I'm going to the first to say I am not the biggest Michael Baisden fan but I do agree with this..

FREE THE JENA 6 ...ENOUGH IS ENOUGH... FREE THE JENA SIX
On September 20, 2007 more than 1 million people will wear BLACK as we unite in one voice with one message to declare that UN-EQUAL JUSTICE is just not acceptable. The world will be watching when not just African Americans but people of all races take a stand for something that we all believe in. Mychal Bell and the Jena Six should be free. If you have not heard about their case and why these average teenagers, good students, great athletes and are now fighting for their lives (one student Mychal Bell has been in jail since Dec. 2006) please CLICK HERE NOW to view this video for the shock of your life and on any of the links below for more information. This is clearly a case of racism, but Michael Baisden reminds us the protest in Jena, LA, the US and around the world is not an attack on white people but against a system that has failed us all. It is not about black and white but about what is wrong and what is right!
Enough is Enough...Un-Equal Justice is just not acceptable! ..Wear Black on September 20th to show your support!

RALLY & MARCH FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE
DATE: SEPTEMBER 20, 2007LOCATION: JENA, LA

WHAT TO WEAR: BLACK

SCHEDULE:* ---

7:00am Protesters assemble at Ward 10 Recreation Park---

7:30am March to the steps of the LaSalle Parish Courthouse---

8:00am Prayers / Speakers front of the Courthouse---

9:00am Sentencing for Mychal Bell---

11:00am March to Park / Rally in Support of Mychal Bell & the Jena 6---

2:00pm Adjournment ---

4:00pm Town Hall Meeting on "Quality Education without Fear or Intimidation" C-Span*

Schedule is tentative and subject to change based on sentencing time

FOR MORE INFORMATION CLICK ON ANY LINK BELOW:
- Latest Updates- About The Jena Six - More Facts on The Jena Six Case- Bus Information - Hotels in the Area- Daily updates LIVE on The Michael Baisden Show- Sign the Petition [to Justice Department]- Sign the Petition [Louisiana Governor]- Video Clips- Latest News Stories- Timeline / Slideshow / More Photo's- Organizations- Press- Make a Donation- Democracy Now- Contact Your Congressman- Local Marches around the US and The World- Discussion Forum- Send Mychal Bell a letter of encouragement- Register to Vote

HERE’S HOW YOU CAN PROTEST FROM ANYWHERE:
1 Wear BLACK on September 20th to protest Un-Equal Justice wherever you are

2 Register to Vote to make your voice heard beyond today

3 Sign the Petitions above

4 Email government officials

5 Call government officials

6 Tell your friends and co-workers to do the same

How come pic edition!

How come when I Google Kick Rocks and this pic appears? HA HA HA

How come Gizmo G. Sandford got the fresh cut and because she plays in mud all her hair is gone!?How come they let someone sit in the board room and say, "Poppycock..." yeah that's the name to go with????
How come only 49 flavors?


How come thats all I have to say......*done* drops mic.

Stay tuned..I got some off days...and some real posts coming..

I'm back suckas.

When is enough, enough.....?

*Disclaimer-This is completely my opinion, my voice, my blog, my soap box. I do not give a damn if you agree or disagree on this one. Please feel free to kick rocks. Thank you and God Bless

–Management-

He was my friend, I met him my first quarter of college. He was a good guy. Quiet but extremely talented. I mean extremely talented. One of the types that you want to know, you're attracted to them because of their disposition, their determination, their will to be something more than what they are. Not because you want to sleep with them per say.

I was attracted to his mind; we just connected like we met before. He was a graphic design major. He made this incredible cartoon and asked me to make the score to it... I did and that's really how we met. I actually thought about posting the score here but decided not to. Maybe I will post the song one day. It's not a rap or anything but some of the best production work I'd ever done. Maybe God knew.

Anyway, he committed suicide 08/20/2007-because of various issues, the biggest issue being financial aid. He and I are in the same boat. Trying to figure out how you are going to make it. Doing all the right things but finding life just doesn't want to play fair. So tell me when is enough enough? I called my Bishop and talked to him, because I had to ask… (And before you religious heads preach me a sermon in comments…I don't want to hear it. I value comments but I do not need you preaching to me or obscuring blasphemous facts at me.) Anyway I asked-if God puts no more on you than you can bear-and he knows that this weight he is handing you will result in you ultimately committing suicide which will result in you going to hell then please explain to me the logic—I am not questioning you God. I am just trying to understand. And another question, how do we go to a funeral in which the preacher will say something cliché such he is in a better place, or God took him home…when technically he's in hell. *I'm confused*

Based on my own research I came up with these (my opinion is represented in bold italics):

(1 Corinthians 3:16-17 NIV) [16] Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you? [17] If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him; for God's temple is sacred, and you are that temple. (So doesn't this mean if you kill yourself then God will destroy you i.e send you to hell? Surely it doesn't mean destroy my temple and I will meet you in Heaven for a reward.)

(1 Corinthians 6:19-20 NIV) [19] Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; [20] you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body. (Okay this one doesn't really say kill yourself and I am coming for you homie… but again temple of the Holy Spirit…)

(Romans 14:79 NIV) [7] For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. [8] If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. [9] For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. (Confusion..so if we live, we live to the Lord and if we die, we die to the Lord-suicide included?)

But then I went to another blog…a Christian Blog that I will not name and I saw this posted by a minister:

"There are many scriptures that condemn murder. But I have yet to find one that explicitly (or implicitly) states that "suicide is murder".
While suicide is tragic, I have never yet found any scripture that explicitly condemns it."

I guess I am just wondered because-as my mother said. I have always been "stuck in my ways," right or wrong. So my friend, I will miss but I cannot sit in his funeral filled with Blasphemous thoughts. My Bishop once delivered the Eulogy for a guy who killed a guy and he never once said this murderer is going to hell rather he spoke to the youth in the building and said let this be an example to you. I guess right now all this just doesn't sit well with me and I am not sure how to respond.

*Drops Mic*

10 Blantantly Honest Facts about..."I"

*I chose the name consistently inconsistent and the reason I chose that name is because it describes me perfect. On Monday’s I could be up and Tuesday down..in fact Monday morning I could be up and Monday afternoon I could be down. I am indeed Consistently Inconsistent. I am my mother’s second child. But first born. She had two miscarriages prior to me. So what does that say? I was born to be a survivor.

*I love music..I hate music. I am hip hop…I am not hip hop. Though none of this may make sense to you it completely makes sense to me. I want to be the different but I am completely like all of you.

*I am my father’s child but not my father’s child…
I guess that’s an easy one. I have a stepfather and as much as we don’t get along. I am him in every aspect. I am in part fearless—I feel like as a soldier he was fearless. But at the same time I am so afraid. Of failure. I am deeply complex. Some people will never understand me.

*I have issues with being committed to someone for the rest of my life. I believe we should get married an somewhere in there, we should have an expiration date. After two years we should be able to sit down and say look…I don’t think your contract will be renewed for the up and coming year. This just aint working out. So hey—it’s been real. *Two fingers..* Yet, in Consistently inconsistent manner I want that 50 year marriage like my grandparents just celebrated. Sue me..Kick Rocks I told you I was inconsistent.

*I’m a “g,” I know how to play the stock market, I own stock, I have IRA’s because I hustle hard. I’m broke but I’m never broke..when I am 50 I will sit pretty because I am barely making it now. So many people use this phrase but that my friend is indeed..”Real Talk.”

*I love my friends. If I call you friend then you are more like family. My circle is small I may not talk to you today but I will talk to you forever. Just because that’s the way I am. I consider myself to be “in” when I say “in,” most people know it doesn’t mean “in” as in “in-style,” or “in the know,” it means “in” as in “introverted” I am very “in.” Doesn’t mean I love you any less…just means I am in. Get over it.

*I talk to God every day because I feel like Jay-Z, “I have demons deep inside that will raise when confronted..” so I pray and I say Lord..let’s not get them started today. Lol

*I can’t believe how hard it is to come up with “10 blatantly honest facts about…I” but this counts as number 8 so ha! *kick rocks, my blog my rules*

*I find it hard to blog if I don’t have something to say. Afterall this is my soap box I should say “something..” I think on May 3rd my post called, “An Open Letter from A Blessed Sinner..” is hands down the realest ish I have ever wrote in my life.

*I am afraid I will die young, so I try to achieve everything I can now because theres that part of me that isn’t fearless and that part fears I will die really young. My grandmother had dreams that I would die in the last car I had-she dreamt it would catch on fire. Guess what happened? It started randomly catching on fire something with a spark plug. I sold the car immediately. I wonder if I die young what my legacy would be so I have decided to start living that legacy. (Legacy N. Something handed down from an ancestor or a predecessor or from the past.)

My legacy is starting..so that my dynasty can soon begin.

Be Blessed my friends.

Currently I am listening to Nina Simone…damn I am indeed Young, Gifted, and Black..

So much has been going on. First one of my artist—Draztic (see below) we released his cd on my label yep—I started my own label. Actually I’ve always had it but now seems like a good of a time as any to promote it.

His CD overall is good. Him and I have two completely different styles..I’m Commonish…he’s… young. Lol

I think with experience comes growth and retrospect for life so your views are different. Make sense? It should you are all incredibly smart. That’s why I read your blogs. Keeps me elevated.

I am still working on my own cd. I have put all others to the backburner. I guess that sucks. But—you know I can’t collab with every tom dick and hank while I am trying to complete my project.

My CD is called…Two Weeks Notice: I quit. It took me a little while to think of a concept. But then I realized sometimes music and I have this love/hate relationship. We have a forbidden affair that I just can’t seem to get rid of. I didn’t want to make a “mixtape,” screw it… so I decided I quit.. and that’s the concept of my mixtape. It basically starts with my notice…follows me thru quitting various things…my job, my relationships, etc. Good concept but let’s see how it goes..

I lent (is that a word?) a friend my sis’ poetry book. I haven’t seen it since. I am pissed.. But I guess she needed it more than I did. So…guess what? I am gonna buy another one. But I am gonna be slightly pissed when I look at her.

UGH—JERK!


*drops mic*

Breath Of Fresh Air Vol. 1

This is my artist....This is my label...this is his cd....this is my post.


That is all.

I used to be married to a man by the name of Music…

but it's over now…he's in an abusive relationship and there's nothing I can do about it.

 

Dear World,

 

I put my heart in a box and handed it to you

 

But nobody wants that responsibility....who would've thought lil ol' me could impact so many souls and I haven't even spoke one word.  Press a couple keys and write a couple lyrics now everybody knows you inside out.  Put on a couple fake smiles and do what they want and now everybody wishes they were you.  Are you sure you want that?  Last time I checked I was on the chopping block....Judge gave me 2-4 and after that yelled Life.  That mallet being slammed into that wooden panel was probably one of the most relieving moments of my life.  Looking over at the jury who held my life in their hands just to say one word, and take it away.....guilty.  No, I didn't break the law...but then again most people who receive a sentence were "innocent" right?  Last thing I remember happening was me being born a prodigy.  Kid too smart for this world so God had to find a way to tell me to slow down....this is it.  Ultimate sacrifice, your life for someone else's.   Yeah I'm fine for the time being, thanks for asking....but the judge wrote out the rest of my life....I don't think I'll get out on good behavior, but I can try to fight my way out.  You can't change fate but destiny is always open for new things.  So now I have to make a choice...and I will...live for today, fuck yesterday and tomorrow might just be that much better.

I put my heart in a box and handed it to the world....nah....I'll just place it in the ocean and let it take sail with the current...it's safer out there on its own anyways.....I'll catch up with it when tomorrow comes.  Let's see if this jury was correct with their verdict.

My mixtape is coming soon…

 

Always,

C

How come? Huh? Okay at least I am updating..

*RUNS IN TO THE BLOG...*

THIS JUST IN....

How come I didnt know that Kroger still made "Squirt," soda..and who the heck buys it?

How come I dont know what the hell "DROP RED," soda is ..and again...who buys it?

AND FINALLY THE HUMANITY!!!!MY GOD!! Do you see what that says??? GROUND BISON. TENDER BISON!!! WHAT THE HELL??? WHO EATS BISON.. I had to stop and text message Jus Butterfli (JUSSY B!!!) like stat!!! to find out who in the hell eats that!

Kicks rocks and faints...

Stay tuned I got something to say...

Picture this... (A conversation based on pic from the Sidekick 3

This is how I started my Monday

It's not my car it's my friend's car. Not just any friend. One of those Iknewyousincethedaybeforeforever friends. One of those Icouldntimaginemylifewithoutyou friends. So..he calls at...eh....6:22AM are you in Columbus or Atlanta? Um...I'm at home in Atlanta laying on the floor (don't ask..) what do you want? My car just had the worst flat!! Really?? Where... NEWNAN on my way home from Columbus. What??? Yes I went to Columbus to get some from my ex...*Insert the whatthehellface? You couldn't find any in Atlanta?? Ugh, I was going to call out anyway. So I pull myself up from the best sleep ever throw on some clothes and head over. To assist him. I live on exit....20 something. (Sorry stalkers no exact numbers..) Almost by GA 400 he was in NEWNAN. Damn what a way to start a Monday. Oh one quick statement look at that tire...c'mon that didnt just happen. People lets service our cars and make sure our tires are in proper order.

This is one of the reasons I was laid out on the floor...A CRACK SHAKE. What had happened was lol. I walk into the Crack dealer..hmmm what do I want? Let me see.... Cashier guy says--hey we're about to close would you like a Crack shake... (music plays, heaven opens up, Jesus kisses me, the devil kicks rocks, birds chirp, bees are buzzing and a fiend..is happy...) End scene.

Because I had to give the school all of this ^^^^^^ my car gas tank looked like this:

Hello Marta--yeah pick me up stat!

This is my dog Gizmo G. Sanford who pissed me off this weekend..why you ask?? Because she jumped into this bucket which actually had mud in it because my 8 year old brother was making mud pies....She is a Shitzu..but in this picture she just looks like Sh*t... little b*tch!
*ugh*

This is 2/3's of what had me laid out on the floor. Sushi. My God I loved Sushi... This was made fresh by the good people at Chin Chin #7 which I just recently found out existed.

And finally

The last reason I was laid out...this isnt from my phone but this is the same Lazer tag my little brother has!!!!! Why because my mom doesnt throw away toys so guess what?? We had it when were little back in 85 86..now my brother is playing with it and I damn near died playing with him.

*Drops Mic*

PS..I will try to update more consistently and address some real ish this week.....

Maybe.

Randomness/How comes?

*How come I am typing this in Microsoft Word which basically means I have found a way to shuck the man?

*Hey who says Shuck aside from me?

*How come someone owes me money because not only did my family forget my birthday but they had a BBQ and forgot to invite me?! (With you living in Atlanta we tend to forget you.) Who the hell says that? My sister lives in AZ and calls and tells me what's going on!

*How come I see $40,000 checks, $5,000 checks, and $25,000 checks come thru this office but my check has no commas?

*How come I wish I was a little taller?

*How come this random chick is hating on me for no reason? How come I know why…her husband cheats, her mom dislikes her, her 8 year old still pees in the bed and I am still cooler than a polar bears toenails! KICK ROCKS mother of the pee pee boy!

*How come my mixtape concept is hotter than hot in my own opinion so I find myself listening to my intro and saying ha ha ha suckas!

*How come the A&R said..any label will love and hate this concept.

*How come I said I don't give a flying…..fig. J

*How come I am playing T.I. My Swag over and over and thinking this Chorus is about me.

* They wanna know what's so special about her// Why they not like her// It's my swaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag*//How she looks so cool// when everyone tries to do what she do// It's my swaaaaaaaaaaaaaag. LOL!

*How come I want that instrumental so bad just so I can do something messy for my mixtape?

(Cause I'm still a rapper—and as my sis Jussy B would say Don't act Brand new you already knew..)

*How come everything that can go wrong is but I feel like I'm living the good life?

*How come I have yet to get one muthafreakin' bowl of Mac N Cheese and I feel like murdering someone before I slave in the kitchen and make my own?

*How come I officially decided to be single and now everyone is calling?

*How come I have something really important to address in the next couple of blogs and if people don't read now…they are really going to stop after this.

 

Tru story..I'm out.