i done came up, got my name up, /
so when they speak of who's blinged up, /
i'm who they bring up. /
come up dissin and you'll come up missin; /
i'ma cutthroat baller, like OJ simpson. /
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i've just folded 110 young heroes newsletters for the past 2 hours in the CYNY office (that's 110 x 4 folds...do the math). as a break and insurance that i DON'T have carpal tunnel syndrome, the following is a rant. yup, nothing deep. just me rantin and ravin. i call it: the morning commute. expect more rants to come.
cheea!
you know what i can't flippin stand:
* people on the Q85 that try to get thru the bus with big ass bags on their backs;
* people that stand in the doorway on the subway;
* people that get on the subway and the STOP in the doorway;
* people that don't let folks off the train before they get on to just STAND IN THE DOORWAY;
* the catholic school kids that act mad rowdy because they think they deserve to since they don't go to their hard-ass district school;
* the 6 train (yea, i don't use it in my commute. i just hate it);
* people that purposely spill coffee on the subway floor because the cup is too full for them to drink;
* the inconsistency of the Q85...ALL THE TIME;
* the people that see me everyday that look at me funny in my city year attire;
* only getting phone service at jamaica van wyck;
* having unfulfilling microsleeps in between stations that cause me to ALMOST miss my stop;
* sidekicks;
* living in the same boro as my school and STILL leaving before some of my teammates wake up;
* regularly carrying like 25 lbs. of junk on my back.
...there. i feel better.
think.mtv.com --> go there and look at city year new york do it big.
peace and catharsis...
PS: locate the hip-hop docktrine 2...illest boondocks mixtape available, folks. shout to aaron mcgruder (who will NEVER read this blog).
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