The Truth about me...

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After reading this, I realize this is way more random than I intended. Deal.
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Last night I realized a few things...

I really really do hate alcohol, and I can't stand being around who are drinking. I don't care if it is whiskey, moonshine, beer, Zima, "just a white wine," malt liquor....

The smell of it is repulsive, and the drunken enthusiasm of an inebriated female is not flattering at all, in any way. Even on a night when I may be feeling kinda lonely, vulnerable, in need of an ego stroke.

"You're SO tall!!
How tall are you???
You're SO TALL!!!
Ohmygod I loooove your hair! Can you do my hair like that???"

Speaking of which... I am 99.995 percent confident that I could never ever date a white woman.

Can't do it.

I can remember the first time somebody referred to me as "The Truth Sayer"

I own the Truth.

I feel entitled, empowered to speak Truth without fear of how it seems, or what people might think.

Me in a romantic relationship with a white woman would have a pack of ku klux klansmen outside of our home less than a week after the honeymoon.

 
"He said WHAT??? String 'im up!"


When I look at these 2006 whiteboys, asians, filipinos, mexicans...
I want to tell them:

"Turn your f*$&ing hat around. WE started wearing them to the back!"
"Pull up your f^*$ing pants! There is no logical reason for you to SAG!"
"Put the damn G's back on the end of your words! You are neither from the Hood nor the Streets!"

I digress.

In my observations and analysis of different folk in my life, I know that I completely trust myself with whatever I feel.

But, when I try to express to someone else why I'm closer to person A than to person B, it's tough for me to say anything beyond, "Because I am."

But I have a great example.

I do what I say.

And I say what I do.

That's me.

My friend called me this morning to ask, "Hey, are we still on for breakfast tomorrow?"

My thinking is, of course we are, if I had a change of mind or plans, I would have called you to let you know. You would never have to call me to find out if I was still going to do something that I said I would.

Ever.

So, I realize how much it does bother me when people do not do as they say.

It really does.

Big things. Small things. Don't matter.

I made a cameo at the Spoken Word spot last week and read something.

Afterwards, during the whole after-function awkward mingling thing, I ended up in a conversation with somebody about my monniker, "The Truth Sayer" and the piece I read.

She said, "It's like you say what most people think. That's deep."

I replied, "No... I say what people would think if they could."

That's deep.

In truth, lots of these thoughts are inspired by specific events, specific people, yes. I may be talking about you.

But, whether I'm speaking to you, about you, or not addressing you at all... it doesn't really matter.

It's still Truth.

And contrary to popular opinion, Truth is NOT relative.

 Truth Is.

For The Record

Thicke, or Robin Thicke, or whatever the hell his name is these days.

He sucks. I ain't fooled. Y'all might be.

He can suck buffalo scrotum in the middle of mating season.

He can lick anteater anus. With syrup.

On the moon.

Y'all can run to his MySpace page and tell him if you want to.

I ain't fooled.

Robin Thicke:

STOP
BITING
MY
CULTURE

When Will Enough Be Enough?

When will enough be enough?

When will enough be too much?

I never liked D12 not one day in my life, but that fact that BLACK MEN DYING is a regular, common, normal, acceptable fact, that it doesn't cause massive and immediate change in our values as a "community" upsets me greatly.

Here's an article I was forwarded.

Negative Hip Hop Must Die by Akindele Akinyemi

This is Brother Proof. He was a part of D12, the local rap group that Eminem started.

He is now dead.

A victim of gunfire at a local nightclub called Club CCC. Proof was DOA at St. John's Hospital. Shot in the head.

Scott LaRock from BDP is dead. So is Freaky Tah from the Lost Boyz. Tupac is dead and so is Biggie Smalls. ODB died also.

Hip Hop has taken a turn fo the worst. So many brothers have gotten caught into the crossfire.

I knew Proof personally. Even though I would see him drunk down at Trolley Plaza from time to time I enjoyed his energy. It is horrible to see this young man go.

Therefore, it is time to declare war on not just hip hop but declare a full scale war on values in general. Black conservatives must come together on one accord for that we are the only ones that can stop the madness.

We must now declare war on those who continue to sag their pants and smoke blunts.

We must and continue to vote OUT those who vote in favor of abortion and same sex marriages.

We must neutralize destructive groups like Call Em Out and BAMN.

We WILL expand FULL educational options. We will not be beaten by teacher unions and traditional schools that continue to enslave our children.

We will teach African American History, PROPERLY AND ACCURATELY. We will neutralize liberals who continue to lie to our young adults, making them dependent on government.

And we must save our children by ALL means necessary.

We have to declare war on at-risk children who glorify hip hop and negative values.

We have to declare war on the race pimp poverty hustlers who disguise themselves as preachers.

We will no longer allow hip hop to destroy our community. Nor we will continue being called uncle tom or sambo by a group of infidels.

Hip Hop in its current form must die now. We have one soldier on the field (Craig Lewis) that is exposing hip hop for what it is. The culture has destroyed us. Our young people are dying.

50 cent, Jay-Z, Young Jeezy, TI and many others must now be put to rest.

The only ones that can kill hip hop is US. We created it and now we must kill it. Nuff said.

I'm Different.

I'm different.

Starting now, today.

It happened, I changed.

I realize that I have been hovering between misery and apathy, two places not meant for me.

So.... I made myself some promises.

Things that I must do, I will do.

And some things which I will never again.

Starting now.

New Goals, New Aim

New items added to the "things Jabir doesn't do"

Unfortunately for some, my new plans do not include you.
You are welcome to one of these...


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For those who don't get it.......

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(Hahahaha JLa!)

I feel good. I'm back in the gym. Back in the gym!

I'm writing.

I'm reading. Books!

I'm focused.

I'm finally getting my website together.

I've managed to not cut my hair.

I might even step up at the open mic this week.

That's how I'm feelin'.