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"