Our Beautiful 2Morrow 2Day

Always and forever more, I'll love you like I love my brothers.

Although suckas try to railroad ya or Mack tractor truck-ya---

Those cats are just losers.  Opposite of winners--- Memph-City abusers.

I wrote this for you, with no beat. Only God inside the home of my mind as well as outside of my window.

Love being pumped to my heart, meeting my mental.

I see what they tried to get you into!

It started waaay back with Mr. Jackson.

Running the natives off and then thought they'd be relaxing.

But you so resilient and you have seen everything they've done.

Now I see why you got favor on me (us) baby, we (I) won,

We (I) were slum! Ducking in the streets when them shots popped off.

A 1/4 mile nomadic bullet took that homies top right off.

You scared me time and time again, but spared me time and time again.

I take it you were just showing and inspiring me how to be a man.

Martin died there, so you showed me how to lend a hand.

And lend a voice, to those who don't know how to expose feelings.

Deal with mis-dealings, mistreatments and what not!

I left you to move to NYC on some, "WHAT NOW?"

But I, maintained focus, it ain't take to long.

Right or wrong? Or whether I write it short or long? You know what I"m on---

You want me to own, moving along, loving me, my own.

And then it won't be long before I'm back.

Teaching through showing these cats how to act.

How to set it up, throw the right curve ball.

How to rightly field a grounder, how to make self so astounding.

Spent days through Central Park tossing lucky coins off into fountains,

Wishing only the best for us, un-unjust....it's just-us, baby.

Some of these folk crazy to fathom us separated,

To fathom us, "city of the dead" and label us "se-dated".

This be for my folk in the streets and those in that corner office.

For my folk in Forest Hill Cemetery, resting peacefully in the coffin

This is for those crying and coughing. I know you tired of being oppressed often.

I know it seems awful, but baby girl but we good now.

I just need you to stick wit me like Clyde and Bonnie.

I'm back in the hood now, doin' this just like I should, now.

They gonna say a lot and throw a lotta hate,

But we gonna play the game raw and wait for it to cross the plate.

Then abuse it like a corked bat.

then hit the lounge and tell the waitress to uncork that.

This is celebration from the pain and sorrow---

I love you today, with a state to appreciate a beautiful tomorrow!

How Fast Food Has Tried To Steal My Soul!!!!

I DON'T LIKE McDONALDS!  

Hate is a very strong word that I will not use because I am a lover!  With that said, I dislike, very strongly, the cost of convenience in this day and age.  It's totally out of control in my opinion.  Just the other day, I had to be in Downtown Brooklyn for a very important appointment and it just so happened that I needed some food.  I traveled down Flatbush Ave, past the oversized Rocawear Billboards, to Fulton Street to visit our local Mickey D's.  I knew what I was already going to get for my lady and I:  2 Egg and Cheese McMuffins (minus the meat due to our new vegetarianism), 2 Fruit and Walnut Salads and 2 Orange Juices.  Now, I haven't bought fast food like this in a long while and usually when I go into McDonald's, it's for something snackwise. (a snackwrap or something else off the dollar menu).  On this day, I slipped!

As I first entered, I stood in the longer line.  Then I switched to a shorter on located along the wall.  As I waited, I realized that I had a very good vantage point to take a census of who was buying and who was sellings.  99.6% African American and other people of color.  This is that type of area so what else could I expect?  After I was done assessing the socio-economic food make up, I proceeded with my order and was totally appalled that the total came to over $15.  WTF??????  For this? 

These prices were totally outrageous to me and I guess they were outrageous for a few reasons.  One, I know better.  Two, for $15, I knew that I could have been better prepared by going to the local Food Bazarr @ Myrtle Broadway and spending that $15 on a 6 pack of Thomas English Muffins, 1 carton of vegetarian eggs, apples, yogurt and a pack of walnuts to compliment our fruit and walnut salad.  We could have eaten for 3 days off that $15 instead of having one serving that would do nothing but let us down by 3pm.

In conclusion, I know I am not everyone else and I say that with happiness but I will say that the prices that WE pay for convenience is "off the chain".  We know better therefore we should prepare ourselves to do better.  Plus, I like mine and Jessica's cooking better than the bodega or any fast food joint I can think of!  And I sure don't want any corporate slaves fixing my food!  That shit sucks for them and me!  Sometimes I despise having morals!  But it's better to have than not!