http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XhI-CfyRRY
tupacCelebrating Tupac and all hes done
Four shots and he still holds on
Heart stopped beating at 24
But we still remember him forever more
His legacy spans the shining shores
Throughout all the open doors
Story of a social activist
Fought for rights an shit
Fought an believed in dreams
An yet this society doesn't even know what it means.
Story of a man gone down
Legend that rose from the underground
Personal favorite is "Broken Wings"
Spits meaning, truth of life an different things
Born into a worthless world of full violence
Brawling throughout life to fight off tyrants
Restringing his life from loose tied ends
Looking forward to freedom, but what by then?
Only to be shot down again and again
Through all the worlds faults
Supremacy and all the cults
He struggled to survive, and fight for equal rights
A single man to take a dive, into the heartless darkness
Even after he's dead and gone
His voice and legend still holds on.
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This is just because I'm feeling a beat inside my mind right now lol.
We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
We sell tha dime bags for a living
To sleep under a broken ceiling
No you don't know us
You don't know us
In front, riding them spinnin wheels
Behind empty walls lookin for deals
Because a nine-to-five
Won't work for an ex-convict life
Working to pay, paying to work
While my child sits at home crying, hurt
Can't understand why we so poor
Can't comprehend the gangsta's war
Real thugs working to live
Bitches are working to die
One's workin to survive
Can't tell which one leads this life?
Well let me paint if for you
This is the child that you grew and knew
We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
People on the streets expectin us killing
You dont know us deep inside, forgotten feelings
No you don't know us
You don't know us
Don't you think it's a little fucked up
A young one holding up a glock
Ready to light up a desperate block
He's got his mind set on death
While his dad shoots up meth
A child out for revenge in a world so small
Even then somehow we don't hear him at all
His silent plea, and empty calls
Another boy's body took a shot and had to fall
This little one's mind still trying to catch up with it all
We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
Growing up with an empty feeling
Shots that'll make your skin start peeling
No you don't know us
You don't know us
Now twenty and still serving time
Wishing that his life would just rewind
From the robbery, just to eat yah see
To the drugs he sold, just to have some dough
To the bullet in the gun, that had to end a youngun.
From the fake ass bitch, tryin to start some shit
To the dad inside, too damn high
To realize, through empty eyes
That a child's life, is worth more then guns and knives
In the end, you don't know us
We're gangstas, we're thugs
But you don't know us
We're the one's too broke to live
And find ways with the end of a shiv.
So where do we draw the line?
1) when children starve,
2) animals that aren't being adopted are being put to sleep,
3) babies are being born blue because of nitrate,
4) factories are being being built in an area do to racial profiling,
5) jobs are being taken away because companies ship over seas,
6) The amount we spend on medicare vs the money we spent to save Companies and banks, is more then a few billion
7) Dumbass people can't even walk a foot away too a trash can
8) Peta takes shit too far
9) People take shit too far
10) Armed force corruption (I.e. Police violence/stupidity)
11) Murder, rape... pretty much violence runs through our streets.
12) Spanking your child on the butt to discipline them is now Domestic Violence, Compare that to a parent that throws there kid, there's a clear difference, get your priorities straight.
13) Instead of trying to help teens understand the world, we lie to them. Which in turn makes them curious about the subject and go into it.
14) Drugs will kill you, Weed is Deadly. No fucker Weed does not DEADLY. Before your sorry "Adult" ass prints copies of how "Deadly weed" is, How you quit smoking cigarettes and cigars, you contradictory bastard.
15) Officers: How about before Citing someone for doing something dangerous, you get them OUT of the danger zone, instead of giving them the ticket IN the danger zone? In short, something that should have been COMMON sense should be addressed here...
16) With 15 being stated, Officers: Get your priorities straight. (Citizens too)
17) Officers: Yes, I do respect you, but you do realize you aren't above the law right? You electricute, shoot, beat, claim lies, and do shit cause you're bored. Huh... guess you aren't. But to those officers. All nations raise a middle finger and turns it's head when you get fucked. (This doesn't just happen in America obviously)
18) Speaking about NO ONE is above the law, HEY BUSH, FUCK YOU!
19) Beside all the things that happen in the news about cops. Believe it or not but there are good cops out there, that mean to do good. There are kind officers as well as horrible ones. But with that being said.
20) There are kind CITIZENS as well as HORRIBLE (Stupid, Ignorant, Dumb ass shit) ones. So shut your trap. (Before you diss the officer, figure out exactly wtf that citizen did. "Maybe that drug dealer given shit to your child did deserve to be tazed after all". Just sayin as an example, cause people do run into quick accusations based on what they see and not what they know.)
21) Hmm... I didn't realize that a gucci bag, a new cell phone, was more important then the homeless person asking for some food, better be careful, might be your ass out there soon in this economy.
22) People take shit for granted, enough said.
Yes these problems have been in and out of conversations/debates for years, ages, and centuries. I'm not stupid enough to point out the obvious without a reason... it has happened over and over but hey, WAKE UP! My point is that it's STILL happening... Shit! NO WONDER PEOPLE STILL TALK ABOUT IT! CAUSE IT'S STILL GOING ON! (Told you I have a reason to point out the obvious)
We talk about 3rd world countries. What the fuck happened to 2nd world? I'll define that now, it's right in front of you, the middle class and lower class. The "First Country" does not include all of America and well off countries, it includes CEO's and Corrupted officials.
His name a poem
I doubt you know him
He turned his head
While your soul bled
Forsook a great city
To have something pretty
He; is normally defined as a man
But another sense; all of human clan
We all make mistakes, it's a part of our life, a part of the way we grow. But if we keep making the same mistakes, how do we grow, how can we let our children grow? How do you choose to let them grow? In a world full of hate, full of violence, in a world where they can't even appreciate what's around them?
My generation approaches mother/father hood or is already in it. Those before us laid down the errors we should fix. What path do you want to take?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2eGYu7IxGk
This is the first film I ever made. I didn't have a camcorder at the time, so I ended up using the Sony Exlim. Comment and rate it! I wanna see if my hard work paid off lol. I also included bloopers lol.
That post received comments like:
"What a f__king idiot! This is a prime example of why entertainers should just shut their mouths and get the hell out of social politics."
"Jackie Chan has obviously taken one too many kung fu blows to his noggin....what a typically moronic statement from a celebrity; I guess the American film community isn't the only one thats full of idiots."
"He should keep his chink a$$ in commie land. Stay out of America. What an idiot. Send him to tibet and let the police beat him."
And these guys actually got thumbs up? Seriously... WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE?! GOD DAMN!
HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DEFEND FREEDOM WHEN YOU'RE BASHING SOMEONE ELSE FOR IT?! And even going as far as making racist comments and saying mean and degrading comments to someone who has their heart set out to do the right thing? HOW THE HELL IS THAT FREEDOM?!
Here's FREEDOM FOR YOU FUCKERS WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!
Freedom is the fight our forefathers had to die for, they died so we would be able to walk outside without fearing our neighbor's going to bash us. Democracy was meant for the people to voice as ONE, to live in peace as one.
But in this day an age, where the youth flip off and "rebel" against their parents, companies go over seas, men and women are being fired and layed off for no reason, where someone can sue someone else till they're poorer then the dirt they end up in. This is the ONLY country where the ex leader of it can take advantage of it and walk away unscathed.
I love my freedom, I love being American and I don't believe our forefathers fought so we could tarnish their history and become the most feared (instead of revered) and wasteful country.
Here's the funny fucking part, we all hate our f-n government but for some reason we love it more then all the others. DECIDE ALREADY! I have a friend who's in India, and it's the most peaceful he's ever been or seen others. Although he works and does other things, everyone's peaceful and doesn't really care.
The things that corrupt people: Religion, Politics, Material Goods, and Money.
If you have something bad to say, Go ahead and say it Punk, I'll give you a reason to question. But don't be fucking ignorant about things.
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If you're still here. Read and start with Autumn. You'll understand, or will you be lost like me?
A STORM
A room where so much life was held now shutters against the cold fading moon. You see? This room has seen photos come and go; the last of them in the darkness, the photos stand still and gray on top of a cherry red dresser. Your eyes strain and still you only see with what the moonlight provides. The window stands tall and proud, clear as day although grasped by the night air; light smoke calmly creeps across the outside of the panes.
You see her from the side, as she lies in front of the window. The six section glass towers her body as if a guardian in these uncertain nights. She lays there still, her eyes closed, resting her arms on her stomach. Her wispy mahogany hair glows slightly in the eerie moonlight. Can you see as I see? The gleaming red lips, the ivory soft skin, a face like that of an angel's sigh on a cold night? You stare at her face till the flashes of smiles run before your eyes, they don't stop, they can't. You remember her as if she was your soul, every detail dripping before you and the tears don't stop, how can they? You drowned them long ago...
The piano dances melancholy around the air, as you breathe it in and exhale the violin. It’s so sad; you can feel it in your heart as you step closer to her. Her chest rises slowly; your heart beats like Vivaldi in the midst of his darkening spring. You seem to glide towards her, almost effortlessly but with such struggle you stumble slightly in your ease, your eyes still on her. As you walk closer you can see the tears that fell from years before. Her soft ivory face leaves you scarlet and still; you stand there silent, your body wavering every now and then, disturbing the dust on the floor.
The lighting brands the sky and the thunder follows like a rolling plague. Your face goes white and you fear for her waking. Thunder pursues once more deafening the sky with sound, whatever blood in your body vanishes and you're left ghastly in the dark. The rain embellishes the gray sky, the rays of the moon reach towards the ground like graceful knives. The light hits her and as she opens her eyes, you see the peace that was once there, her eyes bright in the light of the moon shine a petrifying green. You remember, and you fall through the surface. Breaking through Vivaldi's summer, your heart beats faster and faster. She lays there and exhales your sky.
Afraid you stand as Medusa's statue, but she ignores you. Although her feet delicately touches the floor the dust jumps and vanishes leaving the room new as the day you arrived. Still silent and oblivious she runs past you and down the stairs and out into the open. Startled you get on the bed and look out the window to see her running through the meadow, she stops. She cups her hand around her mouth and shouts. You hear the thunder boom and you run down the stairs, through the black living room, and out into the open meadow.
Can you see as I see? The pallid quivering lips, the soft paling peach skin, a face that the angels sculpted with air now battered by rain. Her puffing cheeks were quick to forget the tears and embraced the rain, the eyes screamed at the stars and her voice was left ignored by the night. Lightning was strewn across the sky and in answer the night turned and surrendered itself to the rumbling barrage of cannons that swept the vault of heaven like the beginning of Vivaldi’s winter.
She crumpled to her knees and fell on the ground, the white dress that elegantly caressed her firm yet soft body, was soaked and the left side stained with dirt. Her legs to her right side she leaned with her arms out, her hands on the ground to support her. Her lonely tears joined the rain and danced on the forever inconstant ground. Her mahogany hair now black and soaked stayed close to her, as if in fear of what was to come. She looked at the sky and screamed; still you cannot hear her voice. You move closer, the tall grass slowing your progress; the lightning shatters the night and she screams once more; this time, the thunder roars your name. Do you understand now?
I am death, and I took you away, for you to see what you have taken for granted. Now return from whence you came.
I know this life is beyond me
It stretches further then my eyes can see
The pain inside that I've grown to learn
The silence that long pursues my empty soul, I yearn.
The storms rise and fall
In the darkness we haul
The lost and diverging
Till they arrive emerging
From the ebbing of the storm
From which they should have been born.
Sorry O_O!!! Just tell me what your thoughts are ^-^. (I kinda wanna write a bunch of short stories and poems and publish them hehe. So help me and tell me your thoughts! Be critical and tell me what you liked, didn't like, what feelings it gave you, what images you felt, what made you confused etc.)
JUST to let you know, it was intended to be somewhat (although not really) like Aesops Fables. Cause honestly, we do forget those that matter to us from time to time.
Whore this blog out if you can... I really want to see how many insights and stuff I can, and Mindsay is a vast site so PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TO WHORE MY BLOG! ^-^.
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What is your definition of a homeless person? An alcoholic man, a drug abuser, a person too lazy to support them self? For me a homeless person had a home, they were loved and they’re now abandoned, they include men, women and children, in fact 1 out of every 5 children in America lives in poverty.
At the age of 8 in the back of my mom's 1986 Toyota Treno; 10-15 feet away from me, I saw a family of three, a man, woman, and baby. He held a sign that said, "Laid off, homeless, please help." My mother gave them what she could and we moved on.
I come to you as a 21 year old student at De Anza College, I come healthy and proud, but I wasn't always this way. In my past I spent several days and nights on the streets, the stares were embarrassing and the memories of which still pains me.
I come to you full of hope, but I ask you to listen, and implore you to think and question.
You see them on the streets every day, yet they're hidden from view. They look and smell like dirt, yet they pick up the trash WE leave behind. We ridicule them and look down on them just because they don't have a home to return too. What if we could give them a home metaphorically?
If home is where the heart is, how are we to be so cold to the soldiers on the frontline in the war to protect the environment?
As stated by Nationalhomeless.org in 2003, 39% of homeless are under 18, 42% of which are under 5.
A survey in 2005 of 25 different cities in the U.S. revealed that 33% of the homeless population consists of a family with children.
5% of urban homelessness consists of children who are all alone.
In the end no matter the age, ethnicity, gender or religion, they all struggle in the cycle of poverty.
It is hard to break out of the cycle of poverty. You're living off of welfare, food stamps, Medicare, fear, embarrassment, and much more.
Without a home -> your health fluctuates -> which in turn interferes with your education -> without a solid education, finding a job that'll pay enough for rent and to take care of your family when you are homeless, is like finding god.
Without a job you don't have money to support your family much less yourself. Without steady income you can't rent a place, when most places require first and last month's rent up front as well as a security deposit.
Having a home not only supports you and gives you protection from the weather, but it also protects you from the prosecution against those who wish to harm you. Some if not most of you have already heard of homeless violence, but According to Brian Levin, Director for the Center of Study on Hate and Extremism at CA State University, -> "One homeless man was set ablaze on his wheelchair in Spokane Washington" -> A homeless woman was drowned in Tennessee's Cumberland river by two teenage boys.
Every day the homeless are beat and murdered for sport. They're chosen to be the sacrificial lamb because society views them as less than human.
If that isn't enough -> Ashley Fantz wrote an article for CNN telling of a homeless beating that made it to light. -> Three teens drunk and high beat and killed 49 year old Rex Baum at his camp site.
At first they taunted him, throwing sticks and leaves at him. It escalated, one of the boys landed a punch, and soon he was lost to the flurry of fists and stomping feet.
The beating did not stop there. The boys threw rocks, bricks and proceeded to pound him with a bat, a pipe and eventually a barbeque grill that Baum had at his site over the years. -> They left him with his head wedged in the grill -> feces smeared on his face, and cut open by a knife.
These actions are merely drops of blood compared -> to the ocean of crimson liquid AS each day passes.
A statement made by Laura Hansen, Executive director of the Broward Coalition for the homeless said, "I wish I could say that this was shocking and appalling, but it is not, we see it all the time."
I asked you earlier to question. Question yourself how many times you would have to see a homeless beat, and/or murdered to be numbed out to the pain.
"Scorned Trash Pickers Become Global Environmental Force" an article written by JACK CHANG from the McClatchy Newspaper, states that the homeless do affect the environment at a tremendous level. -> While it doesn't seem too important, I mean people picking up what we left around...
Consider this: On top of recycling, trash pickers actually lower methane emission, which is 20 times more potent and destructive to the Ozone layer then CO2 is.
Brazil boasts the highest recycling rate of almost 90%
They salvage 33,000 tons of recyclables a day.
Indonesia, the forth most populated country has 1/3 of its garbage recycled by trash pickers.
As for the U.S., we only recycle about half as much as we use, we waste so much and we take so much for granted.
The Economic Research Service or ERS “estimated that 96 billion pounds of food -> or 27% of the 356 billion pounds of edible food available for human consumption in the United States is wasted.”
The average person eats about 3 pounds of food each day; if 5% of the 96 billion pounds were recovered that amount would still feed 4 million people for the day.
Play my video - Homeless Remember, Will Always -
The homeless do make an impact and they need to be viewed in a different light, then the drug addicts and the alcoholics they are coincided with.
The homeless are a step to opening your eyes, like the environment both are abused and both are forgotten in our daily lives.
Most people automatically assume the homeless are going to ask for money. In my experience, people will strike a conversation with a random person next to them just to avoid you; they would ignore you even when all you did was say hello. Most homeless would like a home, but acknowledging their existence is enough.
With that being said, would you have listened to what I had to say if I was homeless? If you would I challenge you for 3 days to record what you eat and how much money you spent that day and total how much you wasted at the end.
If you guys could go to youtube, and watch the film "Homeless. I remember, Will Always." and tell me what you think of it and what kinds of emotions it strikes and how deep. Thanks!
She is beautiful and poofy cheeked, her laugh and her smile alone makes my day better and more bearable (should anything bad happen). I love making her laugh and being around her, she does a lot of things I find cute and funny.
The Answer
If you find your heart you'll find your answer
Buried deep inside where you hide and smother
Plagues like winds from a mind of another
The one that could have been a lover
What ever slips and slides into your mind
What ever falls and fly's we may find
Lets not regret and do it together
I could have said that, but I'm at the end of my tether
Love requires sacrifice
The understanding of two sides.
But if this one stands on the side alone
It takes no action unless it atones
A course of action taken for one's own pleasure
Will come about once again to sever
The blissful lie to an untrained eye
So now, tell me, what is your answer?
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