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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