LoLo's blog: "Westside"

Its hard to get from here to there if you never get out of bed You lie alot to fool your friends but youve fooled yourself instead ITs harder to get from here to there if you set your goals to high then nothing works out right and to soon, you no longer try but the hardest way to get from here to there is when all you ever do is count up the years and miles to go then your thru before your through so how do you get from here to there? Well first you must believe you can let no one tell you differently-- its your life and its in your hands then turn your dreams into your goals and see what you need now; to satisfy the requierements: the whys, the wheres, the hows At first your overwhelmed ofcourse; there is so much you dont know but keep your faith, be strong and sure for you do have a way to go take careful steps and do them right take pride in each thing done dont look to far ahead of yourself just that next step yet to come.... before you know it, youll be there, friend your charm will then be real and you will be standing where i am now telling others how good it feels you'll tell them not to quit themselves you have faith, though its hard to bear so they will know it can be done-- they to can get from here to there...

Enough Like a knife in the chest you stabbed me. Hurting me to the point of death. I felt alone with no one to turn to And alone I sucked in my last breath. You carried a smile while others were looking. A hidden face no one else could see. And the truth was revealed when all left us. When it was just the two of you and me. The hand marks on my face disappeared quickly Without stirring up wondering in its path. Cause you always gave reason to hit me I was forever the cause of your wrath. I never should have held back that laugh When you told the funniest joke at the meeting. And when I dropped the tray of drinks on your lap I clearly and fully deserved that beating. I had it coming was all you said to me. And for three years that was all I would believe. Then one day I got tired of feeling The pain of the bruises you had left me. I had enough of the beatings and screaming. And the embarrassment was more than enough You apologize with sorries and "I love you"s But for once I refuse to fall for your bluff. My hands are up for the fighting. Surrendering is the last on my mind. I won't leave the mystery unsolved Or ignore the pain that was left behind. I want you to cry like I had cried Feel the way I lived all my days with you. And putting this .45 to the temple of your head Giving you my pain is what I'll do. I'm passing the torch of this misery To the guilty party of my sorrow. So bang, bang is the last sound you'll hear. And no light will be seen tomorrow. [Click] So say good-bye to tomorrow

The darkness song Tell The dark deep liar Fill The dark deep heart with The brand new Requiem Lighten The dark deep night Being The deep memory That Remember Me and you

A white well In a black cave; A bright shell In a dark wave. A white rose Black brambles hood; Smooth bright snows In a dark wood. A flung white glove In a dark fight; A white dove On a wild black night. A white door In a dark lane; A bright core To bitter black pain. A white hand Waved from dark walls; In a burnt black land Bright waterfalls. A bright spark Where black ashes are; In the smothering dark One white star. Lo- 12/11/06

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Why do I look in you, at all, For all I see is the same old me, And not how I so want to be. Mirror, mirror on the stairs, Why do you show me many years, A face with scars everywhere, Would anybody like my share. Mirror, mirror near my bed, In you I look with certain dread, For creams and potions just don't work, Behind them still the scars lurk. Mirror, mirror in the hall, Seeing you makes me recall, That I am now of senior age, Well stuck into the older stage. Mirror, mirror by the door, How I hate you more and more, I'm having to look the other way, When my reflection's on display

Drunk Dialing Rules..... 1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement. 2. It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen. 3. If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Example: "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you" 4. Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something. 5. Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come. 6. Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober. 7. It is definitely a good idea to call all of your ex's and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night. 8. You can also call this same ex and let them know, that you know, that they still love you. Then explain to that you understand because you would still love you too! 9. If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time. 10. It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. Especially a show tune. 11. Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex crazed... Never angry. 12. Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem". 13. If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it. 14. Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing. 15. If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing. 16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually too costly to be a good idea. But if you feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, break rule 15 and use a friend's phone. 17. Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared. 18. When drunk dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 in the A.M. usually doesn't involve cards it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?" 19. Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends up with you blow drying your phone when your far too drunk to be using electronics and you wont be able to drunk dial anymore that night. 20. Never, I repeat, NEVER drunk dial your boss, preacher, grandpa, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunk dialers

Twas Da Night Befo` Christmas Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom cuz that's how we live and moms in her do-rag and me with my nine had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by Bumpin phat beats cuz the system's fly I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's-- well anyway I yelled to my boy, Yo peep this! he said, Stop frontin just mind yo' bidness I said, for real doe, come check dis out We weren't even buggin, no worries, no doubt Cuz bumpin an thumpin' from around da way Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh Da beats was kickin, da ride was phat I said, Yo red Dawg, you all that! He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise! To the top of the projects and across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof and sippin on a 40, he busted a move I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack! But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz." Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin. he slid down the fire escape smoove as a cat and busted the window with a b-ball bat I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" he said,"You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide. A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof He jumped in his hooptie with rims made of chrome To tap that booty waitin at home and all I heard as he cruised outta sight was a loud and hearty..... "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!" ima nut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!