"THIS POEM" BY ME!!

THIS POEM...

This poem...that I told them
Totally changed their perception
Something therapeutic..
But you must pay per session...
And the currency's attention
So don't put your 2 cents in...
....just list...en

This poem...that I told them
Totally sounds like a rap song
Set it to some music
But If you do it, it won't last long
Its Mad short but mad strong
Like a note its to be passed on
Its that raw...

This poem...that I told them
totally excites the mind
you too can do it
every time you write ya rhyme
dance, sing, or move like a mime
because of this poem that i told them..
we all see eye to eye

- J rasean

ELEVATOR AIN'T WORKING AGAIN????

"I WAS RAISED IN THE PRO-JECTS, ROACHES AND RATS"

..to partially quote Jay-Z.  Projects buildings have inconsistent hot water, inconsistent elevators, inconsistent management. The only consistent variable is the " I don't give a fuck! " attitudes of its inhabitants.

How do you expect an elevator to work 100 percent of the time, when its covered wall to wall with urine and spit.....100 percent of time? In a literal sense, the appearance of the INSIDE of an elevator has nothing to do with the mechanics, but it's a huge factor. When elevator engineers are dispatched out to repair these "mobile bathrooms" they are greeted with a floor full of piss and a wall full of spit!  When they notice the horrid shape the elevator's in, they MUST sub-consciously (if not consciously) think "THEY don't care about this elevator enough to take care of it, why should I?" thus explaining their sub-par work. Aside from this less then obvious reason, I'm sure they don't enjoy pissy floors with a spit covered backdrop, as a workstation.

Aside from disgusting elevators, there is tons of "artwork" that  is apparent all throughout most project buildings. Ranging from gang slogans and symbols, all the way to certain tenants being referred  to something...unflattering. Its good to know young Jamal can bring his new lady friend over, and watch her jaw drop as she reads " Jamal sucks dick ". "But I Don't, That's a different Jamal!!" he exclaims, " Sure Jamal, Sure" she says. A lot of times people will non-nonchalantly invite guest to their home with no reservations about seeing their filthy building. The reasoning behind this is; once off that disgusting elevator (and ushered down a long hallway with  that odor that smells as if everyone was boiling dog shit simultaneously), they reach an apartment straight out of  "MTV cribs". Because of the low, stabilized rent, tenants can afford to live lavish. Giant flat screen T.V's, leather couches, A PICASSO (not really) are just a few things you might encounter. Tenants have no problem keeping their homes IMMACULATE, but the buildings common spaces say "FUCK THE LOBBY, I DON'T SLEEP THERE" 

People have no problem paying  minimal amounts of rent for minimal living conditions, as long THEIR home...looks great. On the flip-side; when someone gets raped because the lobby door doesn't lock, or an elderly person passes out when she has walk the stairs when the elevator isn't working, everybody's ready to complain! The same one pissing, and drawing their endearments on the elevator, complains whens its not working well enough to take him to the 3RD FLOOR! The guy with Picasso is complaining bout their never being hot water, or the front door being closed...you can afford a Picasso,  why don't you just move, right?

In the end, respect is universal, and if you respect yourself...others will learn to respect you with ease. These rules don't apply just to the person, but the person's surroundings. Guys bring girls to their filthy buildings all the time, saying things like " Pardon this building, these niggas are nasty " secretly knowing he relieved himself in the very same hallway they are standing in. Because project living conditions are so very poor (self inflicted) society looks upon them as vagrants, less then deserving of decent service. Relating back to what I said earlier " RESPECT YOURSELF...AND OTHERS WILL RESPECT YOU" also means "RESPECT YOUR SHIT" too. Maybe think twice about spitting on elevator door or spray painting " Jaquan IS PUSY" (spelled wrong on purpose) all over the hallways, and society will take these many buildings to be CLASSY establishments, which they CAN be if treated better.
PEACE!!!

 - J rasean

"IN MY EYES" BY J. HALE

In my eyes… 


If you were me, you would be able to see what I see 
but you ain’t me so you cant see... 
but this is what I’m gonna do for you, give you a little piece of me…

Getting off the train station from a long day of school
I see on the corner the same damn fool
I hope he don’t think that sitting on the block is cool 
cause its wrong but he don’t have a clue. 

I keep walking along, I see an African American brother trying to sell that sticky.
And standing next to him is his girl with her hair mad picky.
Right behind them is a memorial that says R.I.P Ricky. 

There’s a report everyday about someone getting stabbed, shot, or beaten to death.
Now cops patrol the blocks, like boats in the docks.
Brothers get mad at the cops, so they disrespect them and tell them to kick rocks.

No one recognizes the brothers that are doing good.
That’s why they can’t wait to pack, and leave the hood...
There are some that’s all about making dough
Then there are others that only care about piping the local hoe.

All I do is shake my head
And pray every night before I got to bed
That I make it in this fair world and get ahead. 

- J HALE

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" My Insecurity " By: Tariq G

" My Insecurity "

This girl is not for me

And I am too insecure to see
My insecurity is what keeps me secure

From a hurt with no cure

A feeling so obscure
I long to love her no more

Before we got together there was much to discuss

You knew I had a problem with trust, so hush 
I don’t want to lie and tell you you’re my only one

And another girl is carrying my son 
Not only will I feel dumb, I don’t need it

And I’ll have to explain why I cheated

Why I left the green pasture for the dirty weed

Why the other side of the fence looked so green

Why I cut down a tree to plant a seed

I don’t know myself; it’s still hard to believe

Is there a me without you?

Is it worth texting another girl that I don’t want to see?

I wouldn’t be cheating on you

I’d be cheating me 
Now I know that

This girl is not for me 
I am too insecure

She is my insecurity that keeps me secure

From the hurt with no cure

A feeling so obscure

I long to love her no more

Tariq G

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"WET DREAMS" by J. HALE

..FOR THE GROWN...AND SEXY'S EYES ONLY!!!

It was like about 3 in the morning when it happened. I remember it like it was yesterday, I had my first wet dream. It all started when I was on the phone with "daddy" and he was telling me all the freaky things he wanted to do to me. Usually, I don't entertain him when he's talking like that, but this night was the first night I decided to just let him tell me a bedtime story. After that I went straight to sleep then it began...

"Jasmine baby wake up" I heard his voice softly in my ear as I turned around to face him. Seeing him sit there watching me sleep made me smile, because I felt protected. I got up to go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and freshen up a little. When I returned back to the room the lights had been dimmed and my favorite candles were lit, and slow jams from the stereo was playing softly. "What's this about" I asked him as I got closer to the bed. He said " Remember the story I told you last night? well it's time to make it a reality" All I could do was look at him with a blank face, and respond with an "alright".

How it all began was blurry, maybe this was when I was turning in my sleep.All that I know, in just a blink of an eye, "daddy" was rubbing me down with oils with one hand and the other he was massaging my clit -while fingering me. Damn, all I could do is moan because he knows how to make me leak faster than a leaky faucet, and with JUST TWO FINGERS. Next I felt his lips make a trail down my back inch by inch going lower and lower as my spine tingled because it felt so good. He finally reached his destination and began to eat me from behind just like he promised. He ate me for about 45 minutes and still had enough energy to continue for another 45 minutes. He told me to sit on his face because he still wanted to finish up the job. We performed 69 because it was our favorite position.

He told me "It was about that time that we get it in" because he has been waiting to feel my walls surround his shaft all day. He knows that my cooch tightens up, and that he's gonna have to ease it in at first because his shaft is crazy thick and long to just try to PLUNGE it in. He held my legs open wide and put his tip in "SHIT!"...I thought, as he continued to proceed inside of me. After a couple strokes he started going faster and FASTER as I was throwing it back. I pulled away and laid on his back the I got on top.Riding backwards was like the best! because he loves the sight of my ass as he smacks it while I go up and down. I'm going full speed when he tells me to get off. As soon as I hopped off, he grabbed me and flung me on the bed face down ass up -that's the way we like to fuck. In the background I could hear PLIES "please excuse my hands" blasting! and that just added to the sexy, because that song turns me on as soon as the beat drops!

Damn, I'm so happy the walls in my apartment are thick...because this nigga must've taken some enhancers because for some reason he was going extra deep and extra hard, or maybe it was just me. "Daddy" had me screaming like it was going out of style and that just made him go harder and faster. When I looked back he had a grin on his face as if he knew what he was doing and he was punishing me...for what reason I don't know. I knew he was about finish because his strokes became longer and deeper and he was starting to buckle up. He came and so did I, like 5 times during the process! He always made me cum it never fails...but this time it was different. We laid there cuddling and resting our eyes, then I looked at him in confused and asked "how did you get in?"

Before I knew it I...

I was laying in my bed eyes wide open, body sweaty and pussy full of juice, so much so I could ring out my pajamas. I just knew I had to make that phone call then...




- J. HALE


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"BE MINE"....BY DJ FUTURE

A track entitled " BE MINE" by: DJ FUTURE produced by DJ FUTURE

off the " SELF TITLED PT. 3 - THE SOAPBOX MIX TAPE "

 A real funky track...smoothed out : )

CHECK IT OUT >>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6PJYtpvAQ8


Let me know what you think of it!! Also hit up the creators of this ILL music!!!

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Priorities? Anyone?? ...Revisited

Dreams and aspirations always seem to consistently occupy the mind of a person who has nothing.  The dreams that reside in the mind of the obviously non-content, are both varied and synonymous.
Varied in such a way that everyone has different dreams-synonymous in a sense that dreams are all the person thinks about, especially if they currently dwell in an unsatisfactory situation. During the quest for dreams there are a certain classifications of priorities. If you aspire to be wealthy what do you plan on doing with your riches? here lies room for ignorance over intelligence, responsible over irresponsible.

Awhile back I was approached by an army recruiter with the intent on signing me up. Sitting in a black Benz (along with a fellow recruiter and a young lady) he called me over and proceeded to list several enticing benefits of joining the army. As he spoke, and before I understood why he called me over, I thought "why the fuck are these hood muhfuccas calling me over here to this dark lit Benz?" Once I was over this quite hood approach, I must say, I  was partially sold.  I say partially because although the army seems like a great career move at this point, I'm not willing to participate in this idiotic war, I'm good.

The recruiter handed me his card, and I bid him good day. As I began to walk away, the other passenger of the vehicle called me back. He handed me a registration card and told me to fill in my information, so they can contact me. He claimed it would take 10 seconds to fill out, "10 seconds that will change your life" according to him.  I declined ( I was on my way to Junior's in Brooklyn! and I was starving ) that's when he said what brought me to write this piece...

"Yo, I know you not getting bread...See my belt, it's LOUIS! ( Louis Vuitton ) see my whip, ITS A BENZ!, holla at me when you wanna get some bread..."

 I looked at him with a smirk and said " I'm Good". I couldn't believe the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT has two hood dudes advertising for the US ARMY, by promising "Champagne wishes, and caviar dreams" in this case Louis Vuitton and a Mercedes Benz. The first thing that crossed my mind was, what makes these young gentlemen think I'm going to fight an AMERICAN war, so I can purchase a $400 FRENCH belt. Priorities are in DISARRAY! As I continued my  "making the band"-esque journey to Junior's, I was befuddled. I conversed with my girlfriend (who had heard what was said to me, and confirmed that I'm not hearing things ) about why clothing and luxuries are at the top of the priorities list, especially in minority neighborhoods. If I would have walked by a WHITE recruiter, do you think he  would have offered me a promise of achieving GUCCI status in exchange for my blood shed? Maybe he would've, minorities constantly give off the impression that, fancy things is all we care about.

What happen to owning a home, having good credit, getting an education, getting an outstanding job once you're done with the ARMY? Those are all things I would have used as my tools of persuasion. Maybe everyone is thinking " Why get a degree and a great job, when I can skip all that and get the LV now? Because, LV won't pay your phone bill or feed your hungry children, which STATISTICS say minorities are prone to having...in the lots.

In any event, I began writing this awhile back as a comedic story intended to be on twitter. While writing this it turned into a bit of a rant, and reminded me of my previous post entitled " Priorities? Anyone??". I just hope the people reading this will agree with what I'm saying, and that they're acknowledgment of what I'm saying will trickle down, hopefully...

PEACE!!!