I've been trying...I've been knocked down before and lost on many more then just one occassion...I even started hating. Me, who was supposed to be top of the line, even in my own mind...but sometimes I lost. Even if I thought I was better then the competition, winning wasn't always my mission...sometimes, it's not even ya decision. All I wanna do is live life right with a beautiful wife at my side...a shawty who's willing to ride...for her dog, for her man, for anything that has to do with...Us....is that too much? Or perhaps I haven't done enough to deserve such a love that gives me a rush, love that's a hand to be held...a love that smells...fragrantly, beautifully...like a rose....but who knows? But I'm willing to put it all on the line if it mean's your love would be mine, cuz who would mind? Not me and you...at least, so put ya trust in me and ya heart at ease...please?
"I'm the Solution, what the fuck is ya Problem?"
R, $olo
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
LX Chronicles: New Money
I remember the day it happened. I was sitting at the kitchen table, hand across my forehead, elbow on the glass. My head was throbbing, perhaps
from the hunger that made my stomach growl, perhaps from the lack of
sleep I had been getting...All in all, my head hurt. Bills were scattered before me as were ashes from the lit wine black that occupied my other hand. Another pull was taken, trying to ease the stressful thoughts that clogged my mind. Where was the money for this...The money for that...Where was any money?
Through the thick white tobacco smoke, my eyes caught sight of an eviction notice...That red ink. Something about red ink disturbs me...Maybe because I was used to see it on returned papers with useless comments from professors I thought were just hating. I still got an A...Why all the dumb comments? Even with that college dream dead, I hated red ink. My new job wouldn't be able to pay my rent fast enough and I wasn't about to rob nobody.
I mean...Do unto others as you would like done onto you...And I wouldn't want to be robbed. Keep what you work for, I'll get my own. But at the time, I had nothing and no way to get anything. Sticking somebody wasn't seeming like a bad idea...And I know some niggas who would do it. A knock disturbed me from those thoughts, forcing me to move from my seat to descend the stairs and open the door.
I knew something was up from the smile on my cousins face...just as he
could I was still down from the dark circles under my eyes. But his
smile beamed nonetheless. "I got something."
I didn't even bother to nod. I just let him slip past my with a book bag
on his back. That furthered my suspicion...this dude wasn't in college. As he walked past me I caught a brief scent of something,a change in the air as he walked up the stairs. But the rich scent of the wine flavored tobacco still over weighed...My head still throbbed.
He went right to the table and slung the bag on the table, choosing to sit
where I had taken up a brooding residence moments before. I wasn't even
tight...He didn't know anyway. I stood against one of the walls in the kitchen that allowed me a view to the table, my left hand idly stroking the black beard I had grown...My mane, I called it. Simple things like that calmed me, stroking my chin. It settled the hunger for a better life for a minute..reassured me that things weren't so bad.
I smelled it before I saw it. Another scent, far more natural then the
scent of the wine black. It was strong, intoxicating almost. "The fuck
is that." I questioned aloud.
I paused for a second as he smiled...Not because he smiled, but because my voice sounded foreign. It was the first time I had spoken in awhile.
"New Money," he gloated."New Money."
I moved to stand closer to the table, eyes peering through smoke to
catch a glimpse of my cousins idea of "new money". It was a big plastic bag, filled with light green trees. Something about them reminded me of snowy little trees at first...I guess because they were green with this
white gleam. They had branches too and it was a lot of em...like a
forest in a bag. It wasn't the look that caught me tho, it was the
smell.
I always loved the outdoors and something about that scent reminded me of nature. It seemed refreshing to me, clearing that area of the the thick white smoke that black and mild produced. I couldn't lie...
I loved the smell of new money.
R. $olo
from the hunger that made my stomach growl, perhaps from the lack of
sleep I had been getting...All in all, my head hurt. Bills were scattered before me as were ashes from the lit wine black that occupied my other hand. Another pull was taken, trying to ease the stressful thoughts that clogged my mind. Where was the money for this...The money for that...Where was any money?
Through the thick white tobacco smoke, my eyes caught sight of an eviction notice...That red ink. Something about red ink disturbs me...Maybe because I was used to see it on returned papers with useless comments from professors I thought were just hating. I still got an A...Why all the dumb comments? Even with that college dream dead, I hated red ink. My new job wouldn't be able to pay my rent fast enough and I wasn't about to rob nobody.
I mean...Do unto others as you would like done onto you...And I wouldn't want to be robbed. Keep what you work for, I'll get my own. But at the time, I had nothing and no way to get anything. Sticking somebody wasn't seeming like a bad idea...And I know some niggas who would do it. A knock disturbed me from those thoughts, forcing me to move from my seat to descend the stairs and open the door.
I knew something was up from the smile on my cousins face...just as he
could I was still down from the dark circles under my eyes. But his
smile beamed nonetheless. "I got something."
I didn't even bother to nod. I just let him slip past my with a book bag
on his back. That furthered my suspicion...this dude wasn't in college. As he walked past me I caught a brief scent of something,a change in the air as he walked up the stairs. But the rich scent of the wine flavored tobacco still over weighed...My head still throbbed.
He went right to the table and slung the bag on the table, choosing to sit
where I had taken up a brooding residence moments before. I wasn't even
tight...He didn't know anyway. I stood against one of the walls in the kitchen that allowed me a view to the table, my left hand idly stroking the black beard I had grown...My mane, I called it. Simple things like that calmed me, stroking my chin. It settled the hunger for a better life for a minute..reassured me that things weren't so bad.
I smelled it before I saw it. Another scent, far more natural then the
scent of the wine black. It was strong, intoxicating almost. "The fuck
is that." I questioned aloud.
I paused for a second as he smiled...Not because he smiled, but because my voice sounded foreign. It was the first time I had spoken in awhile.
"New Money," he gloated."New Money."
I moved to stand closer to the table, eyes peering through smoke to
catch a glimpse of my cousins idea of "new money". It was a big plastic bag, filled with light green trees. Something about them reminded me of snowy little trees at first...I guess because they were green with this
white gleam. They had branches too and it was a lot of em...like a
forest in a bag. It wasn't the look that caught me tho, it was the
smell.
I always loved the outdoors and something about that scent reminded me of nature. It seemed refreshing to me, clearing that area of the the thick white smoke that black and mild produced. I couldn't lie...
I loved the smell of new money.
R. $olo
King's Creed: Take One
I am more then a King with tatted crowns and a Queen. I am a King who breaks bread with an Ace and grew up next to a Franchise. I am a King who will always know the Truth…in enemy and friend. I am a King who always stays in touch with Council. I am a King whose loyalty lies even with ghosts…such as Casper. I am a King who stays with a Coehiba, in victory and defeat. I am a King who learned forgiveness through loss…who found strength through failure. I am a King…a Just King. Not the smartest, nor the largest, but a Just King…a fair-minded King. I am more then a King with tatted Crowns and a Queen…I am a King who lives his dreams. But most of all...I am a King who believes that Family is Love...and Love is my life.
R. $olo
R. $olo
I feel offended
Pray for my enemies...
Being dishonest to a man who only requires honesty is a grave offense.
Such an offense would often be counteracted with a series of truculent acts from that man. Why? Trust is marked on his hand and is used to instill the importance of trust in others in his truculence. For trust can be vital in situations of life or death. Those who are dishonest are therefore liabilities to the livelihood of those who are honest. Once dishonesty is found amongst a man who requires nothing more then honesty...who gives nothing but such honesty in return...who trusts that those around him would not lead him astray...once dishonesty is found? The man is tempted to become a beast and obliterate the liars who claim their words are truth. But, temptation can be abated for a time...for a time.
R. $olo
Being dishonest to a man who only requires honesty is a grave offense.
Such an offense would often be counteracted with a series of truculent acts from that man. Why? Trust is marked on his hand and is used to instill the importance of trust in others in his truculence. For trust can be vital in situations of life or death. Those who are dishonest are therefore liabilities to the livelihood of those who are honest. Once dishonesty is found amongst a man who requires nothing more then honesty...who gives nothing but such honesty in return...who trusts that those around him would not lead him astray...once dishonesty is found? The man is tempted to become a beast and obliterate the liars who claim their words are truth. But, temptation can be abated for a time...for a time.
R. $olo
Magic
I've been gone for a minute...haven't I? Kept my face away from those flashing lights, stayed outta trouble on those crazy nights...that's become my life. No crazy parties, no bad shawties...just me. But I left for a reason. I had to go, take a moment to see...take a moment for me. Cause at the end of the summer season, I no longer felt like breathing. When the fall came, it was still the same...it was all rain, all loss, no gain. But at the start of the winter, I caught a hint of, something better...another change of weather. I saw a time when the sun shined and with that vision in mind? I decided to go for mine. With my mind on the money like my big brother Ace's, I went back to the basics, back to being hated. Back to being fly like pop ups to second basemen. Back to being seen so niggas cud emulate it...But my heart is still gold. So I did not turn cold...I just let go. I let them do them cause maybe one day they'll see, they r not me. But for the author of the story? I continue to walk around, sporting this tatted crown...killing em for my kin...playing only to win. Why? Cause losing is a no go...especially for R. $olo
Reality's Vision
He came home sporting the visage of a lion with his mane...and he realized things had changed. The faces, the places, but 1 thing had stayed. The rules to the game...so even when he sported his mane, he knew how to play. His eyes were his key. They were as dark as night, but somehow...held light. Mystery they called it. His touch was light, he knew how to fight, everything with him was right...and that was just at night. Because in the day, the game did not change, he still knew how to play. Now he was more of a delight, he was chocolate on sight. Yes he's dark skinned, even tatted for his kin...and here it says something about a King...so he must win. Now, opposites attract, from 2 sides of the map...we have found a match. But they can not be, for now at least..for later? Well c. But this tale is about he...R A...shh Solo, they gotta read the rest to c....
R. $olo
R. $olo
Monday, July 27, 2009
Lion King
Of course she's the best. I wouldn't settle for any less because I am the Lion King. No, not Mufasa, my name's Rashad. I don't have any sons, but definetely a few Scars. I grew up like Simba in the concrete jungle and struggled to find real friends like Timon and Pumba, but sure enough...I made it through and the crown was due. But that's enough about me...I'm interested in her. There's just something about her that makes me want to make her purr. Maybe it's her eyes that mesmerize me everytime. Maybe it's those perfect thighs that make me rise and fantasize about her making me roar...Maybe it's more so the tattoos that make me want to put her through it...Or maybe it's the fact that she's a real cool kit. Down to earth Chick who keeps it a hundred...Different from the rest of these bitches who are out they're wishing they could be with me. Wishing they stood a chance with the King. But Honestly, I'm a Lion...So I don't fuck with bitches, they could stick with the dogs. N that's nobody around me, so please try and keep up. My chick's are sex kittens, my niggas are big Cats...Got that? Good. That being said, I reserve the right to be selective and I've selected a girl who's nearly perfect. Not just any girl, a girl who I want to make purr every night, put her in the fur if she's cold at night...The sorta chick I would treat right for the rest of her life. Why? She was born in August...That makes her the Lioness. Queen of the Concrete Jungle...Cuz Solo's the Lion King
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