I’m raw, I’m courteous, I’m loud, I’m reserved, I don’t give a shit, I wanna see you happy, I’m a drunk, I got self control, I’m friendly, I don’t trust you, I’m chauvinistic, I love love, I’m a comedian, I’m a singer, I’m a real nigga, I’m a real NIGGA, I’m high class, I’m a rapper, I’m Ren kinfolk. FWM.
There’s a handful of songs that move past my brain and actually have a seat in my heart. Those songs are dangerous. My emotions are very difficult to control once they are let loose and certain songs tend to do that. One song in particular is a church song.
I know I’ve been changed, the angels in the heavens dun signed my name.
Every time I hear that song, I’m either about to cry or I say “Fuck it” and cry. I used to fight it all the time but now I let it go sometimes. I can be right on the side of my wife or my potna at church cryin like a bitch and they don’t know because we’re all looking straight. I just get to thinking about all the great things I’m able to take part in and where I woulda been had I not changed. The people that know me, know what I’m talkin about.
Do you have some songs that give you overwhelming emotions like that?
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I didn’t start going to live shows until I was like 26 years old. I missed out on a lot of shit. I would have loved to see UGK live. I wanna know if they brought out the live band with them. What about Busta? Was he surprised about some of his songs getting so much love? I still haven’t been to an R&B show. Are all the women throwing their panties on stage? Are all the girls feeling on themself after the concert? What’s the best concert you’ve been to and why?
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First off, I love church. I looooooooove church. It’s like being in college for life. The lessons are about how to live an exceptional life. It’s like being in Stephen Coveys 7 Habits class every week. I’m a Christian. Never took off running or danced in a church. But I believe that Jesus is the son of God and since I’m baptized I’m going to heaven. I haven’t stopped drinkin or talking shit yet, but going to church and getting to know the truth about Christ is the SOLE reason I got my life on the right track. The very best decision I’ve ever made in my life was going to church and believing what the guy was saying. The second was getting married. The third was going back to college. I’ve known some great people in church and it’s one of my favorite activities.
Now that that’s out the way. Let’s talk about how formal some church people are. I just read an article about a pastor fuckin somebody else’s wife at the church. The language that he’s using to describe it is killing me. Since he’s in the church he says stuff like “I know my God is a forgiving God, but my wife is unforgiving. My wife is a very jealous and vengeful woman.” What kinda bullshit is that? BITCH, you cheated on her. HOW can she be jealous if you actually do the shit? Tell the truth. Just say, I wanted some different pussy got some. He can’t say that because he’s Mr. Church Guy. It’s like some church folks don’t wanna be normal. You don’t always have to say “I’m making love”. How can you make love to someone that’s not your wife? YOU my friend was “fuckin a bitch”. Just like dudes outside of church. You know how I know that? Because NOW you don’t wanna talk to her no more. If you was making love, you would LOVE to talk to her. But you don’t. Because she was just a bitch you got some pussy from.
Look, I know I’m using some foul language. Well 1. That’s the way I talk. 2. Do you think that the wife will agree with me when she finds out? You think she’s going to say “How could you make love to that woman?” Or will she say, “I can’t BELIEVE you fucked that BITCH?” You may think I’m out of line. Who gives a shit. The point of this article? Being in a classy position doesn’t mean you’re not doing the same thing normal people do. Bill Clinton got his dick sucked, Tiger Woods was fuckin hoes, Zimmerman shot a nigga, and Obama smoked weed. Happy Tuesday.
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Stop letting them make you believe that you can’t do whatever you put your mind to. Stop letting them make you believe you have to follow protocol to succeed. Most successful people marched to the tempo of their own drum. Why do you think you would have to operate within boundaries to achieve success if successful people didn’t have to. Whatever that success may be. You think Bill Gates, Jay-Z, Warren Buffett, and Barack Obama went around asking everybody for permission to be successful? Hell naw. They just operated the way they felt was right and won over the right people’s heart at the right time. So don’t get caught up in other weak minded people’s rules of engagement. In short….I ain’t scared of these muthafuckas. You shouldn’t be either.
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Announcement 1: D-Risha and I are sharing a set , drummer included, with Hip Hop Legend Large Professor on June 26th ($10)
Announcement 2: Show with Paul Wall, Lil Keke, K-Rino, and Juan Gotti On July 13th. ($13)
Announcement 3: I’m now operating under a label called HMK or the Hitmakuzz. (Don’t start googling shit becuase we haven’t started that part of the campaign yet.) Name is fitting right? We’re dropping a full fledged compilation album soon. This does NOT mean I’m quitting my job yet. It DOES mean I have a team. More details on that later.
Bottom line is, we finna crank some shit up. I really appreciate your support.
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You know why we like to hang out wit our boys instead of chill wit you? It’s not because we on the down low. (Another subject, another day). It’s because our boys know how to chill. To tell you the truth, we would rather be chilling with you. But it’s a lot of pressure when we’re together. It’s like having a supervisor. I understand you want to make me better, but learn to STFU every now and then and enjoy the moment. Chill. Oh you didn’t like that? My boys woulda thought that was funny. That’s the shit I’m talkin about right there. Even if I woulda told them to “STFU every now and then” they would have laughed. Because we boys. So Chill. We know it ain’t no harm in it. Nobody is worried about how rude it was or if I really meant it. So Chill.
One of the best things about me and my lady is that we are able to sit down and listen to music TOGETHER. Then we would talk about the songs and shit. We can talk politics, movies, books, sports, money, relationships, all that shit. In return, I’m more receptive to talk about plants, gossip, her job, and all that other stuff I normally wouldn’t give a fuck about. She also can hang with me and my boys and do the same thing. Now I don’t tell her to STFU or nothing. But I really don’t have to because she don’t try to take over conversations the way that most women do. And I’m not afraid to say MOST WOMEN because ya’ll don’t even like each other because of that exact reason so STFU. It ain’t all about you sweetheart. CHILL.
There have been some things that I NEVER thought I could get enough of. Like I thought I could always eat 1000 skittles. I used to eat them shits all day in school because I sold them. (I was getting high on my own supply sometimes). But now I don’t crave skittles. True I enjoy them but not like I did before.
I also thought that I could never get mad at certain people or ever be disappointed by a muffucca. But here we are. Potnas totally fully of shit to the point to where it’s disgusting. Wife ALWAYS finding a way to step on a nerve. Momma may fuck around and say something that have me like “That’s pretty fucked up…I’m going home now.” I just think it’s great to enjoy those moments where you feel like nothing can go wrong more. You don’t have to prepare for the “real” shit to kick in. Fuck it….party. Then when the party over….roll to the next one. Hopefully you’re mature enough to be wise in your movements. HMKAllday. I’ll explain that another time.
Ladies, please stop dealing with these sorry mufuccas. I know they fun. I know they knocking you down all hours of the night. I know they always got some drama for you to entertain yourselves. But that’s mostly because they ain’t got no damn job. They ain’t got no damn responsibilities. They just selfishly moving through life doing whatever feels right at the time. And when you entertain these sorry muffuccas, it gives them a great reason to stay a sorry muffucca. With that motivation, they actually put the sorryness in high gear.
What do I mean by high gear? For one, if they DO get a job, they become a sorry muffucca on the job too. Making 1000 excuses why they keep showing up late or doing a raggedy job. They even take it to church. Always crying at the alter on Sunday and going upside your head Sunday night. No loyalty to friends and snitching on niggas as soon as they get threatened with time. Sorry muffuccas are terrible fathers and wonderful drug abusers/customers. Ladies…..it’s all up to you. Please get off the boo boo.