MorisUkunRasik
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But at least at a Mase concert you could hang out on stage, and maybe rap Puffy's parts in songs.
"take that, take that."
But at least at a Mase concert you could hang out on stage, and maybe rap Puffy's parts in songs.
I blame Besada's alt for this nonsense meme.Labor REALLY has a perm? Fuck if true.
Esch had the GOAT post about J Cole talking about getting boners for the first time and shit
Those feels.Stockholm Syndrome- feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
Desensitization- diminished emotional responsiveness to a negative or aversive stimulus after repeated exposure to it.
I usually wax poetic and crack jokes about random shit. Hell most of the time I throw out the occasional witty comment or rarely used reference to some strange and different shit. Not today. I have mulled over every thing that has transpired this month and as I sit in front of this computer screen, burning the candle at both ends trying to make ends meet, I ponder my decisions and the love of my country. Many of you go hard and crusade on the day to day, representing for all of us as a people regardless of creed, color, sex or nationality. I commend you for it. I just have never been the one. But today im disheartened and disenfranchised. How can a man love something that constantly hurts him. Love something so implicitly that he is willing to lay down his life for it. But for everytime he is shown why he shouldnt. Today feels a little different. Months ago I witnessed the open and shut video of a man being murdered for selling cigarettes. Like the rest of you I knew damn well it was open and shut. Footage was present and showed every dark detail of this mans demise. I watched and I pondered why? Today I learned like most of you that the man who murdered this man, has walked away with little repercussion. Today i learned that I must be suffering from stockholm syndrome. Because no one in there right mind would let this fuckstick go free after the shit I saw. Not in my country that ive grown to love. That I fought for. Bled for. Burned for. But like a hostage, I watched my kidnapper with his own set of rules manipulate and let a trigger man walk. The gamut of emotions that are running through my head, I cant even explain. Part of me wants to scream rise up. Part of me wants to cower in fear and hope that hope will hopefully overcome. Sounding hopeless right now. But as I type this it brings back memories of shit seen as a child. The unknown instances where coming up in rural Louisiana in the 80's shit like this was commonplace. Theres nothing like a repressed memory barreling back into your conscious. Like witnessing a family member kicked like a dog and a chain wrapped around his neck by the people who were supposed to serve and protect because of mistaken identity. Or an uncle who was almost drowned by those who were supposed to uphold the law. Or a father figure standing at his front door to a trailer with a shotgun while 4 year old watches as our lawbringers continue to lay siege outside because of mistaken identity. The only reason they didnt open fire because a child was in the house. Hence why I am desensitized. Today I expected that writing this would grant me some semblance of feeling. To be honest, im more numb then I was yesterday. Its hard to love something that doesnt love or care for you. I dont know whats worse, knowing this and still believing it will get better when all signs point to no. Why is the question I ask. When I shouldnt be asking a question at all. Its good to know that we are all hostages and expendable. But whats fucked up, is it doesnt change a fucking thing. Be well family. Grab your sons, daughters, brothers and sisters and hold them close.
didn't like how he walked it back w/ that "just playin"
no fence sitting Jermaine
How do you all play spades: Joker joker duece duece, Ace down, etc?
How do you all play spades: Joker joker duece duece, Ace down, etc?
is there another way?
That's how we used to play.
How do you all play spades: Joker joker duece duece, Ace down, etc?
Stockholm Syndrome- feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
Desensitization- diminished emotional responsiveness to a negative or aversive stimulus after repeated exposure to it.
I usually wax poetic and crack jokes about random shit. Hell most of the time I throw out the occasional witty comment or rarely used reference to some strange and different shit. Not today. I have mulled over every thing that has transpired this month and as I sit in front of this computer screen, burning the candle at both ends trying to make ends meet, I ponder my decisions and the love of my country. Many of you go hard and crusade on the day to day, representing for all of us as a people regardless of creed, color, sex or nationality. I commend you for it. I just have never been the one. But today im disheartened and disenfranchised. How can a man love something that constantly hurts him. Love something so implicitly that he is willing to lay down his life for it. But for everytime he is shown why he shouldnt. Today feels a little different. Months ago I witnessed the open and shut video of a man being murdered for selling cigarettes. Like the rest of you I knew damn well it was open and shut. Footage was present and showed every dark detail of this mans demise. I watched and I pondered why? Today I learned like most of you that the man who murdered this man, has walked away with little repercussion. Today i learned that I must be suffering from stockholm syndrome. Because no one in there right mind would let this fuckstick go free after the shit I saw. Not in my country that ive grown to love. That I fought for. Bled for. Burned for. But like a hostage, I watched my kidnapper with his own set of rules manipulate and let a trigger man walk. The gamut of emotions that are running through my head, I cant even explain. Part of me wants to scream rise up. Part of me wants to cower in fear and hope that hope will hopefully overcome. Sounding hopeless right now. But as I type this it brings back memories of shit seen as a child. The unknown instances where coming up in rural Louisiana in the 80's shit like this was commonplace. Theres nothing like a repressed memory barreling back into your conscious. Like witnessing a family member kicked like a dog and a chain wrapped around his neck by the people who were supposed to serve and protect because of mistaken identity. Or an uncle who was almost drowned by those who were supposed to uphold the law. Or a father figure standing at his front door to a trailer with a shotgun while 4 year old watches as our lawbringers continue to lay siege outside because of mistaken identity. The only reason they didnt open fire because a child was in the house. Hence why I am desensitized. Today I expected that writing this would grant me some semblance of feeling. To be honest, im more numb then I was yesterday. Its hard to love something that doesnt love or care for you. I dont know whats worse, knowing this and still believing it will get better when all signs point to no. Why is the question I ask. When I shouldnt be asking a question at all. Its good to know that we are all hostages and expendable. But whats fucked up, is it doesnt change a fucking thing. Be well family. Grab your sons, daughters, brothers and sisters and hold them close.
Joker joker duece duece and ace down are two different formats.
I prefer ace down because spades aren't as powerful and hands aren't getting cut super early. Gotta count your cards better.
How do you all play spades: Joker joker duece duece, Ace down, etc?
I have never played this game in my life...
I have never played this game in my life...
When people put Justin in with Macklemore I just smh...
Dude seems to really appreciate his influences. I got mad respect for dude and I never typically put him in the same sentence as Elvis or Iggy if its to deride the latter. There's appropriation and there's appreciation, I'd like to think Justin Timberlake appreciates.
did you go to college? if so, I don't understand how you could have avoided it.
if not, I understand. I didn't play it until I got in the frat. We played that shit like it was a religion with the homies, sorors and whoever else was at the House for hours and hours at a time.
Not something we played at uni, blackjack (not 21) was our card game of choice.
And no Slayven, thankfully I haven't.
I swear Azealia Banks posts (or reads) on the coli.
yeah im expecting her to drop cac bombs any day now.
I swear Azealia Banks posts (or reads) on the coli.
I see that and raise you THIS, which I took with my own camera:
ya'll can try, but you aren't beating this.
Besides being called mediocre how is J. Cole's album lol
Besides being called mediocre how is J. Cole's album lol
See the bolded
Hate on Cole but listen to Gambino and Danny Brown, brehs (ishi, please tell me you're not joining in on this, too!).
they trash too tho.