2008 Modern Slavery Rulers
2008 Modern Slavery Rulers

Honestly, I always felt like it was better to tell the truth then to lie. For all my years i’ve met people who couldn’t really get the truth out, when it was so obvious that they were lying. In these type of situations it creates a world of denial. I’ve dated a few woman in my years and Its like the truth is not part of there vocabulary, they would rather stir up drama then have to deal with there true emotions be they good or bad. Its sad to run around proclaiming something thats not there. Why front if you don’t love me say you don’t love me, if you have a problem lets make it fair, but you can’t because you would rather live in a cloud of mystery and deception. I recommend to any one to just say what you are thinking really. Any time I sincerely liked a woman i’d say I Love You. And if I didn’t I’d say this is not a good bond or combination between the two of us. Attempting to be honest. I asked my grandmother a serious question yesterday and in all honesty she was Lying to her self. Now no disrespect, my Madear is wise and strong one of the best people on the face of the earth. But I really feel that when we as people have grow far to old to we should end the bull jive. Its woman with men knowing they don’t love them, let alone know what love is. And BROTHERS ARE TWICE AS BAD THEY DON’T EVEN SAY OR FAKE IT and they stay with two lies a woman who excepts (key word) a person just to feel secure knowing he has no feeling or emotional bond. Pathetic people its better to just let it all go. I’ve been accepted but i’ve been rejected and its all what ever it is. Everything is Everything.

Lord Jamar from Brand Nubian say “Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order”

No one will love you until you love yourself. Insecure people only get the bad end of the stick. I’ve saw grown men fall victim to situations like this and end up in a world no one would ask for ever. And have underling hate.

On another note, in the African community in America its a known problem for our woman to cash the fantasy of what a man has over who he is. Please keep in mind if a man is good and doing bad HELP HIM UP don’t bother him in a crisis thats not love. Your feelings and his are whole and you shouldn’t neglect. Always know just because a persons down one day don’t mean they will stay. Be foreal.

Brand Nubian – Slow Down


Slow down (repeat 3X)

Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X)

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you’re getting thin you don’t care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
I wonder where he got ’em cause I hid ’em behind my speakers
The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
Or basically you love to smoke the wools
The crackheads attract man they come up to my door
I don’t smoke gems so what they knocking for
Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
Street time is limited to days
On your crack card you’re getting only A’s and C’s for come back
Damn it’s a shame you’re the mighty queen of vowels
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
Used to walk with a swagger
Now you simply stagger
From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next
Bitch get a job
From me you won’t rob
Cause I’ll smack you with a hose filled with sand
Now give that to the crack man
You was fly once now you’re losing all your fronts
Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts
Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe
Took a long pull…hype
Yeah, head crack head crack
You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat
(Hey yo X, wasn’t that your girl?)
Yeah I had to drop her
Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn’t stop her

Slow down x5
What I am is what I am x2

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I knew this girl named Tropicana
She’s always juicing
Producing cash for my sexual task
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
You ain’t paid then your grade is incomplete
You’ve got to flash dollars, to prove her
And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace
Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it’s massive
(What I am is what I am)
Well, what you are is a stunt, man
You’re on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can
From my man and scram
I’ve seen your kind before you’re not original
Just a sick mixed up individual
Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
Marking off the goods you got going up another notch
Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
What’s really scary is you’re somebody’s daughter
So don’t come around trying to make a profit
At the expense of another man, stop it
Cause you see you’re a freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

Slow down x7
What I am is what I am x2

Verse Three: Grand Puba

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants
But she’ll spend your papes and she’ll use up all your plastic
And if you swing an ep you’d better wear a prophylactic
Cause things are getting drastic
Slide up in the wrong one you’ll end up in a casket
(Slow down)
Sister, there’s no need in speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her
Puba makes no mistakes
She said “Rock me tonight (for old time’s sake)”
Picture that
(Slow Down)
You little hooker
Honey got a problem with the bends
Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
The hoe is just hoe and that’s without no controversy
She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
Come on toots you can take a thousand douche
Scrub that ass and I’ll still pass
(Slow down)
You’re living foul
(Slow down x2)
Now see it ain’t no reason for you to be out here skeezin’
Cause it ain’t the season
So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
Well go ahead
You’re living foul

I’d like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out
Right by my side

Slow down (repeat 12X)

side bar:

But did you know that the origin of Valentine’s Day, or Saint Valentine’s Day, comes from the life and death of a Christian martyr? According to author Martha Zimmerman, the date traditionally celebrated as St. Valentine’s Day finds it origin in the Roman festival of romance called Lupercalia, when the gods Juno and Pan were honored. It was a fertility festival or a lover’s holiday looking forward to the return of Spring. In the fifth century, in an attempt to abolish the pagan festival, Pope Gelasius changed Lupercalia and its February 15 date to February 14 and called it Saint Valentine’s Day. Even though the names and the date were changed, the emphasis continued to be on love.

Who was the real Valentine, and why did he have a day named after him?

Some authorities credit Geoffrey Chaucer with originating the custom of linking Valentine’s Day with lovers. No link between the day and lovers exists before the time of Chaucer, thus leading some to conclude that it was this famous English author who connected the day with lovers. The fullest and earliest description of the tradition occurs in Chaucer’s “Parliament of Fouls” composed around 1380. Since that time it has been traditional to connect St. Valentine’s Day with love.

But who was the real Saint Valentine? St. Valentine was a Roman Christian who, according to tradition, was martyred during the persecution of Christians in the third century by Emperor Claudius II. The only thing certain about the day we remember as St. Valentine’s Day is that it commemorates a martyrdom. Claudius II declared all Christians illegal citizens. By his definition, they were guilty of treason because Roman citizens were required by law to worship the Emperor by declaring publicly, “Caesar is Lord!” Of course, this no Christian could do.

The real Valentine was a Roman Christian martyred during the third century A.D. by the Emperor Claudius II. Prior to his death, Valentine continued to minister in prison by witnessing to his prison guards. One of the guards was a good man who had adopted a blind girl. He asked Valentine if his God could help his daughter. Valentine prayed and the girl was given her sight. The guard and his whole family, 46 people, believed in Jesus and were baptized. When the Emperor heard about this he was furious that Valentine was still making converts even in prison, so he sentenced Valentine to death.

Just before being led out to his execution, the young Christian wrote a note to the jailer’s daughter, signing it, “From your Valentine.” The first valentine was really a Christian witness. Growing out of this story we participate in a custom of sending cards to people we love.

Given that the tradition of sending love notes grows out of a letter written by St. Valentine to his jailer’s daughter on the eve of Valentine’s execution, it’s ironic that the card we send has received the emphasis, instead of remembering the content of the original Valentine’s card: a message of unconditional devotion to Christ, even upon pain of death.


3 thoughts on “Dishonest”

  1. Man I think you hit the nail on the head with most parts of this blog. I was just questioning a friend of mine on this same topic of love verse setting and are you lying to your self if you settle.

    I have found that as in love/like situations it so easy to live in a fantasy world as opposed to face reality but, that’s not the best way to live because once the preverbal “shit hit the fan” and truth is blatantly exposed feeling are left hurt, bridges are burned, and tons of bad karma is expelled. New people that may try into enter your personal chaos (life) also may suffer.

    There are so many people roaming the earth with broke hearts and baggage that they carry from relationships that prevent them from good experiences. Let go (my friends would all laugh in unison at me for the “let go” comment…Its hard)…

    We need to read our own words and follow our own advise….that is if we speak honestly to others about their problems.

    I know there are a lot of women who sell their souls for cash and that’s not cool but who am I to judge. I am let down by some of the good men in crisis that totally shut down on the women that like/ love them and want to help them but get turned away and/or closed out. I think a large number of women want to be their especially if they think they have a good man. Let us in…

    Valentine’s Day …I have turned my back on that day I leave it for the lovers’

    Last thought: I think most men and women like dysfunction because that’s always the hardest thing for most people to walk away from. Every one has issues but man….

  2. people are so fake they would rather walk around in pain then live up to the DAY … THAT BAGGAGE GOES RIGHT TO THE NEXT PERSON …. STOP BEING EVIL … BE REAL … SAY NO AND STAY NO

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