Saturday, June 18, 2011

The Book of Culture (Chapter 49)

Hello America,


Well, I did better last night alone.  Three hours worth of sleep.  I am tired though this Texas heat is murder, hard when you can't get a ride from here to there.


 I got surrounded by Dallas Police Department two block's from my mother's house.  There are some very hard feelings down here.  Me and my mother got followed by Dallas Police Department out of Southwest Division last night.  But when you are not doing anything, there is nothing to fear.


So no call or anything from Delmar, knowing I am stranded, knowing I have no way.  When I do get in touch with him this morning, of course, I am the problem.  He yells at me of course at his workplace where they can't hear my side of the conversation........So if I go up there, the chances of the police being called have highly escalated.....


After Dallas Police surrounded my parent's house, I decided still gonna write, duck it.


If it ain't meant to be, it ain't.  These folk have been causing ruckus in my life for 13 years, to the day actually.  Everytime I get something these two along with Mr. Meadows, here to take it away.


NO MORE


NO MO!




YOU MAKING HIM WORK LIKE A SLAVE FOR A HOUSE THAT YOU KNOW GOOD AND WELL THAT YOU NEED ME TO MOVE INTO........


AND I CAN'T DO THAT MOTHER DEAREST, I WISH YOU LONG LIFE.  NOT MOVING OUT OF MY HOUSE, JUST SO YOU ALL CAN HAVE THAT ADDRESS.

MAKING DELMAR DOG ME PUBLICLY SO I CAN KICK HIM TO THE CURB AND YOU CAN HAVE YOUR MAN BACK........


MAN, LOOK AT ME NOW........


CAN'T YOU TELL, THIS GOD'S PROPERTY?


ALL MY GOD DOES IN WIN, NO MATTER WHAT........SO LET ME DROP THIS LITTLE STORY ON YOU BEFORE WE POP IT!


I thought about being mean.........to Delmar getting him back but why?  God will take care of Delmar and his........


He always does.  So I am getting ready to write, I am tired, having to walk all day in this heat with this fibroid is dicey.......and lo and behold I hear from Brother Meadows.......he's sick and my parent's house is four blocks down from his job.  After telling me he don't need my family for anything this morning, now he needs fluids and medicine, it's hot outside and he got food poisoning from Mother Dearest's homecooking.........


For a brief second, I thought of being a bitch.  No need to lie.  But I remembered that this is a chance to testify.....  This is a chance to show Mother Dearest and her lt. Postal Tiffani that no matter what my faith reigns supreme.........I need not stoop to foolishness to get Delmar or any of you all back........


The old Tiffani being spiteful is gone...........I had to let go.  I am looking forward to whatever and whomever God has in store for me.  See, I am John and Lucy child.  So why you think you hurting my feelings Mother Dearest, Postal Tiffani.  My father, the one who paid for your son/brother his barber school fees b/c you all wouldn't.... but y'all balling.......My mother, the one who fixes his pants, gives us food and money b/c despite all your bling,you don't help us....


You know what they said...........


Let him keep the truck.


God will supply all.




So loves.......whether Delmar calls or comes home or shakes his ass, or drives women around in my car while I have to walk is allright with me.  Not of stupidity or weakness because I am strong enough to keep on holding God's hands.  I know he wants me in that house, but mother dearest I truly hope and pray you live another twenty years.........JUST NOWHERE AROUND ME.


Grace or a truck?


A chance to show growth or a chance to show the same ole' same ole?


Not helping someone in need knowing that could be me one day or being you?


We all make choices........


I chose him.  He chose you two.  I chose me and God.  He still chooses you two.


What is the purpose of that story America?  Well, I am tired and making it public before someone gets hurt.  Delmar and his are trying really hard (here's your A for effort) to get me to act a fool. They being these folk along with the illegals, pill poppers and kiddie folk need me out of this house.  There are only two addresses left on my credit report and my dad and his ain't moving


It's all a matter of choices.  I am going to turn off the lights.......and keep the house.  So you see Mother Dearest, Postal Tiffani.  You will not get another address for your illegals to use.


GOD USES ALL, YOU SEE HOW HE TOOK THIS NOT COMING HOME DRAMA, NOT CALLING, GOING OUT DATING OTHER WOMEN WHIPPED IT LIKE SOME WORK and turned it back on your heads.........



BUT YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY MOTHER DEAREST, YOU GOT YOUR "MAN" RIGHT THERE WILLING AT CALL, DON'T MATTER WHO YOU ALL SCREWING OVER.....


BUT JUST LIKE THESE DUDES I AM GOING TO MENTION, me and my family we'll make it.


We used to your user game..........it won't be too much longer, God will provide a way out of this mess......


This is the citizen I am now, Dallas.........


and today, you are making your decision about what direction you want this city to go in.


I hope and pray it is a direction where I can stay, but if not I understand............


ALLRIGHT, LET'S BREATHE............


LET'S GET READY FOR SOME CERTIFIED TRASH TALKING.


LET'S GO.....................


INTRODUCING THE BADDEST TEAM ON THE COURT FOR THE 2010-2011


MY DALLAS DADDY'S


THE DALLAS MAVERICKS..............


BABY, WE PLOW THROUGH DRAMA, THUNDER, HEAT, BLAZERS, LAKERS AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN..........


BABY, WE ARE THE EPITOME OF FAITH, WHEN WE LOSE ONE BROTHER, WE SIMPLY TAKE HOLD OF THE BROTHER NEXT TO US AND DON'T MISS A BEAT..........


Last year in October, the Lakers, the Heat were all that people talked about...............


Last year in October, my enemies thought I was on the ropes, lost my job, found out I was really sick......them id thieves thought they was gonna have another address to run through but


a season has passed 


And right now all we saying is.........


Intro ‒ Chris Brown]
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha, let's go!

[Verse 1 ‒ Chris Brown]
Yellow golden bricks
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellowhammers w/me
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah

That grit you played is ray J
We getting all that sista love no brandy
Ladies love us, Balling Cool J's
If you get what I get, what would you say?
We wax it all off,  Mr. Miyagi
Need suicide flows, they done called me

[Chorus ‒ Chris Brown]
Look at  me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherducker

[Verse 2 ‒ Chris Brown]
Choker triggas was our gorilla
'Cause we pulling every trigga on those who try to hate on our grit
Better cuff your lip cuz, if you want it
 accidentally slip and fall victim to our cliq
Oops We said suck our Dirk we didn't really mean to say suck our Dirk........
But since we talking about our stick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done

[Verse 3 ‒ Busta Rhymes]
Ayo Breezy
Let us show you how them Dtown mavs keep it rolling
When your doing that thing over there homie
Let's go!
'Cause We feel like we running
And we feeling calgon gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know now that we dont and wont ever stop
'Cause we the champs we gonna win every day, day, day
See y'all really tried to stop Big D
Just know your game will never really stop D
And Hell yes, we getting a little cocky
Shut down the H E A T
Every time we come a daddy gotta set it, then we gotta go, then we jack it
Down that champ row, and then we gotta show that any little thing that haters think they be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause We gonna dadadada
Then We  gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
We gotta do a lot of things, to make it crystal light for these figures
That We always winning and we gotta hit it again, and again, and again
And We be hitting to the death and yeah we move a little foul
You haters better get a ref, and now the world knows our style
And haters know We the the best when it come to doing this
And Dirk banging on his chest, and We bang in the east, and We gangbanged the west
And Daddy's coming to give you more and we will always come out the best
You will fear it in the streets we always ready to play just press
B/c y'all know what the duck is coming next, Let's go
See the way we won demands our stick in ur face and you know
We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it
And always gotta do it take it to another place
We had to hit it had to jack it
Push all this hyped ass King traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Just to let you know we gotta have it, habit...

[Chorus ‒ Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherducker

[Verse 4 ‒ Lil Wayne]
Man duck these heat ass figures, how y'all doin'?
Pay attention, Bball nuisance, Made y'all stupid,  go dumb like the 3 stooges
We don't eat sushi, We the grit, we bball champ constitutions, no substitution
Our game so tough turned the lakers into jaccuzzi that bigge juicy
We never gave a duck about y'all haters, got that trophy on our radar
Drained them Lakers, got a juicy flow going up that champ elevator
Y'all triggas was playing, duck it suck it later
My God said "Dead 'em" Daddy said okay
Y'all wanted this bullshit, so we like ole
We didn't give a damn about your words, so don't speak
Turned the big three into freaks, like Cirque Du Soleil
Now it coming out of the bag, your dreams dead
Took that crown off 'ya head, trick you outta of your mind, you think my daddy's don't know to climb ;)
Y'all ain't ballers in your prime, nope not our our dime, we not even trying
You popping jive yes we live, and yes we did that deaded 'em live
We ain't have no choice but to survive them heat boys was sweet as pecan pie
Terry and schwagg on a private flight
Had y'all singing tonight is the night.
and shots is tight and our jerseys' white
B/c we Dallas dammit, them heat dreams dead
Y'all hater forgot b/c we ain't wiled, we been here awhile
And we was like duck a 7, put it down right now
We so bright, we gave ray charles eyes and said trick.........

[Chorus ‒ Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherducker

[Outro ‒ Chris Brown]
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherducker [


But all them haters..........was like y'all just one trophy, Kobe coming back.........Howard going to the Lakers.......Im thinking damn if Gasol, Bynum, and Odom can't do it. what is he going to do besides a mean superman impression........


I started getting pissed.  I was like man..........between these basketball haters........


these haters in my personal life...........


Don't they know, THESE MY DAMN DALLAS DADDY'S WHO BEEN TAXING THAT ASS FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS?


DON'T THEY KNOW, I AM MERELY A REPRESENATION OF GOD'S HOLY GRACE WHO HAS BEEN TAXING THE ASS OF THOSE TRYING TO DESTROY MY HOMETOWN FOR ALMOST 13 YEARS..........


DON'T THEY KNOW I'LL TAKE A MIAMI JOINT


DON'T THEY KNOW ..........


[T-Pain - Chorus]
All We Do is win win win no matter what
got trophies on our minds, will never get enough
and everytime We step up on the court w' em
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all we do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..

[Ludacris]
Putting that heat in a black hertz
cause we got that champ mojo and we can't stop now
keep your hands up put em in the sky for the squads that didn't make it and the stars we knocked down
 We never went no where
they saying Dallas Jack
blame it on that D blue
BABY WE LOVE TO JACK
and y'all on this childish track, so I spit my grown ass flows
We making rain in here, like them private shows
My Daddy's still be serving, much tighter than the ESPN version
last time on the choker count, but now we serving
Don't never count us out
y’all better count us in
got 13 dallas daddy's dammit  count us in
B/C WE THE DUCKING GOTDAMN 2011 NBA champions
cause all we do, all we, all we, all we
all we do is...

[Chorus]

All We Do is win win win no matter what
got trophies on our minds, will never get enough
and everytime We step up on the court w' em
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..

[Rick Ross]
Shawn serving his math and that mojo
head on the swivel
Making that king pout and cry no mo'
Stevenson comes and whistles b/c we are the people's choice
Dtown passengers, in a '87 caddy, screw a rolls royce
told Rick to back it up, we kinda of getting LOCO
For 31 years of chumping, we dont wanna hear that grit NO MO
know what you popping at
represent that team life
Dallas money homie, best get your mind right
We came together bussin' screaming mav life!
we are strapped for that jack
it’s like thug life
(all we do is win)
you riding the what
we ducking it tonight
trophy riding with us because you wasn't hitting it right
#BOSS.

[Chorus]All We Do is win win win no matter what
got trophies on our minds, will never get enough
and everytime We step up on the court w' em
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..


[Snoop Dogg]
heat in the Kitchen, but we turn it cold
My Daddy's got me spoiled,  champs being bold
Daddy got that booty, system overload
We've been popping much grit, since the game was sold
We hung with the worst of 'em
stayed till they busted them
bus 'em up, chop 'em up, hardaway, you tried to come up
pardon us I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
don’t wanna duck with us
we like CC  in the 80’s
back to back set a trap
hit the lick, hit it back
hit the trick, jack the track
Tricks we ain't giving it  back
Daddy's home so hell yes come on in.....
Al Davis said it best, y'all can just win baby win

[Chorus]
Chorus]All We Do is win win win no matter what
got trophies on our minds, will never get enough
and everytime We step up on the court w' em
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..

THEN I WAS LIKE Y'ALL STILL AIN'T BELIEVING.................

LET ME GO OLD SCHOOL...........

LET ME REMIND THESE FOLK OF HOW WE USED TO END IT.

MAN, I BANGED ON THE DOOR OF MY HATERS........AND SAID Y'ALL MIGHT AS WELL BRING Y'ALL ASSES OUT.

IT'S BEEN A GOOD DAMN RUN, LOVES YOU GOT ALL YOU GOING TO GET OUT OF ME.

NOT LOSING MY HOUSE JUST TO MOVE IN MOTHER DEAREST'S CASTLE........

CAN'T DO THAT.  B/C I HOPE SHE LIVES A VERY LONG TIME, NEVER ONE TO TAKE OFF ANOTHER'S PROFIT.

I AIN'T GOING TO JAIL.

MY DADDY'S DONE HIT, AND THE WAY DIRK'S ARMS WAS LOOKING, AND TYSON WAS STROKING THAT BEARD, WE MAY BE GOING BACK FOR ROUND 2,  THE WAY TERRY WORE THAT ROBE, MIGHT BE A ROUND 3, BUT IT DON'T MATTER

Y'ALL COME ON OUTSIDE AND KICK IT BECAUSE........

SCREW ALL THAT TONIGHT, LET'S JUST BALL AND SCREW THE HATE B/C

THEM BOYS WITH ALL THAT GOLD STUFF IN THEY MOUTH CAME INTO BEAMERS YELLING  !!!!!!111

[Waka Flocka]
Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt.....FLOCKA!

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of trophy, haters count it for Big D
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

We sorta of pop them pills, my other brothers drunk, rollin up that kush I'm trying to get ducked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
We step in the club, rollin on that blue grit
Our kush keep your security saying be quiet
My schwagg startin riot, Come on Skip, get excited
You know you wanna try it, I'm like why not try it
Champ swag they wanna buy it, our juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Camp Wisdom villians trigga and we killin
Out two years ago, now we coutning millions
Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin
You know that We rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]

I gotta a whole lot of trophy, haters count it for Big D
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

We sorta of pop them pills, my other brothers drunk, rollin up that kush I'm trying to get ducked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party


[Kebo Gotti]
A party ain't a party til We walk in it
Blue green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on our face and our schwagg kinda tinted
Cause we gotta that dough and ur head just started spinnin
We rollin like a mothaducka I'm a roll out in this motherducker
Its the champs damn dash it We bout to show out in this mothaducka
Our jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothaducka 
Y'all don't want it get them burners lets pull out in this mothaducka
Ay mothaducka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
Hell naw that ain't an option
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is DALLAS CHAMPION scwagg hit the do'

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
I gotta a whole lot of trophy, haters count it for Big D
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

We sorta of pop them pills, my other brothers drunk, rollin up that kush I'm trying to get ducked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party 



It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Rollin up them leaves, We gonna make you  lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my ducking back, y'all games I'm not duckin that
Please step the duck back, Westside Camp Wisdom yes we are back
Hood plus we trigger  rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket Ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]

I gotta a whole lot of trophy, haters count it for Big D
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

We sorta of pop them pills, my other brothers drunk, rollin up that kush I'm trying to get ducked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party 

that's it.............that's all she wrote, we don't know what tomorrow holds.  there will be an epilouge and the book ends tomorrow.  New book starts on Monday, b/c I have let these politicians make it.

REGARDLESS OF WHAT IS GOING ON, LET'S ALL KICK IT THIS WEEKEND. CELEBRATE TEAMWORK AND BE LEGAL WITH YOURS........

IT'S A PARTY, DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TONIGHT WITH THE ELECTIONS, BUT FOR ONCE, WE AS A CITY DID IT.

LET'S MAKE 'EM LOOK AT US NOW B/C ALL WE DO IS WIN, AND RIGHT NOW IT'S A GOT DAMN DALLAS MAVERICK 2011 SHUT THE HEAT, LAKERS, THUNDER, AND BLAZER DOWN NBA CHAMPIONSHIP!

I HAD TO MAKE 'EM LOOK AT ME NOW B/C ALL I DO THROUGH GOD IS WIN AND RIGHT NOW ITS A DAMN, WE CAN'T BELIEVE THIS GIRL MADE IT THROUGH ALL THIS BULLGRIT SHUTTING THESE ID THIEVES DOWN GETTING MY LIFE BACK CHAMPIONSHIP!




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