My Style of Storytellin (1)

Never been one to go to the best one/ more or less end up with the next one/ bored so I need to get with a fresh one/ but this last girlfriend was an exception/ lost in love so I lost my perception/ no direction unless led by an erection/ out here vulnerable with no protection/ lies and deception so they played detective/ mainly because at some point they felt neglected/ maybe not loved but respected/ check it..


I can honestly say/ that out of the four past relationships I've been in/ lust at some point has pulled me away/ but the love for the one that I was with/ made me remember my reasons to stay with the chick/ regardless if in my mind I felt she was a bitch/ telling myself over and over again/ "how bad could it get?"/ then I stopped playing pretend/ left the girlfriend for the one on the side/ and every bit of me except for the 6 inches of me felt that it wasn't right/ closing my eyes visualizing myself drowning in a pool full of lies/ time to realize...


It all started off with this girl Whitney who went to Skyline/ half Black and Puerto Rican so you know her body was right/ lived in Issaquah so her parent's paper was right/ a little ditzy so there was a little flicker to her light, not so bright/ but what I can say was that the fighting was light/ everything about us seemed to be cool and tight/ but I had no L's and no whip/ so she would have to drive to the Southend via I-90, a long trip/ I remember the time, me and my bestfriend went to Skyline to visit her and her friends at lunch/ kids in the halls thinking we're looking for some kid to punch/ but I'm getting sidetracked with the story I'm trying to tell/ and even though on the surface everything seemed so swell/ the water started drying up at the bottom of the well/ I met this girl at my school who played soccer and was a hooper as well/ a young freshman named Madeline from Queen Anne/ heard she was feeling me, at the time something I could understand/ so we hung out a couple times/ talk when we can/ that's when I found myself being treated like her man/ all of a sudden something short seemed to stretch over a longer time span/ that's when I got a phone call that had me like/ damn...


So I'm with Madeline when I get a call from Kellen/ talking about I need to listen to the shit Jesse Armstead is tellin/ now Jesse is bestfriends with my girlfriend/ then she says she has a boyfriend, that isn't me/ man, I don't understand this is whirlwind/ of lies, emotions, and confusion/ says that Whitney had him over to meet the family but I can't really be mad because look what it is I'm doin/ because my girl doesn't know that Madeline is something I'm pursuing/ I guess this relationship with me and Whitney is ruined/ transition/ so now that I have no girlfriend I kind of mention/ to Madeline that she could be the piece that's missin/ that's when things start getting kinda serious/ and at the time she was a virgin so I'm curious/ if she'll let me be the one but I'm fearing this/ is too soon between break ups/ no time for me to analyze the relationship before I take up/ a brand new woman/ what the hell am I doin...


Attracted by those beautiful blue eyes/ toned ass and thighs/ in my eyes I looked at Madeline as a prize/ but at the time it wasn't that cool that another white girl took another black guy/ but all my homeboys understood/ she felt comfortable coming to my crib, staying late in the hood/ gain creditbility so everything was all good/ I wasn't her first she tells me but it's still all good/ because honestly it doesn't matter that much/ warmed by the softness of her touch/ feeling like everything is good and I can't get enough, that's when things got rough/ insecurities is something that my last relationship didn't have/ I have a lot of homegirls and that would make Madeline mad/ then I would flirt without knowing it/ having to convince her she was the only girl that was keeping me glad, was driving mad/ accusations left and right, up and down/ rumors being made from people that don't even know me so what can I do?/ someones' little sister says I made out with her sister, how in the hell is that true?/ just tell me what I gotta do to convince you somehow/ that I'm not the person you keep hearing about?


Being accused of crimes started weighing on me/ I got sick and tired of people hatin on me/ like I'm cold as ice and people are skating on/ the happiness that I had with Madeline people are taking from me, now this is taking on/ a brand new shape, I need a brand new escape/ pissed off one night real late/ one of my sisters' friends is over and apparently she thinks I'm great/ well I can't say the same because honestly I considered her very plain/ but this would happen all the time until my sister would say/ "If you're coming to see him don't lie to me saying you wanna come over and stay"/ that would lead to a particular day/ up at my high school when this pretty young thing came my way/ I mistook her for a girl who's name started with an A/ then I found out her last name was actually Dang/ something about this girl intrigued greatly/ wondering so much about her, mainly why is it that she's acting like she hates me/ but she's giving me the time of day/ she knows who I am so I had to ask her name/ she said it was Stacey...


TO BE CONTINUED...

Who's Your R.O.Y?

                  

Let's be honest, the race for 2010-2011 Rookie of The Year is a race between two players, John Wall (above) and Blake Griffin (below). For a second let's pretend that the NBA doesn't keep track of stats and the award is given to the person who's play is the best, who do you give the award to? Here's my argument for both players...

John Wall: Watching John Wall it's easy to see why he is considered to be arguably the best rookie in the NBA right now. No one can catch him in the open court, he gets to the rim whenever he pleases, but more importantly he's making his teammates around him better. By being an effective Point Guard he's taking the load of Gilbert Arenas (he could use the lack of attention this season) on the offensive end, and he's making the Washington Wizard bigs actually have to roll to the hoop LOOKING for the ball. He has improved the Wizards with his play so far this season. The only thing hurting him would be is current injury which has sidelined him for a couple games, but those games that he has sat out it is apparent that the Wizards need him on the floor. Wall for R.O.Y

Blake Griffin: If you had to ask anyone if Blake Griffin should be the Rookie of The Year, ask the rim at the Staples Center. Blake Griffin this season as beat up the rim the same way Ike used to beat Tina, the only difference is that people like it when Griffin beats up on the rim. Clippers fans worried about Griffin after losing him for his first season (Griffin sat out all of last season due to knee surgery), perhaps thinking that when he came back he wouldn't be as explosive as he was at Oklahoma University...boy were they wrong. All Griffin has been doing this season is dunking, and if you just so happen to be under, around, or in front of the rim you're just there to be a part of a Sportcenter highlight. Griffin has added a midrange shot to his game, and you can see that through his play so far this season. Teams are gonna try to give him a step but with that square-up-knock-down off the glass shot a part of his game, he's going to be an even bigger problem from the defense. Griffin  is giving fans a reason to go to the Staples Center to watch Los Angeles play...that are NOT the Lakers. Griffin for R.O.Y

With that being said, who do you pick? Wall is going to have the ball in his hands more than Griffin which could contribute to Wall having better numbers at the end of the season than Griffin. Griffin though is going to dunk his way into your memory, trying to make the decision purely based on the excitement level of his play, not to mention his nearly double-double numbers. Could it come down to which team makes the playoffs? If that's the case the Clippers could be in trouble living in the West where let's be honest the better teams exist. The Wizards have a pretty good chance of getting the 7th or 8th spot in the East but can the Clippers do the same out in the West? Or could we have a repeat of the 1995 season where Grant Hill and Jason Kidd split the trophy? All I know is that both young men are fantastic players, and if you get a chance to watch them play jump at the opportunity.

down the dark alley

Lights flicker
Drizzling rain remains steady
Eyes burning from fatigue
It looks like he's ready
For the hijack
Robbery
Assault or kidnap
I need money and you look like the 1st of the month
Dark thoughta revolving around what I want
Whoever, whenever, whatever I want
Look at this chump
The pump will probably take a whole piece
Leave a chunk
Put him in the bag and toss him in the trunk
Or put a blanket on him
A long sleep in the bed of the truck
...Fuck
I'm salivating at the thought of this sitting duck
Wait until it gets real when I run up
Hands up or lay down
Don't comply as your reply I suggest you duck
Close combat could result in you getting cut
I need your money, wallet, and your cell
Lastly I need your life
BOOM
See you in hell...

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Ready, Yet, Go

When you're ready for me raise your hand
I've taught you what I could
And I know you now understand the mind of a man
As that was something your life lacked
I gave to you something you can use
Now if you choose to give back, go head
Because instead of dealing with a dickhead
Or looking for a dick's head
You've found happiness in your work
Girl go head
I see you from a distance running on all cylinders
Going hard, flexing your pistons
The distinction between you and them
Is the difference between sink and swim, they're drowning
On the path to your grown up shit, they're clowning
But it's no time for the circus because it's time to start working
You're reaching the pinnacle of what I knew you could achieve
I feel like you were my number one recruit
Who bought into my system
I gave you something to believe and all you had to do was listen.

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Poker Chips

Pull your pants up

The tide is soon to go in

Poker face on

Still I'm going all in

Because the hand I was dealt bro

Will stick to you like some damn velcro

You can't shake it, can't take it

Authentic, can't fake it

Fresh

No way for you to bake it

And it's mine all mine, no way you can take it

Can't escape it

You already put your chips in

Better hope the turn becomes your bestfriend

Nope

In-my-favor

Bet more and you'll lose more

I'll use your chips on the strip

To a homeless man who's in desperate need of a savior

I'm not Jesus

But if I was you'd be praying to me for a King

I know you need this

But I don't see this

Being the card floating down the river

The chips I put in I need back

1/16 of an Native American giver

Take this loss to your liver

Shake and quiver

Cold I am

I'm Mr. Winter

Eating off your plate so thank you for dinner

I am a winner

But I am not perfect

Because I am a sinner

I balance that by being a giver

Giver

Give her

Nathan

My poker face is more of a mask like Jason

Here comes the river card, no waiting

You thought it was a King

Nope a Joker

Sadly mistaken.

Short Breaths

Missing those times

Dorm room memory

Crack House enemy

Stubborn mentality

What are you trying to get out of me?

Mutual tears

Disclosed fears

Open hearts

Closed ears

Ajar minds

What are you trying to find?

Blunts and booze

Movies of many genres

So much food

Face to face meetings with your vagina

Scattered thoughts

Unclear motives

Malicious objectives

Playing detective

You were supposed to be my protection!!

There when he was lost

Paying for love

At such a cheap cost

Lost in the serious

At times completely oblivious to the matter.

Puzzle pieces that won't fit

In and out of the same shit

Lack of confidence

Trust wasn't always it

Communication lacking

I sent you packing

But not because I asked but because you ran out of gas.

I hope that I'm not your last

But at times

I feel like I was your first

At you finding love for what it's worth

Left as two spirits

Just roaming Mother Earth.

Crumbles To Ground

Now single for the moment

And it seems like I seem right and all these ladies know it

Yet I somehow lack that one main component

So fuck 'em

I'll face them no need to duck em when you can replace what's lost

But this loss has my left foot falling off

The edge witht he right one ready to follow

Head strong but right now it feels like my heart is hallow

Is there one that I can borrow until tomorrow because things will change then

No need for a girlfriend in the middle of this whirlwind

But how can I pretend

To be a love interest when I act like I just wanna be ya friend

I break no rules but a few of them I will definitely bend

Like the times I open my mouth and the truth is down so deep within it

That it spills out, before you know it I'm finished

And the opportunity has diminished

And I apologize if I'm being honest when I tell you you're best quality is your eyes

And you ask "well what about my mind?"

Then I reply "well I mean you do have lovely eyes, and I don't wanna lie"

Hung up

Ran up on a overly done up young buck

And wasted my time?

Nah because at times her and I had the time of my life

But I lost it and right now it's something I can't seem to find

Which makes me think that I never really had it to begin with

So the feelings that I was feeling could have all been lies...

The Reason

I still see you when my eyes are closed
I hear you piercing through the silence
I've learned through love so much violence
From an emotional standpoint
And right now I can't pinpoint the cause of all this
"Getting over you" is what they call this
When I signed up I didn't ask for all this, or maybe I did
You learn love is beautiful as a kid
But the truth somehow hidden
Love is pain, whoever said that wasn't kidding
Line after line I have written
In the hopes the letters will erase what I can't seem to be forgetting
I guess I'm living, because this feels like death
I beat this idea over and over until there is none left
To the point that I'm fatigued and out of breath
What's left?
Hopefully a friendship that's why I had to end this
Constant conversation because you being my ex
And new found friend had too close of a relation
I couldn't appreciate you for who you are
Because the distance between "then" and "friends" wasn't too far
So this is the distance I believe is needed
And I apologize if you feel cheated
A letter to you, part of me kinda hopes you read it
To give you explanation that I couldn't explain
Because honestly from yesterday to today, I feel the same
Pain, confusion, all kinds of stuff
This is tough
But in my mind it feels right and necessary
You probably feel so secondary in a line of importance in mind
Well you're right about that
But know that leaving you is the best way for you to get me back...

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"Love Guilt"

Her face isn't like yours, but her body is so similar

I don't know what I'm doing yet this dance feels familiar

In the wrong but it feels so right

Time flying into the morning sun through the moon's night...

That feeling of "awkward" is reaking off me

Body language was what was spoken so right now I have no urge for talking

Shame found on the sidewalk in which I'm walking down

Silence surrounds me, noise I try to drown it out

At the time there was little doubt; my how it changes

Heavy blinking because I keep seeing changing faces

Hers then yours, yours then hers, I can't seem to escape this

It could be my guilt getting the best of me

Or my heart creating some terrible gut wrenching recipe.

Sideways sickness I'm feeling through my soul

How could I do something and expect for her to never know

I have to tell her though back home is the last place I wanna go

I stroll down the avenue

Thinking of every scenario that could be made and trying to prepare

The reality of it is I'm really scared

That night of passion didn't have a single shred of care in it

Her eyes mesmorizing as I stared in them

Those legs stretched throughout my mind, I can't forget them.

Choked up

As I take the key and go up ready for my fate

Feeling like I'm on death row and today is my date

To be strapped to the table and injected

I've neglected the fact that I have something wonderful when I come back

Haulted by something on my door

It's a note she left me and it reads

"I found somebody else, and I think it'd be best if you just tried to forget me

-Love"

And nothing more.



NBA Scores (Nov. 2)

Scores

76ers vs. Wizards

116-115

Wizards: J. Wall 29 Pts, 2 Reb, 13 Ast, 9 Stl

Hawks vs. Cavs

100-88

Cavs: J. Hickson 31 Pts, 5 Reb, 1 Stl

Celtics vs. Pistons

109-86

Celtics: K. Garnett 22 Pts, 6 Reb, 2 Ast, 1 Stl, 2 Blk

Wolves vs. Heat

97-129

Heat: L. James 20 Pts, 12 Ast, 2 Stl, 1 Blk

Blazers vs. Bucks

90-76

Blazers: L. Aldridge 14 Pts, 8 Reb, 2 Ast, 4 Stl, 5 Blk

Grizzlies vs. Lakers

104-125

Grizzlies: R. Gay 30 Pts, 4 Reb, 3 Ast, 1 Stl, 1 Blk

 

"High Tide"

The first time is a reminder of the worst time

Should have known something was wrong by the way it started

Something in common yet so departed and separated

Pumped at the fact I was actually able to make, in your phone

Looking back at now, boy was I wrong

Because even though the sexual attraction was strong something was lost

Definitely felt like something was off, and it ended up being me

Unable to actually see the reality of what this was to me

Because I was lost in what this was for you

So somehow you were able to completely warp me in your vision

Felt like LeBron James when he had to make "The Decision"

Headed to South Beach.

I need some sort of outreach program because I'm lost in what I don't understand

And sadly on the surface it seems so simple and plain

Forgetting the game

Is being played 365 and even when sleep

Analyzing my behavior and speech trying to find something to point out then tweak

Within a week I was able to feel weak

With the weekend as a release as I found a way to gain peace.

Not empty but definitely missing a piece, of mind

But I can have that filled as I've managed to keep my mind

So in due time

It'll be the tides that'll turn and the water will roll in

No more sand on the beach that because a frequent

What am I teaching?

Nothing unless you feel like I'm preaching then it's a lesson

Stress man.