My money’s been acting funny lately
Now I don’t mean haha funny
No, I’m talking strange, weird, different type funny
This time money’s gone all out
Leaving me, showing up, then leaving as quickly as she came
Ignoring me. Treating me like a poor man.
What’d I do boo?
All I ever did was love you
Maybe too much ‘cause now it’s like we ain’t cool no more
We used to be road dogs, inseparable
But lately my money’s been acting funny
And I haven’t seen money in months
I got more than a hunch she’s playing me
Trying to make me jealous
Hanging out with other fellas
Always in some other brother’s pocket
I try and tell her man those other guys,
Those other guys are just using her
They just using you money!
She don’t wanna hear me
She doesn’t even return my phone calls
She doesn’t stop by the crib like she used to
She won’t go to movies with me
She won’t even go get nothing to eat
And you know a brother can’t eat without money
Don’t you know I miss you?
I want you. Okay I need you to survive
My life revolves around you
I can’t replace you money believe me I’ve tried.
There’s only so much bread and water I can take
Call me spoiled, but I remember the days
When people used to see us at the hottest clubs
Expensive restaurants, all the high priced stores
I made sure I looked good with money
I treated you right!
I never abused you.
Did I?
Did I abuse you money?
Did I get used to you hanging around
And now you’re giving me a taste to what it feels like to live without you?
People still think we’re tight
I mean they still ask about you
I don’t like them all in my business so I just reply,
“You know money and I aren’t as close as we used to be.”
My money’s been acting funny lately
I can’t even call out a name when I’m shootin’ ball
Oh, I saw her the other day in Beverly Hills
She ain’t even acknowledge me
She looked at me like, “How you get in Beverly Hills?”
Like I don’t belong
Ever since money hasn’t been around
I feel like I’m losing my other friends too
American Express, Visa, Discover
Now they startin’ to act shady
I think she’s spreading lies on me
I tell you I don’t know what I did
But my money’s been acting real funny lately
And I don’t know her anymore
And my life ain’t the same
Never will be the same until money comes back into my life
So if you see her, or any of her cousins
‘Cause she got a whole bunch of family running around
Let her know that I miss her, that I love her
And I want her to come home
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Lyrics of "Dating Myself" by Poetri
Everywhere I go, I see cute people with ugly people
And I can’t help but to ask myself, “what does she see in that guy?”
Inner beauty? Well I have a whole lot of that.
I see these happy couples and I used to think, “what do I have to do to get a girl like that?”
And then that evolved into, “what do I have to do to get a girl?”
Now I’m exhausted from thinking
Fatigued from trying to convince myself that I’m worthy of another being
Tired of looking but not really looking so it doesn’t appear that I’m desperate
Weary of being afraid to tell someone that I’m interested
In fear that they will avoid me
Consumed from being alone
No longer will I be at the mercy of women to like me
No longer will I try to look my best for women that don’t know that I’m in love with them
No, all that is finished. Finito. Complete-o, no more-o
From now on, I’m dating myself
I mean I’ve already talked to myself so I know my conversations will be good
I’ve always said I wanted to be with someone that’s just like me
Well, there’s no one more like me than me
It’s not like I’m dating my cousin or nothing
I looked it up. There’s nothing in the law books that say a man can’t date himself
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before
I amaze myself sometimes
I laugh and joke with myself on a lonely day
Praying hard for better days
Now we can get through the rough times together
No one to impress but myself
I mean I’ll probably still play games with myself
Cry to myself, lie to myself ‘cause I hate to hurt myself’s feelings
I’ll only be looking out for myself though
But you know how women are
Once they see you with someone, all sudden, now they wanna get with ya
All sudden I’m that cute guy that is dating someone now
Well I assure you I’m not doing this to make other women jealous
I am completely happy with myself
I like myself. I think I’m attractive.
Plan to be with myself ‘til the very end
Or until someone better comes along
And I can’t help but to ask myself, “what does she see in that guy?”
Inner beauty? Well I have a whole lot of that.
I see these happy couples and I used to think, “what do I have to do to get a girl like that?”
And then that evolved into, “what do I have to do to get a girl?”
Now I’m exhausted from thinking
Fatigued from trying to convince myself that I’m worthy of another being
Tired of looking but not really looking so it doesn’t appear that I’m desperate
Weary of being afraid to tell someone that I’m interested
In fear that they will avoid me
Consumed from being alone
No longer will I be at the mercy of women to like me
No longer will I try to look my best for women that don’t know that I’m in love with them
No, all that is finished. Finito. Complete-o, no more-o
From now on, I’m dating myself
I mean I’ve already talked to myself so I know my conversations will be good
I’ve always said I wanted to be with someone that’s just like me
Well, there’s no one more like me than me
It’s not like I’m dating my cousin or nothing
I looked it up. There’s nothing in the law books that say a man can’t date himself
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before
I amaze myself sometimes
I laugh and joke with myself on a lonely day
Praying hard for better days
Now we can get through the rough times together
No one to impress but myself
I mean I’ll probably still play games with myself
Cry to myself, lie to myself ‘cause I hate to hurt myself’s feelings
I’ll only be looking out for myself though
But you know how women are
Once they see you with someone, all sudden, now they wanna get with ya
All sudden I’m that cute guy that is dating someone now
Well I assure you I’m not doing this to make other women jealous
I am completely happy with myself
I like myself. I think I’m attractive.
Plan to be with myself ‘til the very end
Or until someone better comes along
Monday, November 17, 2008
Lyrics of "Where I'm From" by Lemon
Part 1:
Yo, where I’m from,
Where I’m from is known as the borough of royalty
The infinite party rocker
The home of Big Poppa, ’92 door knockers
We stick our middle finger up in the air
For that little bitch named John Rocker
See, I’m from the county of kings
Where every day we know we fortunate
If we see another morning
We take our nieces, our nephews
Put ‘em under our wing
Send them out in that world hopin’ they keep that grass green
The county of kings
Hometown to the best fighters who ever stepped in the ring
We are still the land of the angriest blacks, puerto ricans
Baggiest Phat Farmers, craziest baby mamas
Fire escapes, bootleg cd’s and tapes
We will always have the worst crooked cops
We will always have the best weed spots
The county of kings
New school like Bloods and Crypts
But we old school like the Savage Skulls and Ching-a-lings
The crazy girls in black pearls
Shit we go way back like He-Man underwears
BBD’s and Lee’s
Bums call peabody
‘Cause if you ever go to the county of kings
Your ass better pass by Flatbush
And pick me up a vegetable patty with coco bread
And all the brown fried chicken wings
I want y’all to tip the eight year old kid outside
Dancing Uptown shaking it up ‘cause that’s the way he makes his living
See the county of kings is not the house
It’s the home where I rest
So when I yell out for Brooklyn, New York City
I want to hear always Funky fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
Part 2:
This is not about the murders, the convicts,
The three time loser, the first time felon or the skit bidder
This is not about the CO’s, the wardens, the commissary
The Crips, the Bloods, the Kings
Or how much time you got on the phone homie
This is not about the DA, or the Legal Aid, fuck them
After they done railroading your ass up north
They go to lunch together anyway
This poem is as priceless as a carton of cigarettes
And a brand new pair of creased greens
This is a toast to freedom
Just ‘cause you’re locked up don’t mean you can’t be free
Matter of fact, the first day of your bid the options are available
The door’s wide open
You could be Muslim, and sing a song to raise the sun
You could be five percent and understand
That the mathematics behind the language of kemetics is that it is the original tongue of man
My brother, you could be a Christian
And go from being Catholic to being confused
To knowing the only way is to fear God
And you got nothing to lose, everything to gain
Can I get a witness?
You could be a Nazi and hate all of the above
But we don’t get much of those ‘round here
Plus the Israelites’ll set that ass straight
But you got to believe in something
You got to believe in something
Or you will be a rhythmless void
So here’s a toast to my God
And all of y’all who played a yard
May your word be born and may you find
That the Lord may not come when you call
But he’s always on time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIeLPsyprJE
Yo, where I’m from,
Where I’m from is known as the borough of royalty
The infinite party rocker
The home of Big Poppa, ’92 door knockers
We stick our middle finger up in the air
For that little bitch named John Rocker
See, I’m from the county of kings
Where every day we know we fortunate
If we see another morning
We take our nieces, our nephews
Put ‘em under our wing
Send them out in that world hopin’ they keep that grass green
The county of kings
Hometown to the best fighters who ever stepped in the ring
We are still the land of the angriest blacks, puerto ricans
Baggiest Phat Farmers, craziest baby mamas
Fire escapes, bootleg cd’s and tapes
We will always have the worst crooked cops
We will always have the best weed spots
The county of kings
New school like Bloods and Crypts
But we old school like the Savage Skulls and Ching-a-lings
The crazy girls in black pearls
Shit we go way back like He-Man underwears
BBD’s and Lee’s
Bums call peabody
‘Cause if you ever go to the county of kings
Your ass better pass by Flatbush
And pick me up a vegetable patty with coco bread
And all the brown fried chicken wings
I want y’all to tip the eight year old kid outside
Dancing Uptown shaking it up ‘cause that’s the way he makes his living
See the county of kings is not the house
It’s the home where I rest
So when I yell out for Brooklyn, New York City
I want to hear always Funky fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
Part 2:
This is not about the murders, the convicts,
The three time loser, the first time felon or the skit bidder
This is not about the CO’s, the wardens, the commissary
The Crips, the Bloods, the Kings
Or how much time you got on the phone homie
This is not about the DA, or the Legal Aid, fuck them
After they done railroading your ass up north
They go to lunch together anyway
This poem is as priceless as a carton of cigarettes
And a brand new pair of creased greens
This is a toast to freedom
Just ‘cause you’re locked up don’t mean you can’t be free
Matter of fact, the first day of your bid the options are available
The door’s wide open
You could be Muslim, and sing a song to raise the sun
You could be five percent and understand
That the mathematics behind the language of kemetics is that it is the original tongue of man
My brother, you could be a Christian
And go from being Catholic to being confused
To knowing the only way is to fear God
And you got nothing to lose, everything to gain
Can I get a witness?
You could be a Nazi and hate all of the above
But we don’t get much of those ‘round here
Plus the Israelites’ll set that ass straight
But you got to believe in something
You got to believe in something
Or you will be a rhythmless void
So here’s a toast to my God
And all of y’all who played a yard
May your word be born and may you find
That the Lord may not come when you call
But he’s always on time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIeLPsyprJE
Lyrics of "I Apologize" by Oscar Brown Jr.
I apologize for being black
All I am plus all I lack
Please sir, please m’am
Give me some slack
‘Cause I apologize
I apologize for being poor
For being sick and tired and sore
Since I ain’t slick
Don’t know the score
I do apologize
I apologize because I bear
Resemblance most black people share
Thick lips, flat nose, and nappy hair
Yes I apologize
I apologize for how I look
For all of the lows and blows I took
On those Lord knows I’d close the book
As I apologize
I apologize for all I gave
For letting you make me yo’ slave
And going to my early grave
Yes I apologize
I apologize for being caught
For being sold, for being bought
For being told I count for naught
Yeah I apologize
I apologize for all I’ve done
For all my toil out in the sun
Don’t want to spoil your righteous fun
So I apologize
I apologize and curse my kind
For being fooled, for being blind
For being ruled, and in your bind
Yes I apologize
I apologize and curse my feet
For being slow, for being late
Because I know it’s me you hate
Why not apologize
I apologize and tip my hat
‘Cause you so rich and free and fat
Son of a bitch, that’s where it’s at
And I apologize
All I am plus all I lack
Please sir, please m’am
Give me some slack
‘Cause I apologize
I apologize for being poor
For being sick and tired and sore
Since I ain’t slick
Don’t know the score
I do apologize
I apologize because I bear
Resemblance most black people share
Thick lips, flat nose, and nappy hair
Yes I apologize
I apologize for how I look
For all of the lows and blows I took
On those Lord knows I’d close the book
As I apologize
I apologize for all I gave
For letting you make me yo’ slave
And going to my early grave
Yes I apologize
I apologize for being caught
For being sold, for being bought
For being told I count for naught
Yeah I apologize
I apologize for all I’ve done
For all my toil out in the sun
Don’t want to spoil your righteous fun
So I apologize
I apologize and curse my kind
For being fooled, for being blind
For being ruled, and in your bind
Yes I apologize
I apologize and curse my feet
For being slow, for being late
Because I know it’s me you hate
Why not apologize
I apologize and tip my hat
‘Cause you so rich and free and fat
Son of a bitch, that’s where it’s at
And I apologize
New Honors Program
A competitive honors program is to be instituted at Middlesex County College as of the beginning of its Spring 2009 semester. The program is geared toward students who are interested in transferring to four-year colleges and universities nationwide. However, there are certain requirements the students must meet in order to become part of the program. Students must have either achieved a score of 1,200 on the Scholastic Aptitude Test or have a minimum grade point average of 3.5.
The reason for the institution of such a program is to create a competition amongst the students who plan to transfer to four-year colleges and universities from MCC. Mathew Spano, an associate professor of English and co-director of the honors program stated, “The goals of the program are to offer greater opportunity for more innovative teaching; ancillary activities to enhance learning; provide additional community-service opportunities for students; attract and retain higher-achieving students and increase public awareness of the value of a MCC education.”
The program requires the completion of Honors courses in various formats. Students can take one honors course, follow a departmental program (which includes three courses in a single discipline), or participate in “Full Honors” by completing five Honors courses in three different areas and participating in an Honors seminar. The following courses will be included in the honors program as of Spring 2009: Mythology and Literature, Political Thought in America and English II (Writing About Survival).
The reason for the institution of such a program is to create a competition amongst the students who plan to transfer to four-year colleges and universities from MCC. Mathew Spano, an associate professor of English and co-director of the honors program stated, “The goals of the program are to offer greater opportunity for more innovative teaching; ancillary activities to enhance learning; provide additional community-service opportunities for students; attract and retain higher-achieving students and increase public awareness of the value of a MCC education.”
The program requires the completion of Honors courses in various formats. Students can take one honors course, follow a departmental program (which includes three courses in a single discipline), or participate in “Full Honors” by completing five Honors courses in three different areas and participating in an Honors seminar. The following courses will be included in the honors program as of Spring 2009: Mythology and Literature, Political Thought in America and English II (Writing About Survival).
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Lyrics of "This Type Love" by Shihan
I want a love like
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breathe
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her
And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breathe
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her
And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Lyrics of "The Beach" by Oscar Brown Jr.
And now, I’ve landed on this beach
It takes sixty odd years to reach
As this generation of mine
is ordered on to life’s front line
The targets of a fusillade
that force us to think of God
Reluctantly we storm this beach
Advancing to fill up the breach
Created by that fallen corp
Of elders who charged here before
While we enjoyed our middle age
We moved from fire, we now engage
A withering barrage rakes this beach
Its bullets bear the names of each
Of those who set foot on these sands
Old general calendar commands
Advancing to a sure defeat
Without The option to retreat
We knew, before we hit this beach
The enemy that we besiege
Has ammunition for us all
Who has casualties must fall
Not one will manage to survive
Nobody leaves this beach alive
For those arriving on this beach
There is no prayer to pray or preach
To beg us off in any tongue
Since we’ve outlived dying young
And for surviving, in exchange
Now face the fire at point blank range
The witness we bear on this beach
Has only one lesson to teach
Here the carnage never stops
As everyday another drops
Some classmate, relative, or friend
Whose attack comes to abrupt end
So on into the breach my peers
Who knows how many weeks or years
Remain ‘til you and I are hit
As we inch onward bit by bit
We only know our lives will bleach
Eternally out on this beach
It takes sixty odd years to reach
As this generation of mine
is ordered on to life’s front line
The targets of a fusillade
that force us to think of God
Reluctantly we storm this beach
Advancing to fill up the breach
Created by that fallen corp
Of elders who charged here before
While we enjoyed our middle age
We moved from fire, we now engage
A withering barrage rakes this beach
Its bullets bear the names of each
Of those who set foot on these sands
Old general calendar commands
Advancing to a sure defeat
Without The option to retreat
We knew, before we hit this beach
The enemy that we besiege
Has ammunition for us all
Who has casualties must fall
Not one will manage to survive
Nobody leaves this beach alive
For those arriving on this beach
There is no prayer to pray or preach
To beg us off in any tongue
Since we’ve outlived dying young
And for surviving, in exchange
Now face the fire at point blank range
The witness we bear on this beach
Has only one lesson to teach
Here the carnage never stops
As everyday another drops
Some classmate, relative, or friend
Whose attack comes to abrupt end
So on into the breach my peers
Who knows how many weeks or years
Remain ‘til you and I are hit
As we inch onward bit by bit
We only know our lives will bleach
Eternally out on this beach
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