Who's Gonna Take The Weight?

Seeing the Self Destruction video took me back to a place in time I would love to return, but alas, it ain't happening. Plus, life is li'l more comfortable right about now. But I'll be damned if it wasn't some real glory days shT though. And yes, this is yet another short a$$ post. Sue me. I miss Stetsasonic.

Who Pissed In Your Teapot?

It's been a very trying week on the jobfront. Things are hectic, heating up, and hammering away at my health and humanity. Yes, once I got started with all that alliteration, I damn sure wasn;t going to let it end abruptly. So anyways, let's just say that I am thankful for a lot of things. I am thankful that I learned a poem in two languages; English and Spanish. It's the one that goes a li'l like this:

God, give me the serenity to accept things which cannot be changed;
Give me courage to change things which must be changed;
And the wisdom to distinguish one from the other.

Conversely, you may recgnize it in this form:

God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I Cannot change…
Courage to change the things I can
And Wisdom to know the difference…

Either way, it has allowed me to remain cam and relatively at ease when faced with one of my et peeves, which is an event in itself because I don't possess many of those. But let's just say that some muthafuqas would seriously be six feet under if I had my mother's temper. And I do, I just stifle it well. And as much as I really do not desire to coke a b!tch, hey...shT happens, right?

What's that aroma in the air?

Trees.
So what's that mean, son?
Son, that means it's hunting season
-"Headz Ain't Ready"

OK, class. Let's aim a collective red dot at our favorite fake-ass-gangsta of the hour. Ready. Aim. Ok...well I won't mimic the sound, but you get my drift. I'm trying to stay non-violent with this one. But yet again, my man Harold Clemens commented on the bullshT with such concise eloquence ("long live the Lox, muhfucka!") that you just have to read his insight. And azuleta chimed in on the issue as well with a great observation: "Everybody has been through some sh*t in their lives. Who cares? Tell me where you're going in spite of all of that." It don't get no realer than that, son.

"Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store
cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war"

How could I move the crowd

First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it together
It's simple ain't it, but quite clever
-Rakim, "Move The Crowd"

I'm in a serious state of deep thought right now. I am entertaining an offer to speak to a group of at-risk 14-to 19-year-old youth and lead a workshop/discussion on the stop snitching issue. A friend of mine, who works at a youth center as a counselor in the evenings, mentioned how weary she is of seeing the shorties rolling in and out wearing the shirts.

So now, I need to think of a game plan to logically offer a position and counter-argument as an ice-breaker to break bread. And I've got til Thursday to think of some ill shT. A debate comes to mind. But so does a panel. Or I could have a crew in tow in order to have 1-on-1 session with the kids. Hmmmm. If I come weak, it will be oh so wack. If I come correct, then well...it'll go a long way towards establishing some credibility and relevancy with the young duns. If you're reading this, I may be picking your brain in the next 48 hours for ideas. So start thinking, B.