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We all love sumthin. From Twinkies to Booze, dope, 420, or sex...

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(O.G. BlazeSumthin)

WHAT DO YOU LOVE AS AN ADDICT

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XXXL AND WE AINT TALKIN TEE-SHIRTS

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CRACK FROM DOUGIE FRESH -EST

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(LuCiD MuSiQ aNd WoNkAbEaTz)

SOMETIMES JUST KNOW WHEN TO CALL SOMEONE AND SAY I NEED HELP WIPING MY A$$ 

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MY SACRIFICE.... NEW SH*T COMING THIS WEEK

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(LuCiD MuSiQ aNd WoNkAbEaTz) This is 18+ only...  to push enter , yes, forward, or any other button meant to proceed means you are 18.... 

DA LIKK SONG

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The Poop Scoop: This right here is the problem,and it leaves me with litle

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HappyV-Day! Pretend like I'm a virgin day

HappyV-Day! Pretend like I’m a virgin day

Happy Valentines My Love!

AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING I HATE ABOUT YOU!!!

Special color for a special day. Yes, today is a day of love, but there is one thing about love that makes me hate. I know, it is a little different from what I write about. My love and hate. The title is an eyebrow raiser, huh? Well, the truth is the hate, is that feeling from somewhere in the darkness of me. It is the…

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Smiles and Cries Korner

Smiles and Cries Korner

            Most people on Facebook are stupid!!! I hate the word stupid, but it fits when I look at what most people post…NOTHING. They post pics of themselves and try to hide the fact they are at Motel 6. The carpet gives that away. How about the crazies that post about everything they discuss with their husband or wife. When they fight, sex or have an argument. When they get dumped or they…

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LucidMuziq

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(Brian Cooper 17)

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Put the iszzm in the all nat-u-ral. Leave the sticky film on ya fingers for later, B*tch*z will s**k it off. Fire up, inhale, don’t cough, now release and hit play...

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Lyrurus Mlokosiewiczi      

SMILES and CRIES                                                                             by brian cooper

          KORNER 

(Lie-Rue-S    Ma-Loc-O-SZO-It Zeen) Watch This!

                             Ahhhh yes…. The lazy hot danger, Do not mix lotion and talcum powder summer days. My title is in reference to a bird from the European and upper Middle Eastern part of the world. The bird is on…

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WTF is going on in YOUR heart?

WTF is going on in YOUR heart?

SMILES AND CRIES CORNER

by Chet Willabee

  I remember the first time I watched Family Guy. This delicious cartoon morsel kept a constant jab of racism, a right hook of sexism, a few body blows of hatred and abuse towards family, the overhand left of highly intelligent and “ah shucks dumb” low blows. Then, one day, I was hit with a Haymaker from Mike “I’ll take an ear” Tyson. That day was when…

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Freedom. The taste of a life that is naturally flavored with justice and opportunity. There is a pride in a person that has freedom, almost an arrogance. Almost. As a child, I was deceived by the idea of being a kid. My dinosaur shaped cloud imagination. The first time I saw a pair of boobs and making out with my babysitter. Yeah, gross to some and hell yeah to others. Freedom left my life at age 4 and my brother was age 2. My biological mother Diane, was a battered woman. Diane did not deserve to live in fear, hiding at my Grandma Cooper’s,, auntie Faye or my Auntie Rosie’s. I have spoken about her with my large family and that is our conversation to help heal and strike a bit of anger. She was a good person. She currently resides in Portsmouth, England.  Far enough to no longer fear the possibility of someone saying I love you as they take your last breath, or so she thought. You see, the last time I saw her my father was giving her mouth to mouth after he choked her out and shoved her face in the toilet. I guess it was a nigga’s way of waterboarding. I always protected my little brother as a kid. I took man beatings from age 5 to age 17. Not spankings, slaps or whaps.  There is no lying and I, just like one of my great friends I miss and hope he is well, and Billy Brown Jr. spoke of the past. The pain, the tears, and the fears. Most people remember me as a young man uncomfortable in his skin because he lacked the confidence. I thought I was confident. I thought my armor of ALL ABOUT BRIAN protected me. It did not. I was never scared. So for anyone reading and thought I was a scared pussy, you were wrong. I did not want to hurt people because that is what I saw. That is how I was exposed to rage and violence. Once I left DMI, chopped my first brick, and clicked back the burner on dummies trying to crowd me…  my mind let go..It released a wounded enraged no feelings bastard. Never a good father. Never a good friend to most. I had no freedom. I was trapped behind the violence, confusion, immaturity, and not understanding love myself. I do not talk about war stories, dirt, or anything loose fools like to chop it up about. I do not need your praise. I do not need your long-winded story of  WOW COOP! There was a point I tried to impress the homies. I wanted to be praised and recognized as unafraid. It did not happen until 20 something and I woke up in Chi-town. I lost my freedom twice. Wow…I walked away from writing this for a full day as I reflected. As I appreciated. As I sat confused and again filled for a second… a feeling of hate. That lasted .5 of a second. If I wanted to remain shackled and tormented. If I wanted the nightmares to continue clawing its way from the inside out, I would do nothing. Therapy, I went on my own to therapy. I am diagnosed with severe IED and PTSD. I suffer from depression and I am diagnosed with anti-social disorder with bouts of extreme narcissism. I am sorry for all I have done in my past. I am sorry to the women I tore down and the mothers that ensured our child was well taken care of. I am crying as I write this because I wanted to be so much more. So much more… Just to hear my father tell me he was proud. I am trapped by the little boy who is still waiting to hear it and painfully admits he never will.  I do not know what I wanted to be as a kid.  I do not remember what goals I had. That bothers me. I cry for my brother who is more fucked up than any of us. He was 2 when he saw Diane last. Never did I hear comfort for Marcus from our father. Never did I hear our father take responsibility for why Diane left. He did say “Your mom hurt me when she left. I cried” Huh, (long pause). What about your sons? The oldest who followed you around a college campus on top and then on the bottom after an injury. I never saw the bottom, I saw my father and hero. Freedom…it has been so hard to leave those shackles even though I have had the keys. You want to know what I fear now? I pray that GOD, no, I beg GOD to please give me a long life with my wife. She saved my life and taught me that I have learned to be free. She wiped my tear because it is still uncomfortable to cry, but I feel free. I feel free…  This is dedicated to my MOM. Judy Cooper. My idol and Angel. I thank GOD for bringing you into my life.. My wife Tiffany Cooper. I really do beg for as much time with you as possible. I never knew love consumes you to be better for someone else. The beautiful women that are the Mother’s of my children. My friends that came from all over the country for our wedding.  Country Grammar, Biggie, Tookey… You 3 are in the Hall Of Fame Of Loyalty. My sister and my 3 sisters that I love as Familia. Barry and Big Rich, I always can call and come home and ya would be there. Jason Freeman love ya brotha. This is like a DR.DRE outro damn… let me drop the mic…..

  Freedom for some will never be… Freedom. The taste of a life that is naturally flavored with justice and opportunity. There is a pride in a person that has freedom, almost an arrogance.