Thursday, July 24, 2008

Rico's Revenge

Now, unless you have been under a rock these past few months, you've heard about whooping Rico...and breaking his neck.
Doesn't ring a bell?
Check it out

Whoop Rico has swept Atlanta as the new dance craze...taking over the Crank Dat movement in a few short months- going from Youtube to the radio, and a video is said to be coming soon.
The dance is said to be created from a fight, they had to deal with a "nigga getting buck, and they just had to beat his we named the dance WHOOP RICO!"
I've always made jokes about how Rico was going to strike back, and well...he finally did.
By talking mess...

Talking more mess...

Then finally rapping with his "patnas", who call themselves "Triple G Ent".

As Rico holds his pants up with one hand, he points at the camera with the other and spits:
"I thought you knew that
Whatever we can do that
Them show stoppa niggas just something we can shoot at
treat em like crew cuts, we chopping at they head
Mac 90 clip long boy, chop em till they dead
They said...that I done lost some rank on these streets
so i hit the block and bang to yo game on yo T
-shirt. Get murked, boy- I'm busting for mine
And when that drum stop beating, man I'm busting the nine Animation niggas want beef
See me, Kane bitch- a third triple g
And if you don't like what I said, please come see me, folk
I wish a mufucka would try whoop rico"
After this diss, the lead goon starts to diss the South Side Mafia...another group of goons who dissed crime mob a while ago

When will people just get along and make money TOGETHER?
Or...when will people who get their ass whooped just SHUT UP??

Peace & Blessings

Monday, July 21, 2008

Lost in an obfuscated haze

Well, guys...when I started this blog, I promised you, as well as myself, that I would dedicate my heart to it. Whenever I wrote something, I promised it would come from my heart, or it wouldn't be posted. Everything I post is straight from my heart...edited in my mind...and shared with you. Lately, I admit, I haven't been giving you ME.
Yeah, I may give you posts- definitely not as much as I used to, but even the posts that I give you are just...not me.
They may be good, I seem to be gaining more feedback than ever (thank you, readers! :-D), but I feel that I haven't been giving you all of me, as I promised I would.
I remember before in the past when I used to give my all whole hearted, and people would complain about how sad the posts seemed to be...
okay...maybe they were sad, but it was ME- at the time. Alot more people appreciated it than those who didn't...and those who didn't can find another website to check out, correct?
The Internet is too large to read a blog that may annoy you. Go play a game or But on a serious note, I haven't shared my feelings in a loooonnngggg time.
Tonight, at 2:10 am, that shall change.
Right now, I shall open my heart...and pour it's contents you.
Some may like it, some may be annoyed- but those that read, relate, and get help from it...that's who I write it for.
I write to change lives...and if 100 people hate this post, but 1 reads it and learns from it, or realizes that he/she's not the only one feeling the way he/she's worth me.
I want the people out there who can admit that they have feelings, and things do bother them to feel me...
Sigh...enough of my never-ending chatter, let me just turn on my internal radiator and start to vent.
I haven't been myself lately... all.
When I used to look at myself, I saw exactly what an Aries was supposed to be:
Direct, brave, daring, active, impulsive, eager, fiery, fun, energetic, and exciting.
That used to be me, even through all of the changes that have occurred in my life- I've went through alot of break downs and build ups, but my core remained the same.
I was Lucius Matthew McCall III, the charismatic attention getter.
But lately it seems as if everything has changed about me- my thoughts, my actions, my words...everything.
It's like I'm not all.
My recent thoughts have been filled with sad, depressing theories and ideas...things that I would have never thought before...
Things bother me that never used to, and instead of letting it slide off and move on with my life as I used to, I let them stick to me, and suck all energy and positivity out of me like a tick...
It seems as if I've centered my life around work and getting money...I go to work early, and leave late- everyday.
My life's pretty boring...I get up, get dressed, go to work, get upset, come home, watch TV, attempt to blog, go to sleep...
The next day- I repeat.
Now don't get me wrong, I may go out once in a while with my brothers, or a female friend to chill, talk, or whatever.
They see me smile, I make them laugh, they see the energy and positivity in my actions and the way I carry myself...but it's all a mask...
Subconsciously, I act myself, or what I would like 'myself' to be, and then when I'm in the shadows I go right back to how I am currently...it5's weird.
I'm not myself lately, and I don't know why.
I wish I did so I could change it.
No matter how many random people tell me I'm "handsome", "like a sculpture", "beautiful", "gorgeous", etc- I still think I'm an 'aight' looking guy...not the best, not the worst, and I think that has alot to do with my thoughts.
But good looks doesn't get you happiness...
As I work and see the couples walk through the aisles, kissing, holding hands, happy, smiling, laughing...I don't get jealous, but I kinda wish I were them...walking though life carefree with a significant other at my side...just laughing, and being in bliss- between her and I.
But I don't have that, and feel I won't for a while.
Besides the fact that I don't think I'm ready for that, I also don't think that any woman I've met up to this day, this hour, this minute, this second is ready for me.
Don't even get me started on the subject.
I don't understand how you can make a woman who's obsessed with "Hollywood" feel like she's "in a movie", yet she still won't act accordingly. She's quick to flip the script and produce a twist that you won't understand for days...if not months. As you sit there in the theatre waiting for more, she's long gone, left the theatre, hopped in her car, and is on her way to...wherever. Gone. Without giving a fuck if you understand what just happened or not.
Excuse the profanity...I don't mean to swear, I just...idk.
I'm tired of my candy rain turning into a bitter hail...what seemed to be so sweet suddenly bitter in my mouth, like the joke gum you may get from the magician shop or something...
There are so many women who aren't my type...and they seem to be the only ones paying me attention.
The ones who I would love to start something with are either not looking for a start, taken, or not giving me a second glance.
I refuse to settle, so I guess I'm going to be single for a long time...
Alot of you may be like- 'so?'
No, I don't believe you need to be in a relationship to be happy, and I despise people that think that way, because they just end up hurting themselves and others, yet I do admit- it does help.
I'm not even looking for a relationship right now, I guess...I mean if it happens, it happens.
What I would love is someone that I have an interest in to hold steady conversations with...
Nothing serious, but I guess to some, that may be serious.
To feel wanted...maybe even loved.
Well, maybe not that far. I love myself, my family loves me, my friends love me...
But there's something about a woman loving you...
I went through a phase where I made myself a discontinued an item taken off of the shelf in a store due to it's low demand. When people don't buy an item no matter how much they drop the price, they make it a discontinued item, and remove it from the shelf.
Alot of people who didn't want the item may not care, but that one person who's been looking for that specific item may be upset that they can't purchase it anymore.
For a while I didn't feel I said okay, you can't feel unwanted if you're unavailable...right?
Stop here if you think I'm Because it doesn't get better.
I told you what to expect.
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting a different result...
I call that persistence. Not insanity.
I call it smart. Not insanity.
I call it want, need...NOT insanity.
For years I've been the nice guy...maybe too nice...willing to take women on horse carriage rides, and out to a gorgeous dinner with money I didn't have...
See, it's not about someone loving me, it's about me caring for someone...I think.
Because when I'm in a relationship, I care for that person...their happiness comes before mine...all the way until the end of the relationship.
I'm always that gentleman who gets walked over because he's not "man enough" to be aggressive...
Alot of people may call me insane...but I refuse to conform to the world.
I refuse to become that asshole that every other guy is just to get the girl...because what if there's one girl who's looking for the opposite?
I know there's someone out there who's looking for me....I know there's alot of people out there who aren't for you- you'll meet them first before you meet the one who IS for you.
So why the hell would I change myself to get the ones who AREN'T for me, and lose the one who IS for me-due to her not recognizing who I was?
I'll remain the me insane.
I used to believe that I wasn't of this world because of the things I naturally did, and the things I thought.
I considered myself an Alien...
Then I just figured I was different...
But lately I've been thinking again that I'm really not from this world, and I'm not supposed to be here...OR, I AM supposed to be here, but my purpose is not being fulfilled.
That's the worst feeling in the world.
I still don't know what school I'm going to next semester because I fucked up last semester worrying about the WRONG shit...ugh.
Some people may say Lucius, stop tripping and count your blessings, name them one by one, count your blessings, see what God has done.I admit, I'm very, very blessed and I thank the Lord for that.
But my life's like a puzzle.
What makes a puzzle?
The missing pieces.
When you're doing a puzzle, you don't worry about the pieces you already have together. You're usually focused on finding the pieces that you DON'T have...trying to find them, no matter how long it takes...because it just DOESN'T MAKE SENSE IF IT ISN'T ALL TOGETHER. Kinda like don't seem to get the whole picture unless you have all of your pieces together...
I apologize to lay this on you...I'm sure you already have enough problems.
It's just like there's this haze in my mind...and I need it to be cleared immediately.


Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style!
the only words I can get out are...
*G.O.O.D. Music!*

Peace & Blessings

Good Drugs, er- I mean music!!!

1. n*e*r*d - love bomb
2. marky - solar system (remix) (feat. raheem devaughn)
3. s-caliber - hey hollywood (feat. nate landers)
4. USDA - quickie
5. christian rich - schemer
6. hollyweerd - weerdo
7. janet jackson - luv
8. timbaland - miscommunication (feat. keri hilson & sebastian)
9. UCB - sexy lady
10. cassius - eye water (feat. skateboard p)
11. raheem devaughn - my soul ain’t for sale
12. club nouveau - why you treat me so bad
13. gym class heroes - viva la white girl (remix feat. lil wayne)
14. esthero feat. mouse the waldorf poster boy - gas’d superheroes, afta-1 remix
15. zapp & roger - computer love (remix) (feat. jay-z & nerv-us)
16. curren$y - she on my mind
17. kenna - say goodbye to love
18. christian rich - my famous girl
19. bilal - hollywood
20. john legend - green light (feat. andre 3 stacks)
21. little brother - starship
22. nexx level band - ladies paradise
23. fat tony - jaded
24. dangerdoom - space ho’s
25. prince - erotic city
Get your Fix HERE!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Diamond Girl...the movie?

I love the song...but what in the world is this?

hmmm...good acting...i guess?
I respect the fact he tried to be different

Peace & Blessings


"I aint a punk b***h- I don't give a f**k!!"-- Pharrell Williams
Go get Seeing Sounds if you haven't!

Peace & Blessings

Charmin Ultraaaaaaa!!

"I don't understand why I've BEEN here, yet it's others you look for...
Guess you on that Charmin Ultra tip...where LESS IS MORE! " --Lucius McCall
Peace & Blessings

Monday, July 14, 2008

A Rooftop Party???

I cannot WAIT until I'm 21.
I've BEEN so tired of going to the club and sweating out my fly outfit, being pushed out of the way by oversized football players who think they're small enough to 'crank dat', walking in the parking lot deaf as hell due to hearing 'This Morning', as well as 'Wassup wit da pussay?!' twelve times in 3 hours- EACH.
So tired of seeing the same the same clothes..doing the same things.
People KNOW the reason to hit the club is to dance, as well as meet people.
Men go to meet women- in most cases.
Women go to meet men- " " " . lol.
But you can't meet a good girl at the club!!!!
They're either giving every male in the club their number, or holding up the wall and giving it to nobody.
I've been tired of seeing people make love in the club- literally.
Which is why I love parties...a lil more chill, but not as crazy as a club that I burn gas driving to, just to end up paying $20 at the door to a douche-bag surrounded by a street team of gorgeous women.
I'm tired of having an okay time, and then hearing chairs getting thrown around, and glasses being broken, then seeing a line of men run out the club- if they're not being escorted by security- yelling out "come get in this shit, shawty!"
I need to elevate... this:

A FREE party on the rooftop...drinks...and gorgeous women...diversity...a MIX of music...
but guess what?
I gotta be 21 to get in.
I'd get a fake, but I'll be there April 3rd...
I guessssss I can wait...
Peace & BLessings

Friday, July 11, 2008

Sigh...what a giver. or a LOSER!

I've been LOSING alot of money this summer...
and it's starting to ruin my plans.
The accident cost me a $500 deductable.
The tires costs me $306
The towing, $105
and lastly, the brakes $326
That God for credit cards- but NOT the need to pay them you know what I could DO with that loot?!
But these things, I couldn't do without a car.
Peace & Blessings (on myself, as well as you!)

My reach...

I went to church with a friend this past Sunday, and I observed my surroundings...
Ever since being in Valdosta, I've come up with this view of the locals here- they're all mutant scum thugs who hate the students...It seems that you're only safe on campus, and once you leave campus, you're risking your happiness.

Take it from me, and my multiple experiences with these locals...

It seems that unless you're on campus, or in church you're in the den of the monsters...
--and they will try to eat you.
But anyway, this post is not to bash the locals- because the locals who attend the surrounding churches seem so different. I feel the positive energy, the love, the embrace...and I love it. It shows that there are some Valdosta natives who won't try to slit your face ear to ear...
But once again, that's not my purpose of this post...
As I was in church, I saw young men who were walking around and speaking to everyone, glowing, and looking so positive. The old ladies hugged them, and pinched their cheeks. They looked like future that were raised right, and were ignorant to the ignorance...
I admired them, and hoped that they would remain on the right track.
It feels good to know that there are alot of young children who're starting off makes me smile when I think about there being a chance of a generation of strong, smart, black men who take care of their responsibilities...something that's rare these days.
I smiled at them.
As church started, a young man- maybe about 10, 11- came and was placed by me, and he seemed to have this angry expression upon his face. Anger and despise poured from his if he hated church and everyone in it.
As soon as the sermon started, he pulled out his phone.
He wasn't interested in the least.
When someone looked back at him, he stared them down, and muttered obscenities under his breath.
My first reaction was to turn my back to him, shun him, and pay attention to what was going on up front.
That instinct dissolved quickly, and I realized that that's what everybody does to these kids. Nobody tried to have patience with them and lend them a helping hand...they just punish them and turn their backs to them, spreading their favoritism to the 'good' kids...the choir kids, the kids getting all As.
I used to be that child...A 'bad john', the kid who was always wild and had to get his way. Always fighting, always disobeying...
People told my mother to throw some pills at me and call it a day.
She didn't...she stayed there at my side and had patience with me, and I thank her for that everyday. When EVERYONE in the world turned their backs to me- including my father, she stayed by my side to support me, and teach me the right thing- even after everyone lost their hope.
I thank her for that. For being there for me, and also passing on that trait of patience. I now refuse to turn my back on any young brothers...because a simple conversation can change his life forever.

"My brother's struggle is my struggle, so I refuse to turn my back and leave
I'm trying to connect with my brothers, not sit on a pedestal and preach
It's sad cuz I can touch em, but it seems I can't reach em
The world's so quick to cuff em, yet so reluctant to teach...ummm...?"-- Lucius McCall (SAGGIN)
Peace & Blessings


Talking to my older brother today, we got on some subjects like our exes and what went wrong... He told me that his ex lost respect for him because he made her his happiness.
He formed her into his only source of happiness...
I truly could relate.
He said he made her his world.
I told him that doing that was normal, and that it should be done. Some women would love that, yet most would take advantage.
Continuing our conversation, I said something that sparked in my mind, and I felt I should share it with you:
"If a woman/man knows you'll stay no matter what she/he does, she/he's gonna do what she/he does- no matter what."
Reality. A person only treats you how you allow them to treat you- nothing past that.
So if you keep letting things slide over and over and over without realizing that the offenses are getting greater...
It's like a bully.
A bully starts with a joke, and sees how you take it.
If you laugh it off, he goes on with a poke.
If you laugh it off, a push.
More laughter, a punch.
And the whole while, you can't tell the difference between a joke and a punch, because before your eyes, that bully has been creeping up the bar and peeping your reaction.
It's called the advantage.
Pretty soon the punches and kicks start to hurt and long after that is when you realize that you're getting hurt, and you think this started suddenly, but in actuality it's been going on for a while. You just didn't catch it at the joke.
Like in a relationship, you didn't catch it at the disrespect that you laughed off because you figured she/he was 'just playing'
Don't let anyone bully your heart.

Peace & Blessings

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The BEST Millie remix yet!! 'OBAMA'

So...are YOU ready for the next president?
I ammmmmmmm!
Props to Milah Be...I needed this. lol

Peace & Blessings

Monday, July 7, 2008

Be Kanye!

I'm definately calling right now. lol...


Does 20 partners make a girl a ho?

TWENTY partners??
10...times 2??
Wow...she was bold for being so honest...either that, or she finds nothing wrong with that.
Do I?
Well, yeah...20 partners at the age of 24? That's almost one guy a year- if she started having sex at the age of one. If we think realistically, she probably started at the age of 14, that would be 11 years of being sexually active, which boils down to 2 guys a year, or more!
Now I don't mean to be judgemental, but I'd like to wait around for maybe 6 months before a woman opens her legs to me...
3 months if our chemistry is REALLY flowing.
there are only 12 months in a year...
You do the math.
Wow...I don't freely throw around the word ho...but shorty obviously needs to slow down. I know I wouldn't be talking to her after that...
What you think?

Peace & Blessings


Saturday, July 5, 2008

What's a GOON to a GENTLEMAN?

I will never understand.
Fellas...take a look at the lovely lady above.
Check the
Take a good look at her. Women, too. Peep her beauty.
Now, after you're done looking (fellas, you can start reading now...take your eyes OFF the, tell me why...WHY a gorgeous (understatement) woman like that would want to be with...with...

You don't know? I don't know either. How do I know she'd prefer a goon?
Well, in a recent interview with KING magazine, a famous men's mag, she states the following:

So you want a man who’s both honest and thug?
An authentic gangsta—that deletes about half the rap game off your list. I love guys who are street. I won’t even give soft guys a chance. Menace II Society is my shit! Caine was like my first crush. Actually, O-Dog was my true dream guy. I was in love with him, from that opening scene where he pops the convenience-store worker. He had me from that gunshot [laughs]. He was ’hood, and I loved that.

So dudes without rap sheets need not apply?
I can tell immediately how lame you are. For me, too soft is, after I give you my number, you call every day. “I want to take you to dinner. You’re the future!” Dude, you don’t even know me. You’ve known me for two weeks and you love me? I don’t get that. That kind of rush job might freak me out at 21. I’m not ready for marriage!

Hollon! *Jamaican accent*
So if I call a lady I'm interested in everyday, I'm considered lame? I usually do that because I want to talk to you...I wasn't aware that this was a crime. I wasn't aware that I should just ask you for your number to have it in my take up space.
If I want to take you to dinner, I'm a dude looking for marriage? It couldn't be that I want to get to know you on a more personal level, and treat you at the same time...right?
Don't get me wrong, I know ALL women don't think like this- every woman out here doesn't have the mentality of Lauren London. But the scary thing is, ALOT do.
Every where I turn around, I see it. In the club, at parties, at work, on the block...

Women seem to gravitate towards the bad boy, while the nice guy sits on the sideline waiting patiently for some play.
What makes it even worse is- the world just eggs it on! From movies, to books, to manuals!
What theeee f*******k??

I was speaking to an ex of mine the other day, and we had a nice, long convo- about her and her man dilemmas. She said that she wanted to settle down, he didn't want a girlfriend. She's still a virgin- holding it until marriage, and he goes out and has sex with multiple women. She doesn't drink, he drinks all the time. She doesn't- and would never smoke, and he smokes weed all the time. After telling me all of this, I'm expecting to hear her say that she's going to move on, but she has the nerve to tell me that she's in love with him.
I threw my hands in the air and thought 'So THIS is why we broke up! Because you want a Bad Jon!'
I couldn't understand it then, and I won't understand it now- unless it's explained to me- BY A WOMAN.
I've noticed that women like a chase...because the women I'm not interested in seem to never let go, no matter how many hints I give, or pictures I paint- yet the one I'm interested in seems to forever be on the run. I can never get her, but the ones I don't want are sitting outside...patiently waiting...for nothing.
How many times do I have to hear "he's cute, he's sweet, he's the perfect gentlemen...he's just not for me."
How many times do I have to hear a woman complain about these "bad men", talk about how she's looking for Prince Charming, then see her pursue the complete opposite?
How many times do I have to see women melt under the glare of a complete asshole?
I admit, I went through a phase before I manned up. I was that asshole. I was that douche-bag. And I had women.
Now that I try to be Prince Charming, I sit at home alone watching America's Most Daring Police Chases.
Go can either laugh, or shake your head in pity.
I remember after a girl slipped her number in my phone, I texted her that night to
1. make sure she got home safely
2. give her my number
After that night, I never heard from her again.
But I'm almost positive that if I called her 3 days later, we would be dating!
I asked a female friend on advice about women, she told me to act like I don't want them.
What the hell??
I thought it was supposed to be the opposite?
I just want to ask the women, and maybe some men that may know the powerful secret, what is it about this bad boy persona that attracts you like a moth to alight?
You go, and get stung, bounce away, then flutter back to get stung again.
What do women want?
What's a goon to a gentleman?
Peace & Blessings

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Work it!

What a douche-bag picture!
Don't you think?
My best friend and I used to make fun of people who took pictures like this and put them all over their internet profiles...
It made me laugh.
I felt they were extremely sonceited and full of themselves...
At least I thought it was lame.
BUT- hear me out!
I've started working out, and I want to see if there is a difference between now, and then!
Before, and After.
A skinny scrawny boy, to a solid, cut man.
I want my readers to hold me accountable for getting and keeping my body where it needs to be, because as I said it's YOU who keeps me writing, so I'm sure YOU can keep my working out...
Don't get me wrong, I have will power, but it seems I always find something better to
I'll be loading an updated photo at the end of the summer...and I want you to tell me if there's a change.
I write from my heart on my blog, and this was resting on top of it today...
don't judge me

Peace & Blessings

More Pleasure...mmmm

More from the King author of black literature, pieces from his latest, Pleasure.

Too bad people didn't fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad these emotions sisn't move simultaneously. But each act of madness moved at its own pace, one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. It wasn't like tandem skydiving, where you were connected as you fell, where you were forced to fall at the same rate and use the same parachute. Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.

I had to think like a man; fuck, then release. Like they were Fucker-men. Sexual fisherman, casting theri bait, relling in women for zipless fucks, engaging in orgasm and immediate release. day.
One day...

Peace & Blessings

Tuesday, July 1, 2008


Much easier said than done, yo.
Peace & Blessings