Track 23. Relationshit (Tha Remix)

Now... let's see who's gonna be givin' me tha evil eye on this shit. As you may have already noticed, Im a people watchin' fool. Sooo it should'nt be a suprise that I..uh overheard (Actually they were LOUD as hizzell) a gaggle of ladies sittin' and talkin' bout' (What else?) why men aint shit.

Now jus' about every swingin' ding-a ling and every "Miss Kitty" wit a keyboard has offered up one theory or another on, why men and women get to a crossroads wit each other. Some theories are insightful. Some are well-balanced. Some are ..."Is this Phucka serious?!?" Well..This may be tha latter.

BOTTOM LINE..herrre we go. Tha reason that men aint shit ladies has nothin' to do, wit bein a dog. (Hold that thought i'll come back to that.) Bottom line, we as men have REEEAL phucked up azz communication skills, when it comes to women. We can always say tha right things to get em', but ta keep em'..we would rather give a cripple crab a crutch, than to reeeally sho' some inner self. Yeah..It also does'nt help us that we walk around wit that Attention Deficit Disorder all tha damn time. Once we get tha one woman who fell for your "Line of bullshyt" credit,..tha thrill is gone and we're off to tha next shiny object.

Bottom line fellas...That whole Goldie tha mack shit is played out. If you can actually find a woman who can put up wit your no communicatin', no fulfillin'her needs azz ,you do more than tha minimal to keep her. If yo azz can read tha sports section.. day in and day out..you sure as hell can read up on better comminucation skills, to get more involved in her. NOTE: About tha bedroom fellas...don't be so damn stingy..REAL TALK. keep up tha stingy shit and you'll mess around and, won't be tha only game in town no more.

Ladies.. I did what I could do on that one. But you're out of tha woods yet either. As much as you can say "men aint shyt" well..(Look at cha..tryin to see what bag i'm gonna come out of) Ladies... sometimes...uh...eh...how can I put this?...YOU'RE TOO PHUCKIN COMPLEX FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!! (so much for some "Miss Kitty" for tha rest of my days.)

BOTTOM LINE: SOME women think that men are these,creatures of wonder, when we're actually Forrest Gump reloaded. (secrets out guys) There's no reason for you ladies to treat every guy like some Law & Order episode. Yeahh...I get it you don't wanna be hurt, or taken advantage of..But you're intelligent enough to know that if shyt's not right at first impression..feed tha Phucka wit' a long handled spoon.

Now..fellas..(Watch this) Did you know that women know what role you're gonna play in their lives, within tha first 5 minutes of meetin' you? ( Ladies..stop tryin to figure out how I know this.) Women know from your first gesture to your first words if you're gonna be friend..booty call...lover..or "Jus another in tha closet gay dude I know"

Well.. It's been a slice of humble pie for us all. It all boils down to communication. There are some on both sides, that gives us all a bad name. BOTTOM LINE: no one is perfect. before you see sunlight..ya gotta sometimes rise above tha clouds.
(That one's for tha ladies.*pause*....corny sh*t.)

Please hit me up and tell me what cha think @ Facebook/Matt lloyd or follow my logic on Twitter/Mayhemm09. Thumb through this blog and read RELATIONSHIT Track 4.(Tha original) Its...a friggin gas mann...

Track 22. Word of what?

Friends..Romans...Countrymen...Even you muthaphuckas in tha back... lend me your eyes. Yes, I'm a tad he-bitchy on this one.(feel free to use he-bitchy at tha office..go ahead.) As you may..or may not have noticed, I haven't wrote for a minute. Reason being, that part of my self-imposed therapy is to observe my surroundings. (Translation: I'm on some people watchin' shit)

I've noticed that tha Internets have become tha default therapist for many. In tha last week...I've read many Twitters, Facebook statuses and blogs (Natch) and came to this conclusion..There's a LOT of unhappy,sad, and bottom line...insecure people on these nets. (Keep that contempt for me...we'll be back to that.)

Here's tha rant. I don't mind anybody gettin' on tha Internets and voicing their opinions..I strongly believe in that. But also, I believe that if you can TYPE it..then you can phuckin SAY it to those involved. I've observed a lot of "lip service" online but a lot of "coward" in person. Tha Internets gives all an opportunity to flex those muscles, that you can't flex in person. It's one thing if that person is'nt accessible to you (Goverment, Celebrities, Fox phuckin news) But when tha person lives in a good radius of you..AND you have their contact shit..THEN KEEP THA SHIT OFF THA DAMN "NETS"

Nowww. for those that are either a tad...uh emotional...or... spiritual...or...jus...shit..i'll call it, what it is... IGNOR-PHUCKIN-RANT..this is for you. Again.. I don't mind if you express yoself and get shit off ya chest. BUT, with doin' so..do it wit a modicum of heart and reflection. Too many things i've read seem to be more shock value and sympathy rather than insight and relating. You can write what cha want to write, but ...tha whole idea of writin' is purgin' tha thoughts within and makin' some sense out of tha wreckage.

Also, if you don't have anything really to say... JUS SHUT THY PHUCK UP. You will eventually have somethin' to say. If your observations are not genuine and come to ya natually..don't make up shit. If ya do...you are a gnat's azz close to being a third grader again.

As for me..yeah..my shit sometimes sounds weird and trite. But my shit is from my head and runs through my heart (Smoke some..drink some..and recite dat.) I don't really try to be funny.. I write, like I talk. I don't try to be on tha righteous end of shit. I type it, like my thoughts dictate it.

So..tha next time you read anyone's Tweets, Facebook status or blogs (my shit too) look for tha true grit in tha words, rather than tha surface shine. And when ya type..type tha soul.

Please see some of my weird azz thought processes yoself. Follow me on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) or check out Facebook. (Matt lloyd) I can't hide behind shit. It's my "voice"