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- Name: Roppongi
Yo, check it i'm Raffiki and i'm from Joneston, represent! I be a 8th year student trying to get my knowledge on. My life is messed up and i'm trying to provide you all with some entertainment. Enjoy my catastrophic attempt at life.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, August 01, 2005
Life of a fat man
P.S. There are some references made to a gentleman named Adam. For your knowledge and better enjoyment of the poetry he is a flaming homosexual who has had over 50 male sexual partners in the past 3 years.
36,000 feet above the ground
I'm searchin for a sound
A quick way to enters heavens gate
Is today my expiration date?
Or will I live another day to add onto my f***ed up fate.
Thinkin how our generation teaches to hate over race
Or maybe I can just masturbate...
And forget about this racist state
I see no way to end the hate
Forever, people instigate
Crimes of love and passion of war
That leaves upon your skin a sore
But I don't choose to be allured
To violence, instead I hit the nodge
Until one day your sittin in your suburban garage
And some negro puts his g*n up and tells u to pass them keys to your Dodge
The cycle continutes; hate over race becomes a fate
We all try to run away and escape,
but like the slaves our masters will always put us back into place
We hate ourselves and ruin our names
By playing hateful racial games
In essence, we are one the same
To hate another is just a shame
America is not to blame
Cause you urself control ur brain
So when you see an hateful act
Like Sean Paul just make it clap
And what about the fact that the leading cause of death today is heart attacks.
Its hard to fight back against the system
Even tougher to create change
Cause in the eyes of the government were all just puppets living in their cage.
Revolutionary tactics are becoming necessary to get through this cloudy haze.
Im not sayin to go prophesize like a sage
Or to mu*der your congressman like Fredrick Douglass the slave
But honestly honesty is the only way to prevent drowning from this oncoming wave.
So grab ur surf board and ride it out
For life today without a doubt
Is full of pain and eyes run drought
From loved ones slain in gun fire bouts
But don't be ashamed to let it out
A cry for freedom, or simply doubt
That this land we talk about
Will flow with peace like a nice cream stout.......MMMMMM!!!!!
MM.. I love them cream stouts
How about u skip that meeting 2morrow
Come to my crib and ill be sure to follow
Perform high maneuver stunts
While we smoke down blunt after blunt
Don't sit at ur fancy desk and grunt
U got me in the mood to skip the day,
So come thru and we'll catch more rays than Marvin Gay!
Oh, how lovely it sounds to lay down and get brown
Smoke blunt after blunt till my brain turns to a pound
We'll see how I feel at the end of the day...
But lets not forget that Adam is gay
Ofcourse I am joking, but it is a fact
He wants to put his thick meat right between ur crack
But don't u worry, young scribe, its okay
U just need to say, I don't sway that way. (maybe he'll settle for a BJ)
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
What's happenin out there you bloggers? Be prepared for a blogtastic journey into the underworld of my brain where some Crazy shit be happenin. This is an experience that will truly be remembered by mankind. Check It out! I was told to create journal from my parole office and I heard about these blogs so I thought i'd give it a shot, maybe someone out there wants to hear my struggle. I grew up a rich white kid in Connecticut. It was terrible, I hated all the nice cars and golf courses and big houses. One day I came home from school and no one was in the house except for Shawna who was cleaning my room. I opened the door and caught a glimpse of her in action. She was wearing tight jeans with a big butt hanging out. She was vacumming and dancing to Grand Master Flash on my new boom box and i thought it was the greatest music I have ever heard. The music moved me and I knew I needed to experience the black vibe. I drove my BMW to the music store and bought 20 "hip hop" tapes, a genre I was not familiar with before. I hoped back in the car and headed over the GWB for Harlem. At this time I was only 20 years old and my name was Rafi Schwartz, not very flashly. A fat white Jewish kid driving into the 'hood was definately a site for sore eyes. This was only intended to be an eduactional vist, but what I saw that day changed my life. I can't go into too much detail about that day but I ended up meeting lilmoney and he showed me the wonders of Mary Jane. I was hooked, ended up in a crackhouse, robbed a liquor store and didn't speak to my parents for years. They hired a private investigator and found be curled up outside a VA Hospital. My life was down the gutter and my parents decided to give me another shot and enroll me in college. I went to Syracuse for 3 years but failed out and then my parents decided to enroll me at Joneston, which is where I met my black beauty Leena. Before her I was forced to have sexual relations with paid escorts, but she was able to see through the debth of me to my very large soul. We have tw0 beautiful and extremely large daughters who are currently living with my parents, damn were they proud. I thought my mom was going to kill herself when she saw 2 little half black kids on her doorstep, she wanted me to marry a nice jewish girl. I changed my name to Raffiki and took the last name Jones after my favorite school. That is my story.