(Roast)tissere Chicken

http://ineedsecurityplease.blogspot.com/"Watch yourself, I just might be talking to YOU" - The SoD

You know what gets me? How some of you people feel as though you need to drag down the next to maintain or boost your own level in life. It kills me how sometimes you think someone is giving you words of encouragment only to turn around and in the same breath shit on you at the same time. The problem is that the person talking the shit never really has it all together themselves. I guess you can say this post is dedicated to the chickenheads out there (and I know the term 'chickenhead' is old, I'm ol'school, so fuck you) but instead of just talking about females, I'm going to talk about the males too. After all, I've always been about both sides, can't talk about one without the other.

So I guess you can say that this post is more about "BITCHES"

On the male side of things, there are so many type of bitches. There are the soft, sweet ass muh fuckas who walk around like they have this chip on their shoulder, only when it hits the fan they fold like pretzles and cry about why the world is too much for them.

Let's not forget the bitch at the job who wants yours, and while they smile in your face, their first move after they got all the reasons why you hate your job, is the boss who they report everything to. Yet they will insist that they don't do the bitch shit.

Or the other bitch at the job, you know the one who will try to fuck everything in sight that they work with or above, play this "oh i'm so sensitive and this and that and how they are tired of trying all these loose women with no sense" type bitches. Only to find out that they are nothing that they tried to sell to you, and when its done and over with put you in a position where they make you feel like the whore. When in all actuality, it was them fucking themselves.

Then there are the fools who are big as shit but rather instead of trying to knuckle up when it goes down, they either the first to run, or get the heat. Cause hey when you are 6'5'' and 275, the lil' 5'10'' dude with wire frames is just too dangerous for them. Dig me?

how do I deal with them? I don't. Too much energy to sit there and play tennis with them. So I sit back and watch them work. I feel as though we don't need to interact until either their bitch shit has an effect on me or the people I love. Bitches like that you let sleeping dogs lie. Like the third example up there, they will only fuck themselves in the end.

but what about the women?

The bitch at the same job, who is so concerned about what's going on in the next woman's life, she completley forgets she has one.

Or the same bitch that pushes you to fuck with number 3 up there either because she already fucked him, or she is so far gone with herself that she needs company to feel like she does.

Or the bitch that says she's such a hard worker in scamming on her cable, her housing, her baby's daddy, and her job that its too much for her, and that she don't understand why people can't work as hard as she does.

Hold up, there's also the one who swears they have their shit together, and somehow give 'tips' that really say how you don't. Yet there's those things you see that doesn't reflect what she's saying. For example, she's a stylist but she needs a touch up, she's into fashion, but her toes go over the front of her sandals, her nails are missing on 3 fingers type shit. Uh, hello? You said you had your shit together, but uh, you must remember before you sweep around the front door of someone else's house, make sure your shit is clean.

Like I said there's more, but it's these I come in contact with day to day. Consider my ass kicked from being beatdown by the bullshit, but as I progress in life I recognize that these people are more and more making themselves known in this world.

My advice to those who are in my position is to stay away from bitches, you want to keep yourself on level, don't stoop to theirs. You don't want that tag? Be careful of what you say and do around them. Matter of fact, don't care, yet be mindful of the fact that whatever you buy into that they are selling, you too have dropped to their level. As for them....

Wake the fuck up and work it out. Come my way and I will roast you.

Fucking cowards.
You've been addressed

The SoD

Foward Motion

"I'll see you in August, no question." The SoD

This whole week has been full of surprises. I managed to get a raise, survive a mini riot at the job, and came off one of the illest weekends I've had this year. Although I didn't speak on it that much (I haven't spoke on anything much really) I feel like I have to address some issues before I continue on this post....

I really think DC people are bold as fuck. For a one night stay at a hotel that you just might have to go to gun classes for, will run you about a good c-note. To have a quiet dinner without the rest of the restaurant up your ass, requires you to meditate and block out things around you. To take the metro, you might just have to go through hypnosis just to deal with the unnecessary bullshit around you. Either way, I am understanding that DC is not the ideal place for me.

Given that I'm from a city (or small town dependant on where YOU are from) I'm used to the whole nigga syndrome. Still yet, we all need a break from the norm. The ghetto is all around us I know, still the need to breathe can somewhat be overwhelming. I found my air this past weekend, and next month I seek it again. Only this time, I make foward motion to further place my feet on new ground. With the leg getting better each day, I just keep pushing. While I'm here, I feel like a man mar que'd, just dealing with this case and working to make a better life for myself. The frustration gets to me sometimes, and the lack of communication devices keeps me from outletting to those I need to talk with. So I strive on what I can and just move foward.

I must acknowledge the dancer who didn't recognize the fact that she had enough coke up her nose to make me think she made pizzas rather than sniff some shit. Be advised I was looking for some herbal healing (get your mind out the gutta) and I was being directed to the snowman. I mean people, sometimes we know what we got on when we come out the house and sometimes we just don't care. But shit, if you do what you do, have enough common damn sense to actually clean up yourself before not just giving an answer I'm not looking for, but sell me a dance as well.

I can't say that was the illest thing that happened, there are alot more funny occurances (the smoke detector, the school and the bitch ass there who is petrified of the unknown, taking the metro a bit too far, etc.) but the one thing that stood out the most to me that makes me laugh is the man on the median on Rhode Island Avenue with the sign that said:

"I ain't gon' lie, I just want a beer"

For that I wanted to get this man some 211 in a six pack. Honesty like that should be rewarded, no matter what the issue is.

With that it's back to writing poetry...

The SoD

Photosynthesis

"It starts on the inside and works its way out." The SoD


I opened the door for her and we walked in. A light scent of Jasmine crossed my nose as the mist came from the ceiling onto my shoulders. I was surrounded by life, walking and still. The high ceilings and the windows had me engulfed in a forest of discovery. I took it all in while holding the hand of the person who took me there. This was our second trip there, only this time the inside was open, we took a look at the outside yet on the inside, that's where the show was.

God did great work in this place, and I found out there are others. It is there where I will witness more than just one work of Him. I won't talk about that though.

Where am I? Not where you think, but know that soon I will be. While some have this attitude that as long as I'm not blogging, shots will be fired. Well, I'll put it like this, you can shoot all you want in the air.....you ain't killing the sky.

With that said, it feels good to be blogging, this past month has been a roller coaster of emotions. I feel like I've lifted alot of baggage off my shoulders. I thank you for everything, you know what I mean.

As far as the job.....I still got work to do. Considering that I've checked my surroundings and surveillance is low, still yet a mission aborted is a mission not done. I'm still on the clock as we speak dig it?

Once I'm gone, I'm gone. No need for a comeback tour or some bullshit ass vacation. You either be dying, having a baby, or graduating in order for me to catch a ticket back. Cause right turn on red is legal everywhere.


That's real talk yo.
Shout out A$

The SoD