Earl Klugh - This Time...Dear dad for all you gave me

Blu & Exile - Cold Hearted

Re - Introducition to rap: coldhearted by BLU & EXILE

Lyrics to Cold Hearted :

(feat. Miguel Jontel)

I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
Cause fun days don't last, the last nigga to laugh
So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
And pain comes and it goes
But my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
Moms screamin' for help, myself hot as a sun
Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops top drawer
When he left my momma twice in a week
My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets
With seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Got heat from the newborns scorned brother
Blu black hearted and young
Raps fell off his tongue
Numb feelings remain
The pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young
Dumb niggas with guns cause fun days don't last
The last nigga that blast got shots all in his back
Wrath fell on his soul but in my soul he remains
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
His blood ran through his moms
His moms ran outside
5 niggas with guns
Seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Pulled the heat and he was through
Threw dirt on his casket his mom will re-mask it
Still couldn't hide tears years pass her son
Numb feelings remain
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
My mom still had a son
Dumb kid with a gun, that I got from my pops
Top drawer when he left
My momma fightin' for years
My momma fightin' her tears
Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
But the sun still shines
Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
Blu, life isn't young
Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip Hop
But she left me for you, so I'm a give her to you
Cold hearted and young

(feat. Miguel Jontel)

I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
Cause fun days don't last, the last nigga to laugh
So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
And pain comes and it goes
But my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
Moms screamin' for help, myself hot as a sun
Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops top drawer
When he left my momma twice in a week
My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets
With seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Got heat from the newborns scorned brother
Blu black hearted and young
Raps fell off his tongue
Numb feelings remain
The pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young
Dumb niggas with guns cause fun days don't last
The last nigga that blast got shots all in his back
Wrath fell on his soul but in my soul he remains
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
His blood ran through his moms
His moms ran outside
5 niggas with guns
Seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Pulled the heat and he was through
Threw dirt on his casket his mom will re-mask it
Still couldn't hide tears years pass her son
Numb feelings remain
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
My mom still had a son
Dumb kid with a gun, that I got from my pops
Top drawer when he left
My momma fightin' for years
My momma fightin' her tears
Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
But the sun still shines
Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
Blu, life isn't young
Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip Hop
But she left me for you, so I'm a give her to you
Cold hearted and young

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh (hahahahaha-chuckles)

Don't ask about my title it just seemed so appropriate because it came from nowhere as i was pondering what to call the piece on everything going on in my hart,soul and mind. Actually i blame my playlist filled with a mix of hiphop better yet rap (brown sugar best describes it as the difference between love and being in love)...


"Life is cold, cold is pain..pain is growth" no wait wait for it  he says five niggers with a gun :seed killer number1,seed killer number 2, seed killer number 3 while you bob to the psychedlirious beat.no listen to this guy He says:

"The pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young" like who is this guy.He is dope no HE IS DOPEST (got me using words i don't usually use)

Infact I need you to introduce you to this boy: Blu & Exile revives rap sooo much he took me back to fugeela by the fugees....they need no introduction.

 and if you already knew him why have you been hiding him from me-underrated artist someone please gve him a grammy or even a metro award PLEEAAAAASSSSEEEE.

But rap in itsself has its own definition in music that i am yet to share. Before i do convert to a crackhead, i do feed my soul with jazz actually right now Earl klugh is my jazz.besides the childhood memories with my dad, i cannot run away from the way he can make his music feel pain and joy with no words but instruments.

These songs have been filling me up in ways I could never explain which brings me to my explanation for being so scarce. I forgot what this blog is about. With all the blogs i follow(capital of cool,quirkystylista and quirky anything) i find happiness even if its for a moment because it is things i love,things that make me laugh,things that are me but this blog to me is my journey, our journey. I have been feeling down and out and I thought these feelings and stop weren't for the blog but I have come to realise noone expects for joyful somethings all the time and when I don't share such deserts, I end the journey even though im still travelling. Its okay to be down, its okay to be cold,alone and down beacuse thats when we seek to find direction to leave nowhere

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hahahahahahahahahah.screaming has become a mecca for me, my place of momentarily contentment alongside everyone who continues to give me purpose in my life.

"Im only human, our inadequecies are what make us human, if we were perfect, what else would we strive for." and at that moment of the movie, i was the full me. This line comes with an acceptance or sort of self - forgiveness that we all need in our lives in order to live. For Coloured Girls, tyla perry unexpectedly steals my respect, my love for who he is through his writing and in his understanding of a woman's heart and soul. Do yourself a favour and watch that movie in one way or another, small or big it will bless you.....hahaha My love is too fulfilling and soulfeeding to be thrown back in my face.hahhahahahahaha i'll  remember that the next time a man tries to walk away with my stuff.....

Everyday, I still try to learn this live this new life without my father, everyday, i still learn to love myself and others and everyday i still go in search of whatever awaits me and everyday, I learn to live and i learn to live with myself.

ooooooooohhh la la la lalalala.....

God bless....

I have no idea if this blogpost makes sense...i just had to.... IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

THIS BLOG TO ME IS LIKE SCREAMING OUT LOUD...I LOVE IT...ITS LIBERATING FOR ME...IT IS A PART OF ME.IT IS ME. EVERYTHING ELSE IS A CHERRY ON TOP

Laugh a little...

Dear Koos.

I'm writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't

live where we did when you left home. Your pa read in the newspaper

that almost all accidents happen within 20km of home. So we moved.

...

I can't send you the address, because the last family who lived here

took the house numbers when they moved, so they wouldn't have to

change their addresses.
 

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I don't know

that it works so well though. Last week I put in a load of clothes and

pulled the chain. We haven't seen them since.

 

The weather isn't bad here. It rained only twice last week. The first

time for four days, and the second time for three days.

 

About the coat you wanted me to send you. Your oom Frikkie said it

would be too heavy to send them in the post with the buttons on, so we

cut them off and put them in the pockets.

 

Piet locked his keys in the car yesterday... We were really worried

because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

 

Your sister had a baby this morning but I don't know what it is yet, so

I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle. I was told that it is

almost black. I think she spent too much time in the sun when she was

pregnant, always helping Jonas the farmhand with the mealies.

 

Oom Wessels fell into a whisky vat last week. Some men tried to pull

him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated. It

took five days to put the fire out.

 

Three of your friends went off a bridge in their oupa's bakkie. I always

knew this thing was dangerous. Janneman was driving. He rolled down

the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were on the

back..They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.

 

There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the

normal has happened.

 

Your favorite aunt

 

Hanna

P.S. I was going to enclose R25 but I already sealed the envelope

STOLEN FROM food for thought

This is not my writing but when I read this note I had to share.

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING my peeps