Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Journey (Red on Red Blues)

Hello America,

Change is coming, can you smell it?

Being from Dallas and growing up in parts of East Texas and Arkansas as well, when spring is coming, you can smell it even in the winter time, it's fresh, it's wet.

The schools I went to DA Hulcy, David Carter , this time of year also meant aggression, meant aggravation for souls trying to assert themselves, fires that the winter time had chilled are back warmed....

It seems that the political establishment and I are going to hit the ground running when it comes to spring.   Like the fights I used to happening at school because everyone had been talking about at lunch all day.

Not going to be between Barack Obama and me, but between the GOP and myself. 

For the left is wrought with socialism and that's a theoretical issue, but the GOP is wrought with corruption through blackmail of living these false and unrealistic ass standards and letting Obama and the left blackmail this nation out of them.....

We not going to be some bloods leaving Baldwin Hills going to ride down some 60s streets.......

We going to be riding into Inglewood....... politically.

I heard Colin K. is taking one week off and headed back to the gym, to learn, to study, to work out.

Colin, baby, you make it to the Super Bowl next year...... You get me a ticket.

I  heard Rick Carlisle of my beloved Mavs, say every day from now on is the Super Bowl, every game....

You sho' right, Rick the Ruler....  Thank you sir, for reminding me, thank you for reminding me of the fact that it ain't far from it.

I had a situation at my job yesterday in which God rewarded me for having faith and doing his things for a change........ in which I was truly blessed with something that is hard for me to obtain these days.....

Peace when peace ain't still.

When I say that it's like being in the mist of battle, but yet you can see everything, every foe, every friend because you are in a state of peace, not of panic.......

God comes to me and slaps me on the ass...... not in a sexually way, but in a good game way for he is pleased that finally just instinctively, I defer to his ways.  I have my mistakes but for the most part, we on the same page.

 God says "We going to this baby!"

I simply nod.........

God slows down and turns me around and looks in my eyes and softly asks "Don't you believe, Tiffani?"

I look him square in his eyes "Yes, I do... but I gotta walk these streets God and it's a long way between right here and where we need to be, but we going to take our nation, our sports, our lives, our culture back....  I'm packing with no money because I believe, I'm leaving with just the clothes on my back because I believe...  Most importantly, I'm missing hair appts because I believe......"

We laugh because when my hair ain't right, I ain't right.  What can I say, I love being pretty ;)

And we sit for awhile......

God says "The left welcomes you, they think you don't stand a chance not because of them but b/c of your own party..... your own people, they'll kill you first.. You know that don't you?  Boehner, Rubio, McConnell, hell even Rush in time, they will come and hunt you down, Cornyn won't because he's from Texas, he knows you.  Cruz will because he's got momentum, between the male egos and the decision to only pay attention to Latino legislators right now, they coming for  you...."

I stand up and pause because I don't want to disrespect God with the energy that is coming in my voice......

"God respectfully, you wrong.......... Because they won't be coming for me, I'm coming for them, and I don't care who got testicles, who is Latino or not, if they for amnesty and policies that disrespect every legal citizen who did things the right way, they Obama in my eyes, even worse..  For every GOP legislator like Lugar and others, that helped Obama because they didn't want their perfect lives ruined...... Well......"

I just shrugged and just said.......

  Well
It's a no sleeping, and a groaning towards victory
It's a I ain't leaving nothing to no refs, no courts, see G
It's a we hitting the streets, pound for pound ground cuz we
Believe! Believe!

[Hook (x4):]
 Baby, we going to fix the right see(swerve)
  We gatorade to your thirsty(swerve)
We get you, we won't leggo (swerve)
  so time to ask the Homie God for mercy(swerve)

 [Verse 1: Big Sean]
OK, aint waiting no mo
I'm yoga, I won't break
We Karl Rove, we superpacing to the head of state
We starting class, to show how to find your fate
We like Fitz, telling Oliva this my ass say
We tired of the hill giving our enemies our pay days
We going to work these streets like Don Juan in his hey day
We putting both sides in time out,  pelican bay way
Cuz maybe some jail time, will help them see the cra God say
Tell your boy O, ain't no time for fearin'
Regretting so dogging the likes of Sarah Palin
I'm the house of Wu Shaolin'
Because the blackmail games, DC play, my royal flush already in


[Hook (x4):]
Baby, we going to fix the right see(swerve)
  We gatorade to your thirsty(swerve)
We get you, we won't leggo (swerve)
  so time to ask the Homie God for mercy(swerve)

 It's a no sleeping, and a groaning towards victory
It's a I ain't leaving nothing to no refs, no courts, see G
It's a we hitting the streets, pound for pound ground cuz we
Believe! Believe!


[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yeah, it's past time for DC piru banging for sho
We flamed up with a lot of clips with a lot of numer os
Turning right so all the nation know ain't no mercy so
we poppin all and time for blood red coffins
All my people need the bill money
and then some let's kick it money
The left rich, the right got klout
which equals wealth, we ain't dummies
We snapping necks  in this b****
Spreading holy annointing in teardrop mists
My Lawd says it's holy war
and our mercy ain't showing partisan preference
This justice heaven sent
If you living foul, collect calls home son
order some red roses for your wake
or Fix ur life  like that  Ms. Vanzant 
B/c for real tho, we pounding on the door
Telling all y'all to hit the flo, it's a hold up leggo

[Hook: x2]
  Baby, we going to fix the right see(swerve)
  We gatorade to your thirsty(swerve)
We get you, we won't leggo (swerve)
  so time to ask the Homie God for mercy(swerve)

Mercy (Tiffani's Tide)
Written by Tiffani El Dawn Mims (ASCAP liscened)




What I am saying is this.

I'm not going to be the token black woman here to take on the big racist left, which is some racist bull in there....

I'm going to be the God obeying black woman that takes on the racist, elitist political establishment that has been robbing this country of money.

The left got rich people, the right got wealth........

There is a difference.

We are going to take our country back from all of this.

We are going to get our Colin K on, our Rick Carlisle on, our Frank Gore we still hot on, we going to get our Joe Flacco you going to pay me now son on.........

And we going to do what the sports pundits, what the political pundits, what these terrorists in our capitol and all around the world say we can't do......

And how are we going to do it?

With no mercy.........  not a damn drop.

Boehner, ask Cornyn and Hutchinson, ask Gomhert....

We will handle the left but we can't do that without going right first.....  It's Texas directions, it ain't gotta make sense to you.

Every last primary we will contest..... for any and all that vote for amnesty, that vote to give Obama this pass on sequestration, that keep the status quo......

We knocking down doors, and we ain't letting go.

Gotta go folks, but I will officially announce on 4/15/2013
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