B.I.G. Speaks to me...

Here's tha dark portion of tha show. Every once in a while, some of us go through bouts of "Not feelin' right". It's tha feellin' that, nothin' is goin' right. It's tha feelin' of bein' lost. It's a feelin' that maybe.... God Is just takin' messages.

Once these feelings surface, they're hard to shake. They sometimes say that.... "There's always somebody, that has it worse than you". Tha problem is, their situation may be different or worse, but we think of solving our situations tha same way.

At one point...some of us get fed up and "Not wanna be here anymore". When those thoughts start to consume you, ya gotta reach out to somebody...ANYBODY. It may seem like no one listens. But, even a stranger may lend an ear, because they've been.. or are there. Ya gotta air these thoughts and emotions out. Believe it or not..YOU....DO...MATTER.


Sometimes ya find certain poems, songs, or stories, that have sections that you can relate to, when you're in these moods. Tha problem is, tha more you listen, tha more you're grounded in that mood. I found that to be tha case wit tha song below. Notorious B.I.G's "Hold ya head" Featuring Bob Marley....actually speaks to me. Although It's his story, some of that pain, inner turmoil, and thought process he put into lyrical form, resonates wit me.

Although he did'nt go through wit his thoughts..He sliced his life open for all to see. He gave his pain... A VOICE.


Please Read. and think how some of us have a similar thought process.



"Hold Ya Head"(feat. Bob Marley) (Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was")


Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died. Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.



When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell. Don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies.Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies. God will probably have me on some real strict shit. No sleepin' all day, no gettin my di*k licked. Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise. Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice. All my life, I been considered as the worst.Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse. Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion, I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion.[Chorus: Bob Marley]

Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.

I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit. Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit. And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red. I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head. The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind. I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me..Naw you wouldn't understand. You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack. Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back. Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet? People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me. My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone..She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on. I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.


Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.

I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bi*ches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.


Give Your pain... A VOICE.



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Track 27. Here's to good Health.

* Cue Music. Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy" starts blaring* *In Mr. Rodgers voice* Hello Neighbor. (Ya ALREADY look scared sh*tless.) Today we're here to discuss your health.


*walkin' around mama's basement* When it comes to health, there are soooo...many facets to discuss. *NOTE: Notice tha "Speed Racer" sheets on tha bed..And tha "Rick James.."Street Songs" poster on tha wall*


Today, I would like to share my insight, on three aspects of health. Nutritional, Mental , and Spiritual. (Don't crap yo self.) Let's begin shall we? *Music changes to "Next Episode" by Dr. Dre*


NUTRITIONAL.
We all have very tedious schedules. Sometimes it's hard to get tha nutirents needed to, sustain a good diet. *Takes one of the Garlic Cheese Fries on plate* Once in a while we may, "Go a little overboard" with our diet. TRANSLATION: If you can't look down and see and or touch your private parts..yo azz went...Over-tha -hell-board. One way to combat this is by, Trying different diets and foods and tha like. I believe my solutions could work on everyone's behalf.

GET YO AZZ OFF THAT COUCH AND EXER-PHUCKIN-CISE! I believe that if you put as much emphasis on walkin' up some flights of stairs, as you do tryin' to get that last "Ho-Ho" out tha vending machine, ya could peel some of that weight off. As for other forms of exercise.... Men and woman USUALLY can get a healthy workout off of,...uh... Vitamins...D and P (Wait for it...Wait for it...) If you COMBINE these two "Vitamins"... You're GUARANTEED to lose those "Love" handles. NOTE: If you can't guess what i'm talkin' about..You should'nt be doin' it.


*Music changes to "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley.


MENTAL.
We all have our "Little Hangups" (Just realized he's been doin' tha show in Fishnets and a Red CodPiece...and likes tha way it feels.) I believe once we come to grips wit our inhabitions, insecurities, and tha like...We all will be better adjusted in our society. *licks tha "Janet Jackson" poster on tha wall (Skinny "Velvet Rope" Janet. NOT "Eats Chicken and Waffles" Janet.)

Tha quicker you say to yo self: "I'm crazier than Catsh*t..And ya'll can kiss my azz" ...tha better. (NOTE: Make sure you say it to yourself, IN A PUBLIC PLACE for a reassuring effect.)


*Music Changes to "Theme from Halloween"*


SPIRITUAL.
*Slips on Purple TrenchCoat and Azz-less Chaps* This has always been a sensitive subject for many. *Dampens a cloth, and shines Red Codpiece* Some or mostly all believe that our Spirituality lies, with a higher power. (AS TOLD BY YA'LL EVERY DAMN DAY ON FACE-PHUCKIN-BOOK!) *Regains composure*


Some of you believe in that tha Spiritual side of you, lies within' MATERIAL Possessions. (Like those ugly azz rims...you INSIST women love. OR..Those Boobs ya bought. You said they got ya that job, but now it got cha a backache too!!!)


ANY-FREAKIN-HOO... I believe in tha higher power theory *Whips out Leopard Print "Fender Strat Guitar* ("Do I believe in god? do I believe in me? Some people wanna die.. so they can be free...CONTROVERSY") *Have to Excuse Me, I have A.A.D.D*

There is something out there, that's guiding us. We Just have to own up to it. NOW..for those of you that always claim.."Tha devil is this".. "Tha Devil is that".. "Tha Devil lives in my House"..."Tha Devil Stole Husband" (NOTE:For tha last one...Tha Devil did'nt take your Husband..Your INABLITY to communicate wit that phucka, as well as HIS Hoo-er ish ways "Took" Yo husband")


Ya givin' tha Devil too much credit. As Much as you you acknowledge him, ya'll should let him take you to AppleBee's and have him pay tha bill. Shhheeesh.If he Lives within ya.. Charge his azz rent. Until then..KNOW POSITIVE, THINK POSITIVE, BE POSITIVE.

* "Cell Therapy" starts to play* Well... I believe that's all tha time we have today. Hopefully Tha tips recommended will help you towards, a more productive life. (NOTE: For tha Extremely Re-damn-tarded.. I was talkin about sex..makin' love...BONE-ING..In tha tha nutritional section.) *Picks Guitar up..Goes in for tha "Jimi Hendrix" solo... ONE LOVE ERRRBODY!!!!* Fade To Black.*


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