Pearson is an up and coming rapper who goes by the stage name Real Rap. He hates his nine to five job and feels trapped in a corner. He finally gets his big break when he gets signed to a major record label. Things get tough when he sees how it really is to be a star.
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“For bet than never is late.” – Geoffrey Chaucer
A bill not paid is debt. A bill paid late is a paid bill.
Wants are preferred now, though now often comes tomorrow.
Absent is missing, but tardy is still present.
Claiming defeat before death is sinful. Suicide can be a long journey of loathing life just as much as it is instant. There is more in store after failure. Failure offers experience. Winning is nothing without failure. Failure declared is an attempt, but defeat is attributed to the weak. Time is a tool and late is its asset. Early is good and punctual is better, yet late may be necessary. Never is fear. Will is power. Time is fate. Acceptance is everything.
“Hey Albert? I see you’re home. The toaster’s workin. The oven’s workin. Why you not workin?” – Albert Sr.
What is it about working that seems so detestable? Why is work so despicable? My brothers, our sisters are working. Why don’t we believe we should work?
We must want to be broken. If we don’t work then we can only be broke. The opposite of working is broken. We must fix ourselves.
Who are we that we are so above working? Or are we beneath working? Is it not cool to be working? Well then I don’t want to be cool. I wanna be warm if working isn’t cool. Warm sounds fine.
You said, “I don’t work.” I heard you my brother. I listened to what you said to me. Did you hear yourself? Did you listen to what you said to me? You said you don’t work. You left something out at the end.
You forgot to mention that you’re broke.
Who fixes you? If you don’t work and you manage to live throughout each day with food clothing and shelter then someone must be fixing you. Everyday someone works to fix you.
One day they won’t want to fix you my brother. You will either have to work and fix yourself, or die broken.
You should work Black man. Men should work. If men don’t work then how will everyone survive? You’re a man, right?
I hate niggas.
I hate a part of myself.
I hate how niggas think they know everything but don’t know shit. I hate when niggas do dumb shit. I hate when niggas don’t understand community. I hate when niggas do foul shit to other niggas. I hate when niggas think they own city blocks. I hate niggas in gangs. I hate niggas who think being stupid is smart. I hate when niggas sell crack. I hate when niggas do crack. I hate when niggas think their complexion matters. I hate when niggas say keep it real, because nothing in reality is fake. I hate when niggas only talk about clothes. I hate when niggas don’t understand economics. I hate when niggas don’t watch the news. I hate when niggas don’t know how to speak English correctly. I hate when niggas don’t know how to read and write properly. I hate when niggas don’t wanna learn another language. I hate when niggas start fights over city blocks. I hate when niggas don’t know their history. I hate when niggas never heard of Cointel Pro. I hate when niggas think rap is real. I hate when niggas never heard of Marcus Garvey. I hate when niggas get violent over city blocks. I hate when niggas don’t know their credit score. I hate when niggas don’t know what a thin file is. I hate when niggas don’t know what the Federal Reserve is. I hate when niggas don’t understand debt. I hate when niggas don’t wanna learn. I hate when niggas think rapping is the only way. I hate when niggas claim hoods. I hate when niggas don’t know about ancient Egypt. I hate when niggas think Voodoo is evil. I hate when niggas think their block is all that matters. I hate when niggas can’t read. I hate when niggas don’t know they’re a target. I hate when niggas wanna be caught in the justice system. I hate when niggas disrespect respectable citizens. I hate when niggas rob. I hate when niggas kill. I hate when niggas don’t raise their children right. I hate when niggas blame everything on white people. I hate when niggas don’t think. I hate when niggas don’t travel. I hate when niggas think the only way to get rich is be illegal. I hate niggas.
“There’s two types of Black people in this country. There’s Black people, and there’s niggas. And niggas have got to go!” – Chris Rock
The reality is you’re not cool if you don’t have an online presence, and you’re a social network junky if you have a large online presence. Nevertheless, the social Red Sea has been parted. You’re either in, or you’re out!
Talks of Facebook losing it’s stellar edge it once had in 2005, to its current overpopulation and intrusiveness has not changed the fact that its homepage reached 1 trillion views earlier this week. Twitter is not far behind, and is most certainly catching up in global popularity.
Who’s not on any social networks?
You know who doesn’t have any online profiles, and you know how uncool you think they are too. You’ve tried to get them to succumb to technological advancements in modern society, but they refuse to budge. You hate how they rely on you to know what the fuck is poppin’ for the night, and how they always want you to email them that article you posted last Monday. “Get a fucking profile already!” You say.
What good are these friends?
They never know your whereabouts immediately, nor do they intrude as much as your online friends. They may know your online friends, and even run in the same circle, but they’re socially pure. They come in handy when you wanna hang around people who aren’t subliminally judging you based on your last post or update.
The problem is, you want them to eventually catch up to your social speed by tainting their name and face with the idiotic thoughts of everyday boredom at work, and drunk posts about fornication and vomit.
We need these friends, and these friends need us. It doesn’t change the fact that they are certainly the new aged squares of society. They know they’re lame for alienating themselves, and it’s accepted. Let’s keep them that way as long as possible!
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