Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on

Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
-OutKast f/ Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, "Hollywood Divorce"

Just some random thoughts and observations. Lil Wayne done made a come up. Might be his best verse ever. I'm really feeling this song. The beat is ridiculously relaxed, yet hectic at the same time.

We Can't Give What We Don't Have: Peace
An interesting, albeit brief article that will make you go hmmm like Arsenio was your uncle at the Labor Day cookout talking about he can't wear his white linen outfit no more until next summer. But on the reals, it is a succint and on-point essay about the contradictions of government. I remember back in 2004 after somebody got shot in the head on the even of the Democratic national Convention, a young women lamented something to the tune of, "why y'all got all that security down there when real terrorsm is right here in these streets." And it doesn't take much effort to reach out and touch somebody to realize that street violence is raging all across the country.

Where the hell do people think of furniture like this? [beware]

This article, in addition to some 30-minute preview thingie they had on HBO is what has got me all riled up about The Wire. But the real ill shT is this online spoken word battle. I think I might have to put something on it. I'm already a little shook though. I was just telling someone last night about my favorite local artists, emcees, and poets. And I'll be damned if one of the poets I mentioned wasn't up on there with a video and low reviews. Yes, shook. Your simple words just don't move me. You're minor, we're major. You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player. But fuq it. Lemme start writing. Man up.