<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155</id><updated>2009-11-09T06:03:05.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Talk &amp; Hip-Hop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-1938574556305317566</id><published>2008-05-24T01:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:11:03.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect.</title><content type='html'>"Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin, look again cause I swear I spot one every now and then" - Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bunch of bullshit. While living through this bullshit, which smells alot worse than it did a couple of years ago, I've realized that no one is perfect. No shit right? But it gets deeper than that because we tend to overlook the flaws of those close to us. Like our bestfriends, we'd swear up and down that they were perfect. Take a step back and really get a good look at them. No picture is perfect...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life has really turned out the way I want it. I plan and think I know the outcome and boom shit hits me and I end up disappointed. With that type of shit happening it kind of makes me want to stop dreaming. To stop taking time out of my day to sit and just daydream about the months to come. Planning shit out when I know I really don't have any control over it. Thinking I'm going to do this or get that when deep down inside I know I'll never grasp that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures just don't come out of a camera. I can picture myself being 21 living in Atlanta in a nice two bedroom apartment. Fresh out of college...nice car...nice job. Straight doing me. Or I can picture myself being lowered into my grave and all my loved ones gathered around dressed in black crying. But even then those imaginary pictures aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is nothing is perfect...but I could of just said that all along and didn't have to write all this shit. Perfection is something you can strive for in whatever you want. Your dreams, career, relationships...anything. But everything has its flaws. That apple of your eye just might be rotten and that bestfriend you've always wanted just might not be a friend at all. That picture you've painted so vividly with your imagination will have its errors here and there...shit you really can't control. Your life isn't going to go the way you planned it. Its alright though, because I mean shit...what really is perfection anyway? When you find something thats truly perfect...let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-1938574556305317566?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/1938574556305317566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=1938574556305317566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1938574556305317566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1938574556305317566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-8246546650884980919</id><published>2008-02-18T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:29:18.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains/ The Last Hoorah</title><content type='html'>"Waitin' paitently I ask myself, where I wanna go, where I wanna be, life is much more than runnin' in the streets" ~ Consequence, off of Kanye's "Spaceship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I've reached a point in my life, where I need to start to decide want I want to do with the rest of it. As much as I'd love to revert back to being 10 and not having to deal with any bullshit, I have to grow up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just one problem. I have no idea where I want to go. I'm not even completely sure if I know myself well enough at this point. Which leaves me with quite a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my pondering, I have come to one conclusion....I don't want to grow up. You know when your 9 and you just want to be older? Yeah, I'm at the point where shit hits the fan. Not to say I'm old, not by any means, but I think I've been slapped with the realization that I'm only a few years away from having to enter the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....well now onto part two of this blog. There are a few other things I feel the need to address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Hoorah. The Final Stand. The End of the Road.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to call it, I think this blog may have reached it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this being the first blog from me in probably a month, and the first blog period in about 3 weeks, this seems to be dying off.&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone actually reads this to care. Lets be real, no one actually reads this shit, besides my partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, this blog was never really about becoming a "famous" (as famous as you can hope to be off the internet) writer, or attracting fans, or anything. It was just a way for both of us to express our opinions and thoughts, a really cheap (free) form of therapy if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that now, sadly, this ride has reached it's final destination. Hey, maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'll end up writing again, but who knows. If anyone actually reads this blog, drop a comment and let me know you're gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, more realistically, peace to everyone who (doesn't) read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we try to fly with our wings tattered, sometimes we don't think to try cuz we don't know any better, So I've gathered myself just to prove, to me, I am not afraid anymore, of whats around the corner" ~ Tonedeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love,&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-8246546650884980919?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/8246546650884980919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=8246546650884980919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/8246546650884980919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/8246546650884980919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/02/growing-pains-last-hoorah.html' title='Growing Pains/ The Last Hoorah'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-8383650149224423771</id><published>2008-01-29T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:26:49.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep up.</title><content type='html'>"It ain't what you cop, its about what you keep" - L Boogie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like its not about where you from doggie, its about where you pay the rent at. In life sometimes the big picture isn't always the most important one. Doesn't matter what you have...its all about if you can keep it. Somethings you can't keep forever, but as long as you have the memories then they are yours forever. Learn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a materialistic person. The money and the clothes seem to matter the most to me. In the end I can't keep either forever. Even with knowing that for some reason I still depend on it. I guess I'm brainwashed...or I guess I really just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't cop life, love...death, or anything of that nature. So I guess its about how long you can keep it. Holding on to things is always whats up. Yeah you might have the better looking car...until someone steals it. Real Talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-8383650149224423771?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/8383650149224423771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=8383650149224423771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/8383650149224423771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/8383650149224423771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-up.html' title='Keep up.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-3478738519945273975</id><published>2008-01-20T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:36:34.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Dedication...</title><content type='html'>"My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams, I'm hopin things look up but there's no job openings..." ~ Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be described in many ways, but right now I would have to say the most appropriate word is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never try to hate on anyone for stupid shit, like you homotional e-thugs always do (word at threatening dudes over the internet), but sometimes there are moments when you need to replenish your body with alittle haterade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting at is people who know nothing of struggling. Nothing of being broke, nothing of having any sort of hardships. Listen, losing your cell phone for 2 weeks cuz you got a C on your report card isn't a big deal. Shut the fuck up, no one cares, and your not struggling because you can't get that new xbox game until your parents get a paycheck next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work for what you have, I have no problem with you. It's the people who have everything yet still complain who need robbed. Take a walk in someone elses shoes where you can't go and buy what ever you want whenever you want, or hell, even buy something you need when you need it. If you've been through the bullshit then you know how stressful life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing everyone else walking around, blowing money like it's nothing, and not being able to do anything you want because you have none....it's one word. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just on that haterade. All I really know is that I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This (blog) is dedicated to all the happy people, who have real nice lives, and don't know what it's like to be broke as fuck" ~ Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-3478738519945273975?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/3478738519945273975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=3478738519945273975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3478738519945273975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3478738519945273975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-dedication.html' title='This is a Dedication...'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-6539318615618613228</id><published>2008-01-13T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:33:51.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats like half my hand.</title><content type='html'>"My uncle said when you grow up some of your friends will be dead" - Black Spade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood friends...I have a few. Not many...but enough to know as you grow up you change(thats obvious). What hit me though was that as you grow your friends change as well. Some change for the better...and others for the worse. Most are for worse...sad to say that most of my friends aren't doing much with their life. I've grown up enough and I guess in a way my friends are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word up" - Nas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word up. A thug changes. Love definitely changes. Friends become strangers...yeah. I have more than a few friends that have become strangers. Niggas act like they don't even know ya' boy anymore, but its all good. I don't adapt well to change but change happens. Whether its friends, love, or your own personal change. I've never tried to stop it...because you really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched some of my people go from good kids to drug dealers. Dudes changed so much every time I'm with them something pops off. I guess it hurts me in a way to see my niggas that I'm down for get trapped in the system. I don't really blame the change of growing up for this. I'd rather blame the streets. The hood made my niggas like this...and made me the way I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 16 so I got some more growing to do. But if your 16 and you can say your friends have died in any type of way thats not whats up. I guess my uncle was right. For my people that have become strangers I still know you...you just don't know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-6539318615618613228?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/6539318615618613228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=6539318615618613228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/6539318615618613228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/6539318615618613228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-like-half-my-hand.html' title='Thats like half my hand.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7187945482437226240</id><published>2008-01-06T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:07:40.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love.</title><content type='html'>"For the Love is a hard reason to keep my life in suspension" - Deacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love...theres alot of things I love. Some have their positive and negative effects. Some might help me while others break me down. Some might do both at the same time. Its all for the love though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love pay the bills though? Kiss was right the money will never equal to the love, but at some point your going to need the money. Then at some point your going to look back at the love you recieved. Its all about the love you give though. Having the love, recieving the love, and giving the love are all different. Love is a hard reason to keep my life in suspension...but maybe its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of Hip-Hop I know I might never sell a record and have to rely on tour sales. I know I might sign to a record label that might put me into modern day slavery. I know that I might never get the chance to record a single record. Thats the suspension. Why I still love it? I can't even tell you why...all I can say is I do it for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For the Love' might seem dumb to many, but we all have something or someone we love. It might be bittersweet love or it might be the love of your life. Don't look at it as keeping your life in suspension for the sacrifices you may have to make. Look at it as getting one step closer to your love. Cause in the end...nigga its all for the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7187945482437226240?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7187945482437226240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7187945482437226240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7187945482437226240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7187945482437226240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-love.html' title='For The Love.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-4933325215283740621</id><published>2008-01-02T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:49:59.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine to the Rain</title><content type='html'>"Sunshine to the rain, when it comes it goes again, even when the story ain't, just turn the page and begin again" ~ Anthony Hamilton (on Miri Ben Ari's song "Sunshine to the Rain" which also features Scarface)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog comes from some thinking on New Years Eve (which sucked but I'm not going to explain).&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on this past year I've seen a few different things. I've seen some shitty ass experiences, and some good ones. But through all of it I've gained one thing. Growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've grown alot this year, maturity wise, intellectually, mentality, everything. And I guess '08 is the year where I want to focus.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stop being "the invisible man" (that will be another blog) and start putting in work. 2008 is gonna be the year of the grind for me. On the writing tip, on the rapping tip, on the social tip, everything. I want to stop holding my self back from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my new years resolution is to actually achieve some of my goals this year. I've had certain goals for awhile but have never really done anything about them. And I feel like now is the time, or else I never will. Turn the rain to sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got my ear to the street, my head to the sky, n***** gonna hate and I don't understand why, I'm just tryin to get money, and have the whole world remember me, so touch mine and become a memory" ~ Wiz Khalifa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-4933325215283740621?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/4933325215283740621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=4933325215283740621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4933325215283740621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4933325215283740621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-day.html' title='Sunshine to the Rain'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-4069048110737743742</id><published>2007-12-30T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:42:29.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall the past.</title><content type='html'>"Yeah sitting in the staircase holding back tears, Looking over mad years worth of photographs, Pictures of some places I ain't never going back, Some people I used to love why I ain't show em' that?" - Black Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reminisce I might hold back some tears too. Looking back at a painful past isn't easy. It brings back some memories that I really would like to forget. Running from the past isn't an option though. My past reminds me of where I'm from and what I've been through to get to where I am. Every change is worth a photograph...some I want to throw into a fire and never think of again. Others might just get their own spot on my wall one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of years ago I'd say the place where I'm from is home. I'd also say that when I turn 18 its the place I'd run off to. I've grown here in Georgia though and learned some things on my owned. The place where I'm from is a city I'll stay repping and thinking about but isn't a place that I'd want to return to. Maybe its because I know things have changed since I've been away almost 10 years. Or maybe because it wasn't a happy place to be. Its not about where your from its about where you pay the rent. Home is where the heart is...Georgia stole my heart a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something everyone should show. I've shown it alot in the past...or atleast I thought I did. Looking back I see some people that I most definitely could of gave a "I love you" to. But I never did and now I'll never really be able to. Maybe because it wasn't really love, or because I just didn't know how to tell them. I loved them...why ain't I show them that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past shaped and molded me into the person I am today. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? What I've been through left some scars on me physically and emotionally. But I'm still alive and stronger than ever. I may not know exactly where I'm headed in life or what the future may hold for me, but knowing my past lets me know not to make the same mistakes others did. Reminisce for a spell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-4069048110737743742?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/4069048110737743742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=4069048110737743742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4069048110737743742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4069048110737743742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/recall-past.html' title='Recall the past.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-141044461921888303</id><published>2007-12-30T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:04:18.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of money...</title><content type='html'>"When the 'frigerator naked then the cupboard is bare, people got to strip naked stick em' up in the air" - Black Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really the root of all evil? I mean if you aren't eating and the roof over your head isn't that nice you'd be robbing too right? I know I would. Hell, some would rob just so they could cop the new Jordans. I know one thing though. Ima' make money. And if I can't make it...Ima' take money. Feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its dudes that will do anything to make a dollar. The hustle mentality. Its all the art of business. Supply and demand. See school of hard knocks all you need to know is your math. Add the cost of bullets, subtract your enemies, divide your obstacles, and multiply your money. Its all about the paper around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I'm broke and hungry Ima' get mind regardless. The love of money might be the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;(its late as hell...I'll write a better one later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-141044461921888303?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/141044461921888303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=141044461921888303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/141044461921888303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/141044461921888303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-of-money.html' title='Love of money...'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-615244562869747794</id><published>2007-12-28T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T04:21:02.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry for the heart.</title><content type='html'>"A poet's wise words teach these people, so let my poetry reach these people" - Maddchild(yeah the one and only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love poetry. I can't explain it...its just crazy. A teacher of mine introduced me to Def Poetry Jam. So I'm going to share three of my favorite videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasize - Floetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZCY7F08uXY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZCY7F08uXY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just crazy. Not only do they make some sick music they also make some sick poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Known - Common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brd3a1hJK58&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brd3a1hJK58&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense niggas. First couple of lines...story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny For Your Thoughts - Gemineye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQsrp5Mk6oo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQsrp5Mk6oo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explore every inch of your mind before I explore every inch of your body. Gemineye is nice with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of poems I like. You can go to youtube and just type in Def Poetry Jam and check some more out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uplift myself from beneath these people, so one day these people view me as an equal" - Maddchild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-615244562869747794?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/615244562869747794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=615244562869747794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/615244562869747794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/615244562869747794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/poetry-for-heart.html' title='Poetry for the heart.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-1956759911901970243</id><published>2007-12-27T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:27:44.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Goes a Long Way</title><content type='html'>"It's all the, small things" ~ Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;(yeah it's not rap, sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've noticed that alot of times it isn't anything huge that can make a person feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Just one small gesture can make a big difference in someone's day. Maybe you helped someone up who fell outside, maybe you were nice to someone who that doesn't happen to very often; there are plenty of situations and I could give examples all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think just one small gesture affects me more than something larger from someone else. Everyone expects their good friends to hold them down and help them out when in their times of need, so when they do it's not really a big deal. But when someone you don't really know helps you out it makes you feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess from my perspective, things like that just remind me that the world isn't full of douchebags, and there are still some people with good hearts out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see someone having a shitty day, maybe just reach out to them. I bet you it will mean a lot more to them than you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace (and sorry for the long absence),&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-1956759911901970243?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/1956759911901970243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=1956759911901970243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1956759911901970243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1956759911901970243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Goes a Long Way'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7830091781550714309</id><published>2007-12-20T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:06:29.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was feelin' the same.</title><content type='html'>"Well I'm feelin' your pain, I was feelin' the same, But I said I'd never feel that again" - Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you couldn't trust anyone? Like everyone who says they are down for you, really aren't? Like everyone around you or in your inner circle  are putting up a front? I've felt that way before. I felt the pain of thinking I was alone in my struggle. Then I did some growing, and I said I'd never feel that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like the person your currently lovin' isn't loving you back? Like "I love you" doesn't quite describe your relationship. Maybe you want more than a "I love you" every now and then, or maybe they aren't even showing the love. Its all good, cause I've felt that pain before. I learned some life lessions, and I said I'd never feel that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like your dreams are just dreams and nothing more? Like your living in a world where you'll never reach the level you want to be at? Maybe you don't know whats real and whats just a dream anymore? We all feel that sometimes our goals may be unrealistic or are in an area we feel we'll never be able to reach. Its all good, I've been there and done that. I just sat back, got my mind right and found out what I actually want. We've all felt the same, and some of us will never feel that again. I know I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7830091781550714309?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7830091781550714309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7830091781550714309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7830091781550714309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7830091781550714309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-feelin-same.html' title='I was feelin&apos; the same.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-4904139638339994919</id><published>2007-12-20T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:07:56.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest nigga...what?</title><content type='html'>"I'm on my mission to be, be the coolest nigga wha'" - Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone want to be popular in some sort of way? From the quiet girl that wants attention from the males to the young hustler that wants to be known in the streets. Wanting to be known for atleast something is what many people want, regardless if they want to admit it or not. Honestly, its not that hard to do that. The only thing holding many people back is that they put on a front to be known for something they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I'm popular or widely known by everyone. I mean, alot of people know me, are cool with me, and theres always my circle of niggas I hang with. With that being said personally I believe I'm popular in my own way. But I still find myself searching to be the coolest nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe's opinion of being the coolest nigga is basically chasing the game, being in the game, and dying in the game. But once your the coolest nigga around you never really die, right? I mean its not like you get hit with some bullets and don't survive and people forget about you. Everyone knows your the dumb mothafucka who got caught slipping and went out like a target in a shooting range. Your no longer the coolest nigga, you just become an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all that, every dude coming up in the struggle strives to be one of the coolest. Some dudes might reach that level of street success and become another example to these youngins growing up. Some might actually realize what they're chasing is foolishness. I want to be one of the latter. But until I actually admit to the lil' dude in my head that one of the things I'm chasing in this world is the root of all evil. I'll continue on my mission to be the coolest nigga(what).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-4904139638339994919?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/4904139638339994919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=4904139638339994919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4904139638339994919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/4904139638339994919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/coolest-niggawhat.html' title='The coolest nigga...what?'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-5287193325561445104</id><published>2007-12-19T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:45:47.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Put A Spell On Dem' Hoes.</title><content type='html'>"I'm the reason she don't fuck wit' you no mo'" - Witchdoctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why a girl stopped calling you? Or maybe she doesn't pay much attention to you anymore? Why? Because she found a real nigga, yes a real nigga. Maybe it was me, maybe it was one of my boys. Maybe, fucking with you and your lame shit made her go dyke. It really doesn't matter who she ran to, we all know she doesn't fuck wit' you no mo'. But hey, we've all messed up and missed our chance with a girl...or guy for you ladies that read this. You just gotta' learn how to put a spell on dem' hoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a spell on them is just laying down some game thats so tight, so fire that they just say "fuck you" to any other nigga that approaches them besides you. Spitting game like this doesn't require you to put on a front or anything of that nature. All you have to do is have the confidence and be yourself. You also have to know the game, respect the game, and abide by the games unspoken rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get all that down then it shouldn't be a problem for anyone to lay down a spell. Just be careful cause females can spit some nice game too. And if you are a foolish little nigga you'll end up paying her bills, which is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put a spell on dem' hoes, forgive me lord but I'm hell on dem' hoes" - Witchdoctor&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like adding that in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put a spell on em', forgive me lord but I'm hell on em', baby we grown folk, so let me longstroke and send em' back to they man with my smell on em'" - Phonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be quiet for I tell on em'. Taking another niggas girl when hes fucking up is just so satisfying. So when ya' girl comes home with a faint smell of men's cologne and my number in her phone then just know I put a spell on her. Forgive me lord, but you bitch niggas need to learn how to take care of your girls better. No handcuffing, but atleast lay down your game so hard that she isn't fucking around with you. But once I lay down the pipe so hard, its a wrap. And I become the reason why she don't fuck with you no mo'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-5287193325561445104?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/5287193325561445104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=5287193325561445104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/5287193325561445104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/5287193325561445104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-put-spell-on-dem-hoes.html' title='I Put A Spell On Dem&apos; Hoes.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7404590387159463469</id><published>2007-12-16T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:46:38.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>"Why try to fit in when you're a stand out" ~ Joe Budden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where you just feel like "damn, today is the beginning of something new" ?&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those today, an epiphany, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I've tried to work out my own problems and become that dude that everyone loves. Throughout all of this I've realized that isn't really what I want. I don't want to be the guy that gets shown love by many but isn't really loved by any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your sitting there right now like "duh, you a stupid motherfucker for realizing this now". But I don't think some of you yourselves have either. Why should I try to fit in and do what everyone else is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known I was different from the majority of kids these days. Not more booksmart but more wise. Not more creative but more thoughtful. Not more pimp but more caring. And I think at this point I've realized I need to say fuck what you think and do me. I don't give a shit if you think I'm soft cuz I care for a girl, or you think I'm "emo" cuz I have some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day where it really hit me like, "I want to turn my life around, I'm gonna stop letting life take me on a ride and start taking my life where I want it to go". I have talent in writing, in the form of poetry over notes especially (rap for you dumb hoes).  I'm a unique individual who has alot of traits that people like but don't seem to be able to find. And I'm tired of sitting and complaining about how shit sucks, so I'm going to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer going to be that guy that sits around waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for your whole life and come to realize all your waiting is for your time to be up" ~ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to go get my life right,&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1 Breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Sidenote - Sorry if this wasn't as introspective or life lesson infused as usual, but I just thought I would throw this down for my lack of blogs. Maddchild gotta stop posting two a day, I can't keep up with that. But I'll hit you with some nice thought out ish in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7404590387159463469?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7404590387159463469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7404590387159463469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7404590387159463469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7404590387159463469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7452373647440376545</id><published>2007-12-16T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:00:53.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love has no limit.</title><content type='html'>"It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine" - Common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the end is near its important that we close(another quote). Not only close to the person you lovin' but to all those other people in your life you love. Get close. I feel that I get too close to the females though. I don't want a relationship right now. I mean of course theres one or two girls that I'd talk to no problem but other than those two(or one) I'm single. So when I tell girls this and they say "aight" I'm thinking ok. Then after a couple weeks of talking on the phone and chilling they hit me with the "when we gonna' hook up?" conversation. You already know whats running through my head(do you, I know you do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand what I do to make them think I want a relationship. Maybe I send the wrong signals? Like hugging her daily or talking on the phone with her for an hour or more. I mean its not like I wrote her a four page letter and enclosed it with a kiss, right? For some strange reason they get the impression that I'm feeling them way more than I actually am. Being the nice guy I am(yeah...) I try not to hurt their feelings. But if you like someone and they don't like you back chances are once you find that out you aren't going to dust it off your shoulder just like that. You might just grab a pistol and dust them off instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really felt the need to just burn it in their mind that I didn't want a relationship. Madd likes to flirt...so what? Its not just that I like to flirt with the ladies, but I mean it doesn't take a whole day to recognize sunshine, but it certainly does take a couple hours. I always talk to them knowing they might catch feelings because I'm trying to see if I might. I mean she just might be the female that I actually fall for...or she might just make my life a living hell. Either way life keeps going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting close is good, but too close may give people the wrong impression. I think I need to take a step back and take a good look at the signals I send. I plan to get one girl and keep one girl, but being single is too good right now. Recognizing sunshine can wait another day, unless her rays of light hit my sunglasses in a way that just drives me crazy...then I have to wife her. When I do finally find that sunshine it'll be all love and no false signals. Love has no limit, lets spend it slow forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7452373647440376545?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7452373647440376545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7452373647440376545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7452373647440376545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7452373647440376545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-has-no-limit.html' title='Love has no limit.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-1817376238443901745</id><published>2007-12-16T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:00:25.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still the same.</title><content type='html'>"Why do niggas say I changed for a girl?" - Common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age old question...do you put a female before your niggas? Not your niggas, but your friends. People who have been there for you, and you know are down to ride no matter what. Basically people that just don't give a fuck! When it comes down to it you know they got you, and you got them. Not just any female, I mean one that your in a real relationship with. Do you put her before people you've broke bread with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is simple, you and your boys are about to head out on a Saturday night and chill. But your girl calls you at the last minute and wants to hook up so you two can do your thing. Now any other time a nigga would be like hell yeah why pick chillin' with my peoples when I could be gettin' some ass? But when it comes down to it your dissing your people for a female. But then again your dissing your girl for your people. Which do your choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it both sides have to respect the fact that they are both there. I mean I don't expect my niggas to catch feelings like a girl when I'm tell them Ima'chill with my baby instead of run the streets with them. And I don't want my girl to trip when I want to spend time with my boys. It goes both ways. I don't feel like I'm exactly putting either before eachother. But to be honest in the end Ima' choose my niggas. These are people I've grown up with. People I've known for like 7 years. Niggas I've went through alot of bullshit with, good times and bad times. I can't let a female come in between that, she better get her mind right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never one-sided so when I do put my girl first its because I have real feelings for her and I know she feels the same. Its not like I'm knocking my boys or anything its just the fact that everyone wants to spend time with someone they feel they have a sexual...or natural bond with. So if it gets to the point where niggas say I've changed for a girl. All Ima' say is nigga grow up and get off my sack. I ain't changed for nobody, I just grew up as a person. Do some soul searchin' niggas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-1817376238443901745?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/1817376238443901745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=1817376238443901745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1817376238443901745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/1817376238443901745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-still-same.html' title='I&apos;m still the same.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-3675324982389876502</id><published>2007-12-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:11:01.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in Another Man's Shoes</title><content type='html'>"Look through my eyes, do as I do, be as I be, walk in my shoes and hurt yo feet" ~ DMX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could see the world through another's perspective...&lt;br /&gt;How one person views the world may be completely different than how another does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the events, whether tragic or joyous, painful or beautiful, that have unfolded during our lives make us who we are. How different the events in each other's lives are makes us see the world through many perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you grew up in the projects and all you ever saw in your life was poverty, despair, and had come to the realization that this world was a cold, cold place early on in life, you will have a very different perspective than others. Particularly those who grew up in the suburbs with parents who make a good salary and they are able to get whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what creates a large separation between people, especially of different classes. The poverty stricken tend to have a much more bleek outlook on life, while the rich tend to think the world is all roses. If only we could switch roles for just a day, and we would all be better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no understanding of others anymore. It's all self centered, and if you don't have any problems in the world, no one else should either. But sadly it doesn't work that way. If some people only knew the half of the experiences of the less fortunate, they would understand why they have some issues. Me included. Not to say that I grew up in the projects, thats not the case at all. I've just had alot of bad experiences to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't relate, then you can't understand the struggle. If you don't understand the struggle, you don't believe it really exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to go get back on the grind,&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1 Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-3675324982389876502?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/3675324982389876502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=3675324982389876502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3675324982389876502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3675324982389876502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/walk-in-another-mans-shoes.html' title='Walk in Another Man&apos;s Shoes'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-2511747184930607926</id><published>2007-12-13T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:19:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockdown without a cell.</title><content type='html'>"Man this happens on a regular, the racial profiling, the minority shootings etc, etc." - Joell Ortiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police brutality is nothing new in America. I've been harassed by the police more than once, but its all good. 'Fuck the police' puts it quite nice for me, so this blog isn't even really about that nonsense. Its more about those living life behind bars...and sometimes those bars aren't always cold steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guilty until proven innocent, up in the ghetto brah'" - Mr. Ortiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the system is already against a black man, but to get locked down in the system where they can control your every movement without using psychological warfare is crazy. I question the freedom we have while on the outside, but while your on the inside theres no need to question it. Your viewed as an animal, and even if you change your life you can never change your past. And your past is something you have to live with for the rest of your life. These are the steel bars. Cellmates, yard fights, basketball, weights, books, and converting to Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never been locked up, but I feel like I'm trapped in a cell constantly. I feel like I'm locked down, coming into the world and being degraded because of my skin color. Not only because of my color but because of stereotypes that circle my culture or my race. I think thats fucked up. Don't get the wrong impression, I mean sometimes all of this is done to me by my own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living behind bars isn't what I want, or what I want for my children. Being a prisoner in your own home? In your own body? Being trapped in disbelief, or hiding from your past? Bars seperate us all in society. The only type of bars I enjoy in life is when I'm creating a verse with a pen &amp;amp; pad. I'm not a fan of being a prisoner, so its time to rebel. The revolution will not be televised. Now, nigga wheres the key to this bitch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-2511747184930607926?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/2511747184930607926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=2511747184930607926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/2511747184930607926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/2511747184930607926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/lockdown-without-cell.html' title='Lockdown without a cell.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-177477199113191655</id><published>2007-12-13T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:50:22.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds aren't always forever.</title><content type='html'>"Life movin' too fast I need to slow down" - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel maybe I'm moving too fast in this paper chase. And at other times I'm like what the hell am I thinking...I gotta get the money regardless. Introducing my homegirl(Lissa, see I said it) to Wu-tang earlier this week reminded me of one of the streets many sayings...Cash Rulez Everything Around Me, CREAM nigga. Theres two things wrong with that saying though. First off, I'm not in the streets enough to have to shout that. Second off, money is one of the only things a young black male thinks about when he comes from almost nothing...he thinks about it so much that he might dive into a life in the streets to get it. I'm one of those young black males. I need to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing money, cream, bread, paper, or/and all of the above isn't the only thing that might cause a young nigga to move alittle too quick though. Love can take you on a rollercoaster thats ten times faster than any of these weed smoking niggas dipping from the local beat-a-nigga's-ass-for-no reason...in other words police officer. Moving too fast in this area can send a brother to heartbreak hotel(Common, get educated). Young niggas caught up in love, slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy life alot nowadays, besides from the beef, stress, and bullshit that I go through. Life is like a diamond...that doesn't last forever. I don't want to run through it too quick and overlook some things, and I also don't want to go through it so slow that I watch everyone I care about fade away. I know my life...diamond...whatever you want to call it won't last forever, but while its still intact I want to live it out just right. If you feel the same way, lets both slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl ain't give me no ass, ya' need to go down" - Ye'&lt;br /&gt;I just had to add that lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-177477199113191655?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/177477199113191655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=177477199113191655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/177477199113191655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/177477199113191655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/diamonds-arent-always-forever.html' title='Diamonds aren&apos;t always forever.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7790941152466865242</id><published>2007-12-11T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:56:17.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ya' mind right.</title><content type='html'>"Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever whats wrong with you!?" - Andre '3 Stacks' 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigga I'm feelin' mighty wonderful. The fuck is running through your mind, dawg? Alot of niggas walk around like they the happiest nigga around knowing damn well when they get home they ain't about shit. Stop the fronting...and the hating while your at it. I think niggas need to grow up...and grow a pair of balls while they're at it cause you can't be a real man having female traits. Especially those niggas that talk about you behind your back knowing they'd catch a hot one if they said it to your face. Those type of niggas..."get down!" - 3 stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant ass niggas, close minded ass niggas, niggas that don't take care of themselves. Man its almost 08' and yall niggas still acting like this. Clean yourself up, and get a mothafuckin' job. I ain't got one, but I make my money regardless(respect the hustle, cause I respect yours). Stop making babies and not taking care of them you ungrateful ass niggas. Those type of bitch ass niggas..."get down!" - you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression" - 3 Stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niggas that get a false impression of another niggas expression...kill yourself. Respect the way another man expresses himself. Respect our females...we have bitches and hoes lets face it but not all of them fall into that list...just most(I'm joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you act like one of these niggas...doesn't matter if your white, black, blue(no relation), orange, rainbow, clear, if you act like one of these niggas...grow up dawg, forreal. Grow the fuck up. While your doing some soul searching, mind wandering, growing the hell up, get your fuckin' mind right. By the way..."get down!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7790941152466865242?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7790941152466865242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7790941152466865242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7790941152466865242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7790941152466865242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-ya-mind-right.html' title='Get ya&apos; mind right.'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-3429511837248088023</id><published>2007-12-11T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:23:18.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't catch feelings...</title><content type='html'>"Don't wanna' choose between having you in my life, or losing you forreal because I caught feelings" - Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a female as a close friend gives you an advantage over those without female friends. For starters shes a female...it doesn't get better than that, then its the fact that she can tell you about yourself and be honest. See you can't go up to your boy and say "Dawg, is this outfit straight?" some cases its alright but sometimes its borderline homo. Having close female friends can help you understand females better which can help with your game...if you have any. The only thing you have to worry about is her time of the month and the #1 rule of the game...don't fall in love with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nigga never ever, ever, ever catch feelings for a female friend. Why? I'm glad you asked...well first off your in the friend-zone so in most cases she doesn't feel the same way about you and once your in the friend-zone its a struggle to get out. Second off, if she does feel the same way about you and you both decide to take it to the next level shit changes alot. Catching feelings for a friend especially if shes close can ruin your friendship. When you start having feelings you don't view her as a friend you view her as your girl and then little shit yall did when yall was friends turns offsenive because now your more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always turn out this way though. I mean being a friend and a lover isn't all bad. You provide eachother with support and love throughout the day and at night your exploring her body with only one thing on your mind. But in most cases in the first few months of the relationship it might be all good and then shit turns sour. In the end you'll feel not only heartbroken if you fell for her like that but you'll realize you just lost a close friend. Once you go past that point and fuck up you really can't patch things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught feelings for a friend...that shit took me on a ride. But lessons are learned and life keeps going on. Don't make it one sided either...cause near the end of the song Marsha changed the hook on us she went from,&lt;br /&gt;"Because &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;caught feelings" to "Because &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; caught feelings"&lt;br /&gt;Females share the same feelings as we do. Keep the friendship friendly pimp, and if you happen to catch feelings, then catch them right and don't fuck up. I mean, some of the strongest relationships are built because the couple were friends first. Its all about the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-3429511837248088023?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/3429511837248088023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=3429511837248088023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3429511837248088023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/3429511837248088023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-catch-feelings.html' title='Don&apos;t catch feelings...'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-145614963129006452</id><published>2007-12-05T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:06:48.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much is Never Enough</title><content type='html'>"You wanna fight me, fight these tears" ~ DMX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it enough is always too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart that is.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like those that don't have it are considered normal these days. So where is the line drawn between being a loving person and being overly emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a question I've yet to answer myself. From my experience living in this world today (no GZA), having any at all is already more than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, anyone, especially males, who shows emotion is bitchmade. But I don't see things that way. "Life is cold, cold is pain, pain is growth..." ~ Blu (not to be confused with me...no E son). What is wrong with being able to admit your not perfect, or admit that you have had some emotionally damaging experiences? Now I'm not saying you need to dwell on them your entire life, but you have to admit them to yourself to be able to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner you admit your own failures the sooner you will be able to handle future ones. And the more you admit to yourself the stronger you will become, especially in terms of heart. It may seem that little things get to me, and that I care too much, but I guess that is just a side effect of having to much heart. Personally I would rather care too much than not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see someone with enough heart to admit everything and break down to you, realize they are few out of many. That is not something you will come across very often. So don't just turn the cold shoulder, listen intently. If they are being real they are most likely extremely pained to do this, but know that they will be better off in the long run once it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have heart too, show them so love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sending my thug love, but who is sending their love to me?" ~ Saigon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love,&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1 Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-145614963129006452?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/145614963129006452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=145614963129006452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/145614963129006452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/145614963129006452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/too-much-is-never-enough.html' title='Too Much is Never Enough'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-7322881328896442071</id><published>2007-12-05T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:03:05.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let go...</title><content type='html'>"My ends are perfect strangers who won't never meet eachother, Strong pounds and bear hugs when we greet eachother, Cause in this new world I know we gonna' need eachother" - Phonte, &lt;em&gt;Brave New World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world we live in today isn't quite at the level to be called a Brave New World...but shit it ain't far from it. We got kiddies blastin' up their classmates because they can't handle the peer pressure, people wrapped in bedsheets blowing shit up, and not to mention Bush is ready to bomb the shit out of another country. All that AND Hip-hop is in a messed up state. Brave New World...hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't surprise me when I find myself trying to hold on to everything I care about before someone pops up and fucks it up.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change whats left" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep&lt;br /&gt;I feel that quote cause shit is changing and I don't like change much. I've had alot of big changes in my life and the shit wasn't fun at all. So to have someone or something come in my life and change the shit that I am grateful for might just make me go test out my new pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no doubt when I see my people its nothing but love because in the end I know Ima' need them. Whether its my family or my friends in the shit we livin' in now a nigga gon' need all the help he can get. I know we got some blogs about friendship but having a person that you can call your friend instead of 'homie' or 'nigga' is worth alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ends are perfect strangers and the funny thing is they haven't even began yet. Whether you think the world we live in is messed up or not don't forget to hold on to the shit you care about the most and don't let go cause in the end thats all you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-7322881328896442071?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/7322881328896442071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=7322881328896442071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7322881328896442071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/7322881328896442071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t let go...'/><author><name>Maddchild(DM)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504618799707354214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00993976604495130023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596328191179174155.post-2019431077501768321</id><published>2007-11-25T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:23:09.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Your Side</title><content type='html'>"Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable, You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable, Need another n**** besides yourself on the side of you,Can't listen to yourself, naw, all he do is lie to you" ~ Joe Budden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my last blog was about R.R.R. and how you gotta cut out the fakes, but I feel I should take some time to look at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While fakes are never good, it's always good to have atleast one person to hold you down(thats where R.R.R. comes in). If your always by yourself, there will be some point where your gonna need someone else by your side. There is always those times when you don't know where to go or what to do, and if you don't have any one to talk to you will drive yourself crazy. Long stretches of loneliness aren't good for your mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of times when you will be down and feel like your worthless, but in many circumstances you just need someone to help boost you up. Nothing makes me feel better then someone letting me know they love me when I'm having a hard day/week/month/year. (Yes, year. I've had bad years. Don't ask). When you can't handle yourself anymore you have to have someone else to hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just be the person that always asks for help too. Those people that you bitch to are gonna need someone to talk to at some point too. So be there for them. Friendships and relationships are mutual, not one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reccommend using the three R's and finding atleast one person. Even if it's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord please help me through all this self doubt and cowardess, feel like I'm walking in lead welded shoes, held down and powerless" ~ Louis Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Blue aka 1 Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596328191179174155-2019431077501768321?l=realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/feeds/2019431077501768321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596328191179174155&amp;postID=2019431077501768321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/2019431077501768321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596328191179174155/posts/default/2019431077501768321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realtalkhip-hop.blogspot.com/2007/11/tell-me-what-you-supposed-to-do-when.html' title='By Your Side'/><author><name>Blue (aka 1 Breath)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18352334409210029715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05355386340526546645'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>