Say Something

Blogger help me please to get some ish off my chest
I'm stressed, the jobs got a blade to my neck
I come home heated to heated dungeons of my living
Flying needles threaten over my head for the sacrifices to be given
This is it. The days of pain and toil have begun
The sky has darken from rays of the black sun
The game is strong and not meant for every player
You take down who you can, throned as a soul slayer
And all along, the one that stands by you is the strongest
Dealing with your bull charging into her heart is the hardest
You can't pour out every emotion cuz most cups come pre-filled
There's no sense crying out the water's drowning from the last spill
I shriek. The thought that my rock will be gone soon
A collection of my soul in rhytmn echos in my room
I sit still, as though not to upset the balance
Breath in the deep frustration and release the screams into silence
I am the enzyme, the spark, the ignition call me two sticks, better yet two stones
But don't slap me together, for the revolution is coming and I must be thrown

Bills Bills Bills

Water posed to be free (c)Comic View.

Every week I feel like I'm paying a bill. I can't even get new glasses cuz I'm afraid I will not have enough money for a bill. I know what you saying, "G just budget." I am but things keep changing: a new bill here, more hours here. I never know when its enough. Plus I'm trying to live. I ain't blowing all of my money if I go out but dang it can I get a drink (or buy a lucky lady a drink)? I just wish somebody would drop 10 g's on me. I would smile and run to the bank and pay off some loans.

Anyways, we all got bills, ain't nothing to cry or write about. I'll tell you something to write about: making it happen. I'm getting so good at my job they starting to hate me. We the worst bank in the area but I believe they put a bunch of us together to turn it around. And damn it, we gonna make it happen. Because if I can do it, everybody should do it.

And on making it happen. I have no idea whether or not its appropriate to holla at girls that come to my window. They look good, but I don't wanna say anything that will get a sexual harrasment suit on me or make anybody uncomfortable banking with me. Ain't no worse feeling when I'm the only window open and there is only one customer in line but she wanna wait for somebody else. Burrnnnnnnn!!! Some of it I think is sexism. There are a lot more female tellers and customer feel more comfortable. I think a teller is a female job. Because all the guys like talking to the ladies and all the ladies like talking about lady stuff to the ladies. Where does that leave me, with the mexicans. I have no problem with the mexicans, I'm with you on the immigration thing but damn learn a couple of banking words when you open an account. Its your money, you should know how to say cash, deposit, and cashback.

In the end we going to make it happen this year. One way or the other. "By any means necessary"(c)Martin on Malcom.

Updates on my cooking game:

Meals I've made:
Fried Chicken: put some flour on boneless skinless chicken. Ummm that was good.
Pork Chops: Chops where to small, but i marinated them joints over night they was okay.
Rice: rice game is on point. I don't even burn the bottom. Just need to find the right amount of salt.
Sos pra(gray to you english speaking eaters): Black beans was pretty good, Lima beans didn't make out so good.
Corn Bread: don't mess with my cornbread.

UP NEXT: Barbeque wings and Fried Chicken wings cuz I still have some flour left.

What if it is about money

We all want it, we all need it, we all are going after it (well, except African bush families, they just trying to survive, but I ain't mad at them though). Moneymoneymuuhhhnay! Muuhhnay! In our continuous search for it those that didn't have success in gaining the green came up with the idea that not all life is about getting money. Life is suppose to be about love and relationships and people. Forget that. I don't remember the last time seeing someone with money being sad. Being able to afford anything in life, especially every little thing must be a great feeling. I know it must because when I have some extra money and getting some more mints then usually feels good, so getting the extra navigation system in your new mercedes benz must be incredible.

Leads me to think that all the thugs, criminals, and hustlers that aren't really rich like the white folk with trust funds but still got money to get the benz got it right. They getting money right. They looking fly and blinging and attracting dumb broads for a night. Sure they may not live as long or the drug thing catches up to them or somebody snitches and there is jail time but hey for a couple of months if not years they were ballas during their prime. Sure they are doing wrong killing each other but for the moment at the club while I'm there trying to holla at the same girls and all the ballas have to do is show up with the bling and ride and girls are all over them, they're having more fun then me. And if they aren't, let me get some money and show them how to do it.