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AMARIE

I love this music video. This is The Game. In this song, “My Life” he talks about how he has done a lot of bad things and he is still around yet many good people he knows have died.

I particularly like the lines “So eat this black music and tell me how it tastes now. And fuck Jesse Jackson because it ain’t about race now.” To me, this line means that with Obama as President, we can’t just look at him and say he’s a black man. There is only one President and Obama is it, it’s not about race now. And people who wanted to make it about race, like Jesse Jackson, are not in this black artist’s good graces, who wants to be seen without his race coming first. Pretty powerful statements in only a few lines…

** Please, understand that these lyrics are hard/tough/crude. This may or may not emphasize the message that is trying to be expressed, but please read the message and try not to be turned off by the harsh lyrics** Another (AW) post….

Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit
What you was gon’ do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass ni**a?
{*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don’t shoot, don’t shoot)
{*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you ni**a

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I’m grindin until I’m tired
Cause they said you ain’t grindin until you tired
So I’m grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find
A way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin why you haven’t taken my life (my life, my life)
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right)
My life (my life, my life)

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I’m from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn’s Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life)
Cause that’s Jesus people, and Game, he’s the equal
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood ni**a feed off evil?
Answer my question ‘fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus]

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24’s spinnin? I earned ’em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned ’em
So it ain’t no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain’t no Proof, I’ll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now
Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and ni**az could drop it out of town
Got a Cris’, call my estate, I’m never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Chorus]

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the “Chronic” album, play it backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I’m from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
{“Compton, Compton”} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life)
Ain’t no bars, but ni**az can’t escape the hood
It took so many of my ni**az, that I should hate the hood
But it’s real ni**az like me, that make the hood
Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life)
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I’m +Paid in Full+, the ni**a Alpo couldn’t stop that
Even if they brought the ni**a ‘Pac back
I’ll still keep this motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)

HEATHER

I am old school…..this is my favorite:

I actually have the 1991 Brougham dElegance version of his limo….

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3 Comments
  1. November 19, 2009 9:46 pm

    Whoever is leaving all these comments has some serious anger issues. Slow down, breath, take a nice warm bath and try to wash away all the darkness inside yourself. You do realize that in California we have laws against stalkers, stalker!

    I can see that you are ignorant racist woman hating bastard but all the hatred you have is a reflection of yourself. I know life can be difficult and you probably didn’t have a warm and caring mother and your dad probably was real hard on you but it’s allright. Let it go. Move on. Do something productive. Leave your sad and sorry hole and get a life……seriously.

    From Keri who has known and been a friend of Heathers for a long, long time.

  2. November 19, 2009 10:00 pm

    Also…Slick Rick is the bomb!

    From Keri

    FULL DISCLOSURE: THERE USE TO BE A LOT OF COMMENTS FROM A HATER ON THIS SITE AND I REMOVED THEM. MY GIRLFRIEND KERI WAS OVER WHILE I WAS TAKING A SHOWER BEFORE GOING TO HEAR KITTY KITTY SHOW ON SUNSET BLVD. AND SHE POSTED THIS ….. WHICH I THOUGHT WAS COOL….BUT SHE DIDN’T REALIZE SHE WAS USING MY COMPUTER THAT WAS LOGGED TO ME, SO IT LOOKS LIKE I WROTE IT. REGARDLESS, KERI IS THE BEST FRIEND I EVER HAD.

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