Sunday, October 17, 2010

Do Tell

So today I'm going to do something different. First of all let me start by saying I started writing a book and the combo of writing a feature and a book has me wanting to smoke again. I swear I only smoke when I write so these damn black and milds are calling my name. Honestly, I don't feel like blogging but I don't feel like working (writing) at 1:30am with class in the morning.

So basically what I'm going to do different is blog song lyrics. This is a song by Joe Budden: a seriously underrated rapper. This song is called Do Tell and it's probably the most relatable song I've ever heard. You should seriously go get his debut self titled album from 2003 and then his Mood Muzik collection: it ranges from 1: The worst of Joe Budden to 4: can it get any worse. He also has a therapy series with names like Padded Room, Halfway House, Escape Route, and Great Escape. This song comes off his Padded Room album. Just check the lyrics

Tell my mother I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt her//
 But even when I did, I never meant to take it further//
 Tell my father I love him, dot dot etcetera//
He used to give me advice like a plethora//
 I tried to find myself, but I was your replica//
I mean, I only tried to be what you never was//
Tell my older brother I'm bad at being a brother//
I know I never told you just how highly I think of ya//
Tell my grandmother she always was a friend to me//
I would have visited more if I wasn't so into me//
Tell my son I think his mother is an asshole//
When he gets older, he'll understand how that goes//
Tell my hood I left, not for greed or wealth//
I did it for my own sanity to keep my health//
I tried to bring a few with me, hoping we could cash in//
But all they said was I didn't help them in a timely fashion//
Tell music she saved me when shit was adverse//
My first love, I'd give my life if it would save hers//
Tell my friends: each one//
They taught me how to be one//
I owe to them part of everything I've become//
Tell fame I don't want it//
Now I keep it a hundred//
I tried my best to go get him, but the asshole fronted//
So I lie dormant//
Living through torment//
Tell cops I got warrants, I don't warrant//
 Tell the therapist I never thought I'd get here//
Somebody ask love why she didn't want to live here//
Tell my heart it's got a lot of pride//
Anybody thinking they know me, I apologize//
Grandpa's 80 plus, still being strong//
Tell the fake ones to keep on keeping on//
Faithfully, tell anybody that hated me//
Basically, all they really did was motivated me//
They say I'm difficult so to put it simply//
Tell the world I never cared it was against me//
Tell God to be there in case I fall//
Tell the fans I never jipped them, I always gave them my all//
Tell my girl she put me through it//
But if I had to go through it with anybody, I'm thankful its her//
Tell every member of my family//
For too long I hid behind my own insanity.. It got me caught up//
Can somebody tell money that I changed him to the death//
I thought I was going to catch him but I ran out of breath//
Tell my bruises I'm good I'm fine, I normally heal quick//
Tell the rain come down, I'd like to feel it//
I asked God to give me a hand. But he wouldn't//
I kept telling myself I can't. and then I couldn't//
If people want to kill me, tell them I already died//
Tell everybody that will listen, I tried//
Til the water ran dry//
Tell the tears to get the fuck out my eyes//
Tell the crust it tastes great, but I would rather have the pie//
Ask success what I got to do to succeed//
Tell my younger brother I look at him like my seed//
You will be the mouths I feed//
If our father ever tells me how to get rid of this greed//
Tell him that I'm grown. But really I'm not finished growing//
Tell failure I didn't want to get to know him//
Tell the stick up kids to come and get me//
Tell the stereotypes I tried them on, they didn't fit me//
Tell whoever I wronged that I apologize//
Tell the bumps in the road that I got to ride//
They tell me I got a lot of pride//
I tell them how the fuck you going to tell me what I got inside//
They tell me life is what you make it//
Thats when I tell them I beg to differ.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Last Chance Run

I never thought I would be a sports writer. But honestly, its combining two of my favorite things so why the hell not? The only good thing about fall is the start of basketball and football season.. I'm talking to you SCHOOL.. and so I'm kinda excited about it this year. The football season is almost as unpredictable as the happiness of Brad and Angelina but a lot more interesting, which is why I tend to lead towards liking basketball more. Also, theres a cycle in basketball that you don't see in football. A team sucks so they do well in the draft lottery. Two years with a couple top five picks later, and the team is all of a sudden a contender. I'm talking to you Chicago and Oklahoma City. But with football, you don't really get that. You could be drafting Ryan Leaf or Ronnie Brown as a number one pick or Tom Brady as the 217th pick, you just never know in football.

So my next post might be about the cycle of a team, but for right now just go with me. It's a big year change for basketball: a lot of young teams are coming in and a lot of old teams are losing their stardom. I may talk about the young teams that are on their way up (*cough cough. Knicks. cough cough*) but this specific one is about the teams that are on their way out and need to make this season their best for a last chance title run.

Los Angeles Lakers
Phil Jackson is retiring at the end of this year. He has 11 rings, he's never coming back. He only came back this year because he wants to be the only coach EVER in ANY SPORT to say he has four 3-peats. That's right, FOUR. He's won the championship three times in a row four times. Thats kind of crazy.
Side Note: seriously, why aren't more teams incorporating the triangle offense. Get a Nikon and Bill Belichick that shit.
Kobe Bryant is 32, Pau Gasol is 30, and Derek Fisher is 36; and Derek is also thinking about asking for a trade to go to the Heat. fuckin' trader. I'm not even a Laker fan and I despise that. You've been on the team for your whole career, its not like you've never won one. YOU HAVE FIVE. and you'll probably get the sixth.
But anyway, the Lakers are aging and don't have a successor. Sasha Vuya-whatever is a flop and Lamar Odom fell off just shy of what Eddy Curry did. The Lakers are going to take five-ten years to reinvent their whole roster. But with the team they have now, they have a last chance run.

Boston Celtics
First off, I hate you Boston. I'm a Knick and Yankee fan so I hate everything about Boston. So on the bright side, Ray Allen is 35, KG is 34, Pierce is 33, and Shaq is 65.. but their silver lining is Rondo, Perkins, and Big Baby: who all come in at under 25. Rondo is arguably the number 1 PG in the league, but he can't do it by himself. The problem is Rondo's competitive nature and small stature will always make them a playoff team but as a bottom seed. So they are always going to be .500 and never get good draft picks. Remember the 20-something years when you guys sucked after Ron Mercer? Its coming back after this season.

Phoenix Suns
Amare left. YESSSSS!!! He's a Knick. and Nash is like 36. He plays like he's 26 but that wont last forever. After this season he's going to fall off, especially with NO HELP. I doubt you'll get to the West Finals again so honestly, last year was your last chance. I'm sorry Nash, you can come to the Knicks for a year if you want. We'll trade you for Eddy Curry since you guys need a center.

Dallas Mavericks
Honestly, the number one do or die team. They haven't done it in a while. Dirks like 35, Kidd's like 37, and the bench is all in their 30s. Mark Cuban doesn't have a single player younger than he is. Speaking of Mark, I don't think he's actually aggressively made a huge roster change in years. He's signed players and filled positions like bringing in Shaun Marion (33) but hasn't done anything significant since Kidd. He made a comment about 'wanting' Lebron but didn't actually pursue him. This is the Mav's last run with a owner like Cuban too afraid to pull the big deal trigger.

San Antonio Spurs
Same deal. Seriously, the biggest signing is Antonio Mcdyess and/or Dejaun Blair. Honestly, that's like an old/young version of overrated overweight power forwards. Good work. Duncan is getting up there and he can't compete with the Lebrons, Howards, Gasols (both of them), or anybody else big. Basically, the Spurs have no size. and Tony Parker (Mr. Eva Longoria, you lucky asshole) has lost some of his step, which is too bad. cause he was actually good in a Derrick Rose before Derrick Rose way. five-ten years to reinvent the roster. We'll miss you every-other-year champs.

Honorable Mention


Toronto Raptors: replace Bosh and Hedo and do it quick. Or take ten years, whichever sounds better. You guys had a chance to be solid if you had a point.

Cleveland Cavaliers: you guys definitely have my sympathy because you are the definition of rebuilding.  Just be patient, theres another Lebron working his way through school. I'll be eligible next year.

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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Hello Expectations

I'm writing my sixth feature and its so average. I have no buildings being destroyed by terrorists or the main character getting martyred for an underlying MLK/ Malcolm X tone. When I send it to studios, nobody is going to say I'm the next Spike Lee or that I'm a fake ass Jason Statham. and I'm fine with that. As a matter of fact, I am doing my life story-or an alternative life.

Every summer when I get my tuition bill for the next year, I go through this 'I can't afford this' phase and think I'm going to have to drop out. So I imagine what would happen if I dropped out of school. Or if my mom got remarried. And what would happen if we moved... to Florida..

Thats what my feature is about. If I dropped out of school and had to move home with my mom in her new home in Florida with her new husband and my younger brothers and sisters. I take after my dad so much that my family and everybody in my hometown calls me 'Little Mike'. Throughout the movie, they call the main character that and he hates it. It's the only distinguishing fact that I'm home and not in the city any more. Its the difference of being treated like an adult and a high school kid in my eyes.

I have no intention of selling it. I'm not being a pessimist, it's more like a realistic thought. Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. So after not selling my first 5, why sell my 6th. But I love writing and I love drawing. Putting myself into a story helps me lose track of time. Its 4am now and I don't even think about it (besides this mention). I pick up smoking. I pick up running. Those two combinations are oil and vinegar but I need both of them just like I need writing.

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