></span></div>Y0! 'Ville™http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231571343725391861noreply@blogger.com0