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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1506642765721237690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1506642765721237690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1506642765721237690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-gone-for-good.html' title='I&apos;m gone for good'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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was tough and they have some pretty witty punchlines i think they could be a problem down the road but time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6076128140063799822?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6076128140063799822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6076128140063799822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6076128140063799822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6076128140063799822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/10/these-cats-it-kinda-tough.html' title='These cats it kinda tough'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3280530081528218071</id><published>2010-09-28T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:23:47.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The street is shut down</title><content type='html'>well i'm done with this blog i hardly have anytime to vent anymore now that i have an apartment. Now i'm still on the hunt for a job. but i did make a tumblr though so if you really care to see what i'm talking about just look me up on there. It's still under construction but i will be on their real soon to drop some knowledge like i usually do. i'm pretty lost on their right now but i will slowly get the hang of it once i get enough free time. http://wordontheblock.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3280530081528218071?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3280530081528218071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3280530081528218071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3280530081528218071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3280530081528218071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/09/street-is-shut-down.html' title='The street is shut down'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5011518045364937354</id><published>2010-09-15T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:13:49.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Kill That Noise</title><content type='html'>I have no clue where people get this mind state that they have so much money. Honestly if you have that much why would you expose your wealth over a social networking site? These are the same idiots that be complaining about how people are hating on them and trying to rob em. I have no remorse for idiots who do this time of stuff. Stunting does nothing more but get you into shit. Another thing that irritates me about people that claim to have so much money, why don't try to share that wealth with people that really need it. Yeah sure it's alot of niggas out here getting money but it's also alot of niggas out here struggling. That the problem with black people ya'll quick to brag about what you have but slow to help out others. But don't worry about it it's cool to be greedy because, over time you'll eventually start running out of money and start scrambling to keep your head above water. Even when i go to taco bell or whatever fast food restaurant and they have a little donation box or something i always throw a little something in there. Now no i don't do it all the time but a majority of the time if i have some money left over i'll even put something in the tip jar. I do it out of the kindness of my heart. I hope someone finds this post to be informative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5011518045364937354?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5011518045364937354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5011518045364937354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5011518045364937354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5011518045364937354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-kill-that-noise.html' title='Man Kill That Noise'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1207791190642699380</id><published>2010-09-07T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:34:55.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Man i've been neglecting this blog for a while but since i'm actually free i'ma spit some shit thats been on my mind for a while now. As of right now i'm staying with some great friends of mine in their apartment since my school decided to not give me housing this year. I'm still currently looking for an apartment out here in baltimore. I have a room mate in mind but right now for what ever reason she's decided to not return my phone calls. My friends say that i can stay with them for as long as i want but i still want my own place just because, everyone needs their space it's only human. Other than my current housing situation i've been in a pretty alright mood. Schools going all right so far i really can't complain. Hopefully my friend comes through with this apartment but i have a good feeling that she won't come through so tomorrow i plan on looking up some apartments tomorrow for myself cause i don't have time for bullshit man. Looks like i'll have to find me a job while i'm up here to cause i know my dad won't pay for my apartment by his self. I tell you man life right now is difficult but i'm not going to bitch and moan cause that wont' solve a thing. For the few friends that read this blog if you haven't heard from me lately it's cause i'm busy trying to get myself situated out here i'm not neglecting you guys even though i only hear from a handful of you guys. So just keep me in your prayers and hope the best for me right since that's all you guys can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1207791190642699380?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1207791190642699380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1207791190642699380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1207791190642699380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1207791190642699380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6758500295022755419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6758500295022755419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell-of-callabo.html' title='Hell of a callabo'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8731951920315422520</id><published>2010-08-21T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:06:48.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>04 olympics</title><content type='html'>size 11 but these run small so if you rock a 10.5 then they'll fit. $140 shipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=GEDC1432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/GEDC1432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=GEDC1431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/GEDC1431.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=GEDC1430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/GEDC1430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=GEDC1429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/GEDC1429.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8731951920315422520?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8731951920315422520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8731951920315422520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8731951920315422520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8731951920315422520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/04-olympics.html' title='04 olympics'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6973816644624327140</id><published>2010-08-20T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:45:33.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J.Nolan</title><content type='html'>This kid is pretty tough in my opinion he not on that generic party club bullshit. If your not into conscious rap with some smoove beats then this mixtape ain't for u, just stick to your commercial rap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="300" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/album=3257800165/size=grande/bgcol=72ff38/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#72ff38" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/album=3257800165/size=grande/bgcol=72ff38/linkcol=4285BB/" width="300" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#72ff38 &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://jnolaniscool.bandcamp.com/album/broken-dreams"&gt;Golden (prod. oriJanus) by J.Nolan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6973816644624327140?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6973816644624327140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6973816644624327140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6973816644624327140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6973816644624327140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/jnolan.html' title='J.Nolan'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-255670152922841641</id><published>2010-08-15T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:17:30.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma chill</title><content type='html'>with all these videos i've been posting lately and go back to some more writing. Lately i've been exploring the waters in a different music genre. I'm now a fan of electronic and acid jazz music. It's like neo soul and hip hop sped up. I think you have to be opened minded to like though. That new M.I.A  album was pretty dope to me i thought it was tough. Almost better then Kala. Also i found this artist the other day by the name of gaelle. Her voice is simply amazing to me she only had one album that she dropped back in 2004 called transient. I suggest ya'll check the joint out. I'm also fan of soul music now as well. i found too many new artist out there that are amazingly talented. It's riveting how music plays such a major role in our lives. One song can change someone's whole perspective on life. Well i'm not going to put all the new artist i found out there yet but i will drop one more good group called Quadron. I believe their from denmark. They have an album called Quadron and i highly suggest you guys check it out because the vocals are marvelous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-255670152922841641?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/255670152922841641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=255670152922841641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/255670152922841641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/255670152922841641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/ima-chill.html' title='I&apos;ma chill'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-308456969180299717</id><published>2010-08-13T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:16:20.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This nigga did it again</title><content type='html'>yea i know i been posting alot of videos lately but i had to post this one. i think i'ma have to make a response to this one though cuz i been had lacoste literally lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9h5hJdqFeQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9h5hJdqFeQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-308456969180299717?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/308456969180299717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=308456969180299717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/308456969180299717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/308456969180299717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-nigga-did-it-again.html' title='This nigga did it again'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5197651933992545445</id><published>2010-08-09T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:38:41.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13986529&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13986529&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13986529"&gt;Wale | Mixtape Release @ Commonwealth, DC | More About Nothing&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/abbvideo"&gt;ABB VIDEO&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you watch close enough you'll see a cameo of me in this video. I'm sure by now you all have downloaded wale's latest mixtape so there is no need for me to go into detail about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5197651933992545445?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5197651933992545445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5197651933992545445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5197651933992545445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5197651933992545445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5756051034447184745</id><published>2010-08-06T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:22:48.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My man pimp c</title><content type='html'>ight well of course i'm late with this interview but man he said some real shit, i think this is the reason why he was killed because i hight doubt he overdosed on prescription drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-4wR-otJc4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-4wR-otJc4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjbO04IqzEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjbO04IqzEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5756051034447184745?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5756051034447184745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5756051034447184745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5756051034447184745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5756051034447184745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-man-pimp-c.html' title='My man pimp c'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1408819122292000256</id><published>2010-08-02T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:47:14.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddie Gibbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fakeshoredrive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Freddie-Gibbs-str8killa_front_hires-540x540-e1279812117834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.fakeshoredrive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Freddie-Gibbs-str8killa_front_hires-540x540-e1279812117834.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nigga is pretty tough he got a pretty good flow with a combination of raw lyricism. You should definitely download this tape and check out his album that actually drops tomorrow. If you like LA the Darkman then you'll fuck with him. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.xxlmag.com/downloads/FG_Str8KillaNoFilla.zip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1408819122292000256?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1408819122292000256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1408819122292000256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1408819122292000256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1408819122292000256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/08/freddie-gibbs.html' title='Freddie Gibbs'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2780505323669175739</id><published>2010-07-25T14:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:14:52.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekken V.s. Street Fighter</title><content type='html'>i have no word of a release date yet but all i know is when it drops i'm definitely copping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="265" id="viddler"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/simple_on_site/81c5e480" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="fake=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/simple_on_site/81c5e480" width="437" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="fake=1" name="viddler" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some game play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvvgcHBxl5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvvgcHBxl5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2780505323669175739?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2780505323669175739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2780505323669175739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2780505323669175739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2780505323669175739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/tekken-vs-street-fighter.html' title='Tekken V.s. Street Fighter'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2583171251116528280</id><published>2010-07-21T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:25:10.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=DXC10WashingtonNewFrnttif50RGB_8_CM.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/DXC10WashingtonNewFrnttif50RGB_8_CM.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2583171251116528280?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2583171251116528280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2583171251116528280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2583171251116528280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2583171251116528280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-there-will-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be there will you?'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7128909153936617269</id><published>2010-07-20T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:49:35.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially Conditioned</title><content type='html'>It's sad to see how the mass media has conditioned us into thinking that money and materialistic objects are the way of life. I won't even lie i'm conditioned and brain washed too to an extent. For example my high infatuation for shoes. I'm pressed over shoes that only cost a few cent to make and yet pay hundreds of dollars for them. I know i'm getting hustled but it's almost impossible to stop. But some people are conditioned worse than others. I cannot elaborate on how many of my acquaintances and few friends feel the need to acquire money and fame like it's a drug. Now i fully understand how you have to pay bill and expenses but man some people take it to the next level. Now before some of my readers get subliminal thoughts i'm not gearing any of this towards no group or individual i'm just retelling what i see day by day. So if you wish acquire money, fame, women or whatever your vice is just simply sell your soul to the many different evils out there. You could easily establish your self in the drug game. I'm not talking about some petty weed i mean pushing pills, cocaine etc. That way you can acquire as much money as you guess desire. The sad thing is some of you are probably considering on attempting this but too scared due to the consequences. But hey look at it this way you'll be famous like rayful edmonds or frank lucas. Or another way to get famous quick just make a sex tape. Every person that has made a sex tape got some type of spin off show or at least showed up on a talk show on t.v. but remember you'll be ridiculed for it by friend and family but hey what do you care for you'll will get the money and fame that you desire. besides you can buy friends and family with your money. Of course this is all sarcasm talking but i'm doing this to prove my point. Feining for money and fame is nothing than another drug that will eventually eat away at your soul and mind. Very rarely will people contain the fame and money and not get cocky. I believe that if you have your health and sanity then your already rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7128909153936617269?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7128909153936617269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7128909153936617269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7128909153936617269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7128909153936617269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/socially-conditioned.html' title='Socially Conditioned'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1895703453099166281</id><published>2010-07-19T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:27:02.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never</title><content type='html'>See get star struck over anyone that walks this earth. My reason for bringing this up is because i went to a cmonwealth the other night (it's a clothing store out in d.c. for those who don't know) to help on of my friends shoot some film for a documentary. Curren$y was there there for a meet and greet before his show at club 24. Ight i've been following curren$ys music since '08 (check the old post if you don't believe me) and i'm glad to see he's finally getting some pub. But man some of his new found fans are a bunch of dickriders. I tried to get in the store just to get like an overview of the people and the atmosphere, and this drunk bastard wouldn't let me in cuz the store was over capacity. So i waited til a few people walked out to try to get in. So the nigga still wouldn't let me in so i said fuck it dude gotta come out eventually. So i sat outside with some people i knew along with this dumb braud that was just running her mouth and hittin this stinkin ass j. Finally curren$y steps out of the store to get some ice cream i guess and outta no where people start pushin me and shit takin more photos or whatever for their blogs, which was fine until one of the people i knew pushed me out the way to get more pic's note he already had some good shots. But i guess some people just get star struck like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1895703453099166281?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1895703453099166281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1895703453099166281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1895703453099166281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1895703453099166281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-will-never.html' title='You will never'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5690866308943693888</id><published>2010-07-15T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:59:41.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>I believe one of the most pathetic things a person can do is get into a relationship and push their friends or even family away. I know a bundle of friends that have gotten missing ever sense they got into a relationship. I'm not being jealous in any way shape or form i'm being real. I think thats some bitch shit in my eyes. I understand that your trying to get your relationship to work and everything but when you cut the rest of the world off that makes you look like your afraid that your other half will leave you if your not with them every moment of your life. If thats the case then you two should not be together. Why are people so scared to be alone these days??? I'm not going to front i used to be that way back in my freshmen and sophomore year of high school but i came to a realization. For one your probably not going to marry the person your involved with right now. For a second supporting point what about if you two decide to split up for whatever reason, who will you have to hold you down when you need a shoulder to cry on or when you just want to get out and chilled night? i honestly doubt that the same people will still be there after the smoke clears and if they are then their a damn fool. I mean sure their not going to fully ignore you but the friendship will be damaged. So all i'm saying is if your in a relationship or will be in one in the near future do not shun your loved ones off because you never know when you'll need em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5690866308943693888?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5690866308943693888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5690866308943693888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5690866308943693888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5690866308943693888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5985209420400564024</id><published>2010-07-12T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:58:24.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>well atlanta was pretty fun for the most part. i think i could have had way more fun than i did but hey nothing never goes according to plan these days, at least not for me. But for the most part i saw most of my family and honestly thats all that really matters at the end of the day. i learned alot while i was down there at least street wise. This sounds random but this security guard down there telling me alot about the streets and how to handle business. Now i know some of ya'll are thinking man get real a security though. but i mean some of the stuff he said made since and even if he was stretching the truth about a few things it was one entertaining story. I also found out that i have more relatives down there that i didn't even know existed. sadly i didn't get a chance to meet them but i'ma mos def try to get in touch with them when i get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5985209420400564024?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5985209420400564024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5985209420400564024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5985209420400564024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5985209420400564024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4493019149457879331</id><published>2010-07-06T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:40:55.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>well im currently on vacation in atlanta. i know ya'll prolly thinkin im down here losing countless brain cells and partying til i pass out. im far from doing any of that although i would like to. i'll go into  more detail once this visit is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4493019149457879331?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4493019149457879331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4493019149457879331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4493019149457879331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4493019149457879331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4986493909223499776</id><published>2010-06-28T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:20:55.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should i feel bad???</title><content type='html'>alight now i know some of ya'll are probably thinking i sound like a little kid for this but fuck it. I feel like in these past few months my dad he pretty much stop being a dad. I mean yeah he does help me out financially when i really need it but everyone knows it's more to father hood than slipping some money here and there. I'm starting to feel alienated around my own father. The last time me and him hung out was months ago. I can't even get this man to watch t.v. with me anymore. Yesterday i told him about the new entourage season starting up and he said he heard his co-workers talk about the show. Since i have all the entourage seasons on DVD i asked if he wanted to catch up with the show, he said he didn't care to watch em. So he got in from work today and i decided to ask him again then he proclaimed he was tired from work. I honestly don't understand why i have to pull teeth to hang out with my own father??? I have tried talking to this nigga about this situation but he hardly ever listens to a word i say. My father tries to act like he doesn't ignore me but he does habitually. I'm honestly tired of trying. I tell you one of the worst feelings in the world is feeling alienated by your own fam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4986493909223499776?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4986493909223499776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4986493909223499776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4986493909223499776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4986493909223499776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/should-i-feel-bad.html' title='Should i feel bad???'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1398540772199925859</id><published>2010-06-27T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:38:04.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What Grinds My Gears</title><content type='html'>People that always worry about what the next persons doing. Every time i hang out with a certain group of people it's always this one nigga that likes try to get on my case about what i'm doing wrong with my life i guess. So last night i told him some words of wisdom. For one i believe cuz is mad with himself. I mean thats the only logical reason why someone would criticize someone else's life is because their unhappy with their own. Now it's bad enough that your situation isn't what you expected but it's even worse that you attempt to bring someone else down just because your life is fucked up. I guess at the end of the day some people are just selfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1398540772199925859?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1398540772199925859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1398540772199925859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1398540772199925859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1398540772199925859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-what-grinds-my-gears.html' title='You Know What Grinds My Gears'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1476112556515710473</id><published>2010-06-20T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:23:29.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>the other day i decided to return some clothes to an old friend that i had for a long while. This is the same friend that i was highly upset with recently. So i went over there and we had one of those in depth conversation on life and other various things,you know typical nigga shit. Randomly he made a statement that stuck out to me. he said he heard some quote from colt mccoy (if you don't know who he is google him) and he said he lives life without expectations. After thinking about that quote i decided to start living by it. Cuz when you live without expectations it's pretty difficult to get disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1476112556515710473?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1476112556515710473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1476112556515710473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1476112556515710473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1476112556515710473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4833296034854149103</id><published>2010-06-17T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:42:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ithink</title><content type='html'>now i doubt i'm accurate but i think i may have an idea on why females beef with each other especially with their friends. I'm guessing females don't like having competition with another female. Real life scenario some youngins i know were close friends at one point. I must say it was kinda irritating to me to see them hang with each other cuz it was like looking at clones. Then suddenly their no longer friends. I eventually talked to both of them about the situation and as usual they both aired out each others dirty laundry which i could honestly careless about. Besides everything comes to the light on facebook anyway. Another real life scenario that applies to this idea is this whole issue with lil kim and nicki minaj. It's obvious who influenced who but i guess since minaj never payed homage to kim it sparked a discrepancy  between the two. It's not really about competition with these to but you guys get what i'm saying.Now this theory of mines could be completely wrong or right, i honestly don't care cuz i don't think there is a way to understand a female unless you are one. Same way with a male. All the opposite sex can do is hypothesis on what they see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4833296034854149103?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4833296034854149103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4833296034854149103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4833296034854149103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4833296034854149103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/ithink.html' title='ithink'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-240635027339693457</id><published>2010-06-13T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:23:34.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving the white flag</title><content type='html'>This has been one of the toughest months i've had in a while. I'm officially saying fuck the job force. I'm tired of applying for jobs that i know i'm not going to get. Also big shout out to my dad who is trying to force me to find a summer job when he could have got me a internship at his job. But like the genius that he is decided to wait til june to find out instead of asking around in april like most parents did for their college kids. I guess my dad believes that his job as a parent is coming to an end which is wrong. So since it's mid june i doubt anyone is hiring at this point of the year. Every summer i man big plans for myself to basically shop,hit up a beach and catch a flight to a major city in the country but every summer it's the same shit. Sitting around the house trying to find a way to make money or find a job. Then all i end up doing is wasting a whole summer never getting a chance to do what i want then school starts right back up. I know some of you are thinking "why don't you something instead of complaining about it". But at some point some of these things i are just out of my control. People always say that good things come to those who wait but damn man this shit is starting to get to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-240635027339693457?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/240635027339693457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=240635027339693457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/240635027339693457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/240635027339693457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/waving-white-flag.html' title='Waving the white flag'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8401848423588923509</id><published>2010-06-11T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T02:16:30.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well damn</title><content type='html'>Man have you ever had a friend that you made a few years down the road and then one day for some odd reason they just completely stop talking to you??? I'ma tell a story about a girl that i met way back in my sophomore year of high school. So it all started at lunch one day and i saw this beautiful young freshmen. I checked her out day by day then i eventually told a mutual friend to put me on with her. He told her that i was feeling her and she said that i was ugly. At the time i was highly upset but looking back on it, it's kinda funny that she said that. Then to add humor to that situation she tried to lie when i confronted her about it. I knew my boy didn't lie to me cuz he really didn't have a purpose to lie. So a few weeks go by and finally we start talking and we eventually developed a friendship. A year goes by and she ended up moving. Yet some how me and her kept touch with each other. I still had strong feelings for her. I'm confident that she knew but she played it cool i guess. Me and her used to talk on the phone for countless hours. I mean we used to start talking to each other at 8 at night til like 5 in the morning. We lost touch for a few months and then a few months down the road we started back up like we never stopped talking. Eventually i started to fall for her all over again and we hung out a few times at my house,nothing intimate happened which was still good to me i just being her presence was good enough for me. Finally senior rolls around for me and out of no where she moves back around my area. We were still cool and i asked her to my prom. She agreed which was surprising to me. I went around school and told a few close friends that she was my date and they were just as surprised as i was that she said yes. Then a few days later she leaves me this long  story on myspace telling why she couldn't go to prom with me. To be honest i wasn't shocked at all i actually expected it to happen just because, she's gave me lame excuses in the past. Now lets just fast forward to this year to whats up with her so far. So she told me that she was going to go into the air force which is great to me as long as she does something with herself. I'm not going to lie though i was somewhat blown cuz i wouldn't see her around anymore. One weekend i came home from school and took her out for her bday and got a lil bite to eat. I payed for all of it and i really didn't mind at all because it was honestly from the heart. Then a few months down the road she would send me the good morning text and etc. Then a little before i got out of school this semester i ended up getting into a feud with a mutual friend of ours and i spoke with her about him. Long story short i guess she became an informant and told him what i said about him which was nothing serious. I was in awe when i found out that she ran her mouth behind my back. But ultimately i was mad at myself for giving him her number again. So now as for today i see her at the mall which she works at and she acts odd around me like she's amazed to see but yet she's nonchalant towards me. I went to the mall the other day with a random female friend and small world they know each other which is no problem to me. but when i attempted to start a convo with my old friend she was being short with me. So i told her to text me so we could catch up, plus i deleted her number. We had a slight convo but she stop texting me back so i'm going to delete her number again and erase the memory as if i never met her. I refuse to run behind anyone to be my friend. Yeah i will feel some remorse but time heals and i'll replace her with another female friend that i'll meet along the road of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8401848423588923509?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8401848423588923509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8401848423588923509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8401848423588923509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8401848423588923509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-damn.html' title='Well damn'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5685268640143008986</id><published>2010-06-01T01:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:28:34.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 18 to 25 theory</title><content type='html'>so i've had alot of idle time lately which is bad. but i'll save that complaint for later. During this idle time i developed a theory that has pretty much almost a known fact depending on the individual. So i figured that most women ages 18 to 25 really don't know what the hell they want to do with themselves and want men to figure out what they want when in all actuality they don't have a damn clue themselves. Basically their still trying to find themselves. And during this road of looking for self they do some pretty dumb ass things. For example run behind guys that do idiotic things such as treat em like shit or seem like they have nothing going for themselves. In some case some women get pregnant for these low life men and then try to blame society  for their poor judgement in men when the fact of the matter is that they were just hot in the pants for dude and got pregnant in the process. SMH at women who try point the finger at everyone except for the one person that matters in the equation which is themselves. Then finally overtime eventually the women will come to their sense and start trying to run behind men known as the nice guys that have something going for themselves and treat women with royalty like they should be. I hope this theory doesn't come off as if i'm trying to down talk women i'm just giving a brief synopsis of a endless cycle that has gone on since lord knows when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5685268640143008986?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5685268640143008986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5685268640143008986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5685268640143008986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5685268640143008986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/06/18-to-25-theory.html' title='The 18 to 25 theory'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3393924628286889433</id><published>2010-05-25T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:12:23.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I have weathered the storm. The past few weeks have been rugged for me man. First my grades have went up since last semester. I worked harder than a turtle trying to cross the street in the rain. As far as a summer job goes thats still in the air. Although i did just recently get an e-mail saying that i may get a clerk position at a local air force base. Hard work really does pay off. No matter what you may go through in life just remember to keep you faith in god  keep your head up. Even though it's hard just keep on pushing and overtime it'll pay off. It may not happen as fast as you want it to but believe me it'll be worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3393924628286889433?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3393924628286889433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3393924628286889433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3393924628286889433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3393924628286889433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6551536373144121774</id><published>2010-05-23T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:52:02.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a sob story but the story of my life</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i'm even talking about this but i just need to vent for a moment. Life really is a trip man. Lately i've been doing a retro spec of my life. And man to think about some of the stuff i've over came man i feel like i still haven't gone done much with myself. I went on a date the other day with a female friend and we had a deep conversation about relatives. As i was talking to her about my siblings i just felt a sudden sadness inside me. I talked about how most of my siblings are non existent and haven't really been around. My oldest brother to me really hasn't been a factor in my life sense i can remember. I thought back when i was 5 years old and my parents went out to eat or something of that nature and they told my oldest brother to watch me. So they leave and my brother stays for a good 10 minutes then he asked me if i wanted to stay at a family friends house. I said no because i wanted to stay home. So he decided to leave me at home by myself to hang out with his friends. I really didn't pay it any mind because, i just wanted to play with my toys any way which kept me company. Eventually my parents got home and were enraged with my brother when i told them that they left me by myself. Then i remembered another time my brother abandoned me when i was young. I think he wanted to go to kings dominion with some friends i was 5 or 6 at the time i believe. Anyways he was suppose to watch me that day again because,both my parents were at work.(i think it was during the summertime) Sense he's lazy he decided to drop me off at one of our neighbors house and their son watched me for the whole day. Again after my parents got home they were  furious with my brother. Now lets fast forward to about 7 years later. My brother got out of jail for the first time and came home. I remember visiting him in jail and he sold me a dream on how he was going to take me shopping and we were going to hang out and etc. When he was released from prison he didn't do any of the things he promised. He was absent which didn't bother me much because, he was locked up for a while. So during this same year i got extremely sick and had meningitis which required me to stay in the hospital for a while. So while i was in the hospital i was super high on morphine  because i was in so much pain. While i was laying on the hospital bed day by day i repetitively asked for my brother and my mother told me that he proclaimed that he didn't want to see me sick. But me and my mom knew otherwise. He just wanted to hang out with his friends as usual. I really didn't take it to heart too much. So about 2 years later he got locked up again and still is til this very day. I could honestly care less though. He writes and calls me every now and then but all he does is just ask for me to send him money or just ask about his friends. He ask about his son sometimes but other than that he rarely talks about anything worth while. I think thats enough for now i'll talk more about my siblings in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6551536373144121774?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6551536373144121774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6551536373144121774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6551536373144121774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6551536373144121774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-sob-story-but-story-of-my-life.html' title='Not a sob story but the story of my life'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7450417157743892775</id><published>2010-05-21T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:10:21.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Time surely does fly. It's still unreal to me that i've without my mom for a whole year. I still remember the last time i spoke with her. I was in my room crankin some Al B. Sure, and we were holding a convo about her outfit she was wearing. She had a yellow blouse with some capri's on and these yellow sandal looking shoes. I thought the outfit looked nice on her. She told me that she was gonna go hang out with some friends. So she left and 10 minutes went by and my dad told me to go give her her purse because, she left it in the house. So i ran outside to give it to her and we held another brief convo about a friend of the family i was kinda irritated but i honestly can't remember why. So she left off but before she left she said our little love you saying she said, "love you" i say "love you to" she says "very very" and i say "much". And those were the last words we had with each other. I'm happy that we both ended our time together on a good note. Then that next morning thats when me and my dad got the bad news. We all know that our parents won't live forever but you never want them to leave you so soon. I'm not really depressed or anything but i do have my moments here and there still. I'll never get over the loss of my mom. I think the hardest part about losing her is that i have to go the rest of my life without her. Not a day goes by where i don't think about her. But i see her in my dreams so often that they feel real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7450417157743892775?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7450417157743892775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7450417157743892775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7450417157743892775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7450417157743892775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4916808074765366287</id><published>2010-05-15T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:55:28.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank The Heavens</title><content type='html'>I'm on the home stretch for school. man what a semester i had. i never wrote a 7 page paper in my life until this semester which is why i've been on hiatus for a minute. But man wednesday can't come soon enough. I have never been so ready to work in my life. All i want to do is fix my car up and cop as many shoes and clothes as possible this summer. On a side note i would like to also find a female friend. Not a wifey cuz i don't plan on getting married no time soon but a female that can be my friend before we can start a relationship. I strongly believe if your significant other is your best friend then your relationship will be way easier for you to manage. Also this summer i plan on making a trip to NYC finally. Even if i get a weekend up there i'll be fine with that. I'll also be going back to atlanta for at least a week this summer to see some family. Hopefully next summer i can find a way out to Cali. But i think if i go out there then i may not come back to maryland. Seems like cali got everything even a sonic and a jack in the box.(don't ask why i just want to eat @ those restaurants) Well i would like to talk about some more stuff but i barley have anytime cuz i have another 5 page paper to write by monday and i got a final to study for on monday so the next time i post i'll probably be out of this hell hole, so until then.&lt;br /&gt;-Amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4916808074765366287?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4916808074765366287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4916808074765366287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4916808074765366287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4916808074765366287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-heavens.html' title='Thank The Heavens'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5858297415390070772</id><published>2010-05-04T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:18:48.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed is a sad sight</title><content type='html'>I don't understand peoples ambition these days. Me personally i don't condone to drug dealing. The only time i feel like it's just is if you do it to provide for your family. But overtime you gotta find another legal way to provide for your family. Just like if your kids are hungry and you have no money to feed em. Your gonna do whatever it takes to fed them even if it means stealing a loaf of bread from the grocery store. Now i just recently found out that a kid i used to go to school with decided to start selling. Now the thing that angers me about that is that this nigga already has a job. He has no kids, still lives with his family and doesn't pay a single bill. Now after those underlying factors my first question is what is your purpose of selling??? The only thing that comes to mind for me is that your greedy. Which is a sad thing to see. Your basically putting life and freedom at risk for what a new pair of shoes or some new clothes??? That not worth getting locked up or killed for. Materialistic bullshit that won't matter when your in a cell or in the ground cause once that happens what are you going to have to show for it??? People are so senseless with no morals. It hurts me to see people throw their lives away when their fully capable to do what ever. Then this is the same type of person that'll be complaining about why he can't get a job after serving 10 years in jail on a drug charges. People need to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5858297415390070772?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5858297415390070772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5858297415390070772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5858297415390070772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5858297415390070772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/05/greed-is-sad-sight.html' title='Greed is a sad sight'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4068831211158936387</id><published>2010-04-30T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:55:44.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Strongly Dislike Main Stream Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>Well i'm just sitting in my dorm analyzing some music and doing a little research, and i finally came to a conclusion on why i dislike most mainstream artist. Most big name artist these days don't talk about shit. Other than shit that's already been said. All that bullshit about killing each other and driving cars that i will probably never be able to afford really isn't my type of party anymore. Now before i sound like i'm contradicting myself i'll say when i'm in a certain mood like pissed off or something then yea i'll blast some ignorant music but the point i'm trying to get across is that i dislike artist that try to personify that lyricism as their overall image. Note most the artist that do this bullshit are sell outs that do it just to make a profit off of it. I've also noticed what some of this music has done to some of my fellow "peers" at least the ones that i used to affiliate with. Watching those bullshit music videos(by the way if you still sit in the house and watch music videos all day get out your room and go do something productive with yourself, no disrespect to anyone reading this LOL)with all those rented or lease cars and video vixens corrupts peoples mind. Reluctantly i don't buy into that materialistic bullshit cause when you die you have nothing to show for it. You can't take a tax write off to heaven or where ever you believe in going after you pass. Now i no some of you are thinking is this the same kid that almost killed his self in a snow storm for a pair of shoes??? Lol yes to an extent i'll admit i'm guilty of wanting material items but man thats human nature. When i say to an extent i'm materialistic i mean as you know if i have the money or have a way to come up with the money then i'll purchase whatever i want. Now i'm not the type of nigga that will beg and plead with people and be like "aye man let me hold $100 so i can cop these jordans." I would never be that pressed for anything because i feel that if i can't purchase it at that time then in due time hopefully i'll be to purchase it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4068831211158936387?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4068831211158936387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4068831211158936387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4068831211158936387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4068831211158936387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-strongly-dislike-main-stream-hip-hop.html' title='I Strongly Dislike Main Stream Hip Hop'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1991957529018140542</id><published>2010-04-28T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:40:43.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flys</title><content type='html'>man i'm almost done with my freshmen year of college already. i feel like there's more to the semester but it isn't really except hoping to pass all my finals. Only thing that kills me is that my school gets out super late thats to that dumb snow storm earlier this year. May 18th is my official last day. I really not paying that day any mind though cause that just perplexes me. The only thing i'm looking forward to this summer is working and visiting my southern relatives. Oh and hanging out with some new found associates. If it's one life lesson i learned this semester(not education related) is that just because something is different doesn't mean it's better. I remember at the beginning of the semester i was amazed at how many new friends i made. Wrong now i can careless about anyone that i met honestly. At the end of the day i just want my degree so i don't have to go to school anymore and i can finally become financially stable. If i just so happen to make a few new acquaintances and lose a couple friends along the way then fuck it. In all honesty all you need is family in the end, and i'm not referring to your mom and dad i'm referring to creating your own. On second thought though who knows what you really need, that all depends on the individual. Just because your related doesn't really mean your friends either now that i think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1991957529018140542?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1991957529018140542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1991957529018140542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1991957529018140542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1991957529018140542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-flys.html' title='Time Flys'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2737592951777896424</id><published>2010-04-20T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:36:22.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it frowned upon</title><content type='html'>for someone to talk to more than one person. me personally i don't see an issue with especially if your just 18. cuz i'ma tell females man ya'll are a piece of work like a job. i remember the other day my professor ask us if we had a choice between a light skinned girl that was beautiful,intelligent and wealthy and a dark skinned girl with the same statistics which one would we pick. So she decided to ask the blackest nigga in our class to answer so he lied and said dark skinned. So then she asked another student and he said he would talk to both. Then out of nowhere the whole class went in a uproar. Mainly because 80% of the class are females so you know he had it coming. So i was thinking to myself that i would do the same thing. Now i'm not trying to sound like a player but man it's just like applying for a job you put out like 2 or 3 applications and hope that someone calls you back. And yeah sometimes we call to check the status on the job. Then finally when you get hired by one job you stop calling the other places you applied to because your now employed. It's the same thing with a female. You should talk to multiple women at one time but when you start to get serious with one you cut the rest of them off. at least thats what i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2737592951777896424?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2737592951777896424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2737592951777896424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2737592951777896424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2737592951777896424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-it-frowned-upon.html' title='Why is it frowned upon'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5905838839918447614</id><published>2010-04-13T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:58:09.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learned</title><content type='html'>a few things in the past couple of days. i prefer to not express everything i've learned but just a snippet. Like how close christianity and greek mythology is linked together. If you don't believe me do your research you'll be surprised at what you find. it's as if it's a revised copy. Also i've came to the conclusion that if you want to know the truth about any type of conspiracy documentaries will tell you all you need to know. Don't go off what your hear. Documentaries  are like concrete evidence to reveal the truth of a theory. take this post as food for thought i'm not going to talk about conspiracies cause i know alot of you probably won't believe me and everyone is entitled to their opinion so yea just take this post as food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5905838839918447614?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5905838839918447614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5905838839918447614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5905838839918447614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5905838839918447614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7404398897065344941</id><published>2010-04-11T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:00:41.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things will never change</title><content type='html'>I can safely say that i'm beginning to mature alot. if you don't believe me look at some of my old post for proof lol. but it's some habits i have that i will probably never let go of and sure people will probably say that wow thats one ignorant individual but man whatever think what you want about me my thoughts don't revolve around other people judgement about me. So some habits that i will never break. Saying the word nigga. Yea alot of people are suddenly on this new anti nigga stuff but man kill that noise. I don't see it as a derogative term for black people. I see it as a noun. Shoot if white people can say dude why the hell can't we say nigga??? Another habit i have is blowing money on shoes and clothes. Yea i will say that i do bless others when i can by giving to charities, but shoot money was made on this earth to be spent. Besides i really think your appearance says a lot about an individual. Another habit is using profanity. I got this from my parents. I have slowed down a lot since i first started but man i feel that profanity helps me express myself. Plus at the end of the day it's just words. Of course when ever i become a parent i'll stop cursing as much but then again scratch that idea i think parents curse more than anyone else on the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7404398897065344941?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7404398897065344941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7404398897065344941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7404398897065344941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7404398897065344941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-things-will-never-change.html' title='Some things will never change'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8413830278891683046</id><published>2010-04-08T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:35:59.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite 3</title><content type='html'>So i was doin my usual browsing on sole collector when i stumbled upon this thread about the elite 3 artist from east to west. We got Big,Nas, and Jay representing the east and we got Pac,Snoop and dre repping the west. Long story short it was a response that i saw that i strongly agreed with. &lt;br /&gt;Hellrazor1978 said it best and i quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Squad: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big - made a hands down classic with his debut and a near classic with his second album, but his career was cut way too short so this kinda hurts the east a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas - Solid career, better then what many give him credit for, and his debut of course is one of the greatest albums of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay - obviously very successful, but his career is based on his ability to remain popular by putting out mainstream music and not necessarily quality albums. Doesnt set any trends or really make an impact either, he just follows whatever is currently popular in the mainstream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Squad: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoop - Like Jay Z, his debut was great but hes had a pretty spotty career even though he still pushes units. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre - Made the most influential rap album of all time, and has been responsible for countless other huge and/or classic albums and songs. Completely created a whole new sub genre of music in itself (g-funk) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pac - biggest icon in hip hop history, overall impact is incalcuable, made more classic songs then any other MC ever, and all his albums released while alive are classic or near-classic material. And no other MC can even begin to approach him in the "influence" department. He's GOAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8413830278891683046?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8413830278891683046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8413830278891683046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8413830278891683046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8413830278891683046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/elite-3.html' title='Elite 3'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-183124337211175453</id><published>2010-04-06T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:44:05.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Real</title><content type='html'>Man these past few days have been farfetched. Went home this past weekend and had a pretty good time. Went down adams morgan(a strip of clubs and restaurants in D.C.)  saturday and had one hell of a time until i had to figure out how to get home. I'm not going to lie i'm not to road conscious of D.C. But you know what makes matters worse when your lost??? Passengers that don't make an effort to help. So it's like 3 in the morning and i'm driving around the city and one of my friends is just in the back seat cracking a bunch of dumb ass jokes. After a while i got agitated so i said fuck alter ego kicked in and i went off. So while i'm ranting some little young bastard that my friend brought along started running his mouth. So i told him to shut up for i beat his ass and leave in D.C. You would think if someone is mouthing off to you when your friends are present they would say something back. Not mine though instead of trying to   calm the situation he made matters worse claiming that he would fight me and the kid i'm arguing with. Now i know it was just another dumb ass joke but that enraged me even more. Friends are suppose to lookout for each other. I would never let some nigga i just met recently mouth off to any of my close friends just for the simple fact that i know my friends would do the same. So to spark note this story i tailgated this guy @ a stop light to get home. Finally once i get ready to drop my friends off only one person gave me gas money. $3 fucking which in todays gas prices don't do a damn thing to your gas tank. Now some may say i'm overreacting but i will never ever have another outgoing with this friend of mine again especially if i'm the transportation. I never felt so disrespected in my life. I was going to call and talk to him about but you know what i don't care anymore theirs too many times i can recall when i've been bullshitted by this nigga so i'm pretty done with it all. So for all the people back at home thats stuck on stupid just know i'm done with you all. Since i'm in school now none of you matter to me. I don't care about how long i've known you. You all will need me way before i need any of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-183124337211175453?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/183124337211175453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=183124337211175453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/183124337211175453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/183124337211175453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-real.html' title='On The Real'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5499342114421929486</id><published>2010-04-05T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:24:20.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country</title><content type='html'>lately i've noticed alot of people crying about how bad america is. they complain about how our country is so secretive and how the government hardly supports the citizens. Yea i agree to an extent. i mean damn do you really expect america to be some type of utopia??? I watched black hawk down the other day and it just made me think about how bad those 3rd world countries have it worse than americans in certain aspects. We don't have to worry about rebels walking around with AK's and 12 year old attempting to blow us up with a grenade. Mostly because we have a well established government. Now i'm not trying to defend the government either cuz they do have their share of skeletons in the  closet. like the development of crack and other various drugs. the dismantlement of various revolutionary groups such as the weather underground,black panthers etc. All in all i'm just saying before you talk about how bad this country is think about how bad it can actually be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5499342114421929486?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5499342114421929486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5499342114421929486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5499342114421929486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5499342114421929486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-country.html' title='My Country'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5517873113348097885</id><published>2010-03-27T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:35:35.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gssXMXIieyc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gssXMXIieyc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video is odd but the song is dope,j*davey is definitely a highly underrated duo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5517873113348097885?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5517873113348097885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5517873113348097885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5517873113348097885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5517873113348097885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-together.html' title='Get Together'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-85589917135828652</id><published>2010-03-27T01:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:28:33.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>i swear if college wasn't a necessity i would not go back. Mainly because i dislike the environment i'm in. You know college is suppose to be one of the best experiences of your life so "they say". First priority is to keep your grades on good. Second priority at least to me is to make new acquaintances. Man on my campus i can safely say that i have too many of those. But the thing that pisses me off with them is that they only talk to me when we're at school. That disturbs the hell out of me. I've texted and called damn near everyone in my area that i go to school with. Out of like 20 people only 2 hit me back. Of course i mostly have girls numbers than anything but man i think i talk to a bunch of bitches. That what they are to me. I'm so tired of getting walked all over on by these bitches. I don't even try to talk to them like i'm attempting to start a relationship. I just don't understand em and i'm not going to waste my time trying to. From now on i'm really going to speak my mind to them. I really can care less about anyone feelings anymore. They all can choke on their spit. This spring break has to be the worst one i've ever had. *flash coward* Today had to be one of the worst days i've had in a while. Minus everyone ignoring my phone calls and texts i got a check today, nothing serious but hey money is money,so when i try to go deposit it the machine cancelled my transaction. I almost broke the machine but i just walked out. I called my father complainin cursing up a storm. i calmed down after a while and called my bank. So now i have to wait til tomorrow. I was highly disturbed today i actually still am. I try to not let things get to me but a man can only endure but so much til he just says fuck it. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. But i doubt that cuz no one really seems care to talk to a nigga anymore. I get pretty lonely i already feel like i'm lonely at school and now i feel the same way at home. Losing my mom is probably the biggest factor for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-85589917135828652?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/85589917135828652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=85589917135828652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/85589917135828652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/85589917135828652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-567183315776761286</id><published>2010-03-25T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:48:04.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do</title><content type='html'>So i hung out with a old friend today. long story short we talked about how money pretty much runs this world. He strongly believes that money can solve all his problems. I really can't say the same. Sure i would love to have a nice amount of money, but i know that it will not solve all my issues. Alot of issues can't be resolved with a check with a huge sum of money. For example money will not bring back a lost loved one. And money damn sure doesn't bring happiness, you can lie to yourself and say your happy for the moment but deep down in due time you'll start to realize that money really isn't all that. At least i realize that and i'm far from wealthy. Yea i like luxurious cars, clothes, and homes but thats not my drive in life. If thats honestly all you want out of life then your on the road for a rough corrupted life. On another note we also talked about how i'm really not into alot of these mainstream artist. For one i can't relate to any of them, i'm not swimming in women, making money and eating fish eggs. My biggest reason of all is that most of them are liars in their rhymes.  I'm not appeased at all by this trapping phase or how you can get a gun and shoot mike, bobby and etc. I rather listen to someone like joe budden, jay electronica, j.cole or whatever. Yea i bump some young jeezy here and there but only for entertainment i don't listen to him to try to learn a life lesson. O and one more thing i would like to know if you had a chance to blow up in the industry what would you do, stay true to yourself and your fans and keep your demeanor on a morality level and probably not have a huge fan base but still make a decent amount of money or would you rather be a sell out with a fake ass fan base and make millions??? The answer to this question is solely based on your character and your morals on life. Me personally i'd rather be true to myself and fans sure i probably wouldn't be a millionaire but at least i can sleep with a good conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-567183315776761286?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/567183315776761286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=567183315776761286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/567183315776761286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/567183315776761286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6794609252824008893</id><published>2010-03-23T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:04:59.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@ the end of the day</title><content type='html'>I don't care what no one says everyone is judgmental. I'll admit it i am to a certain extent. But i am not judgmental to a point where i act like mr. o so righteous. i dislike people who try to perceive themselves like they are. i had a friend like that. Isn't it weird how you never realize something about someone until you have a fall out with them??? Any ways i'm on spring break right now and so far it's been boring as hell. People acting funnier than the weather. I'm really starting to get aggravated with people back at home. for here on out i'ma start livin solely for myself. if anyone has a problem with that then i'll just handle them accordingly. I put to much emphasis on others. I'll admit thats one of my biggest flaws. i think just because, i've known someone for a while or their fam that their obligated to be there for me. Wrong in this society that shit don't matter at least not in todays society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6794609252824008893?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6794609252824008893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6794609252824008893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6794609252824008893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6794609252824008893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-day.html' title='@ the end of the day'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7940217377897037194</id><published>2010-03-18T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:39:13.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term Week</title><content type='html'>Probably one of the best weeks i've had so far this semester. Maybe its the weather or the people i'm around but either way the past few days have been great minus the random nightmares i'm continue to have. Along with that i approached a few youngins here and there. All i can say about that is the right women at the wrong time. I swear the best potential females are always in a relationship. I mean i could probably still get em but making a girl drop her man for you pretty much shows she'll do the same to you so i'll save a lot of time and thought and keep it movin. On another light note the weather has been so good these past few days. matter fact it's 70 degree's right now without a cloud in sight. man i'm anticipating spring break like it's christmas. Thankfully i take my last midterm tomorrow morning which i'm confident that i'll do well on. So since i'm leavin tomorrow i might as well pack now. &lt;br /&gt;-Amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7940217377897037194?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7940217377897037194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7940217377897037194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7940217377897037194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7940217377897037194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/mid-term-week.html' title='Mid Term Week'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1539395913421787327</id><published>2010-03-07T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:59:54.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean damn</title><content type='html'>ight so theres this girl i used to talk to a long time ago. i basically stopped talking to her cuz flat out the bitch is crazy and weird. so lately i've tried to be friendly to her but man she's making it really hard for me. like everytime i hit her up she just acts super short with me. I'm like damn can you at least attempt to fake like your trying to have some type of small talk. like i'm tempted at this point to just flat out carry her. I can't stand how one minute she wants to wrap me up about irrelevant shit but when i try to start a convo she acts reticent. so i always ask her if she busy doing work or somethin. she always claims to be but if thats the case why the fuck are you on oovoo or facebook knowing that gonna distract you??? so from now on i'ma leave the dumb broad alone she's not worth my time. On another note i guess you can call me a trendsetter. no conceited sense intended but man my room mate loves to buy the same shit i buy. after this past weekend we have the same exact shoes. Why the fuck would bam out to a point where we have 4 pairs of the same shoes??? Yes i'm well aware that they make more than one pair for a reason but you didn't want them until you saw em on my feet. i clearly said aye seriously don't buy those shoes man. but instead he pretty much said nigga fuck you i'm spoiled so i'ma ask my parents to buy em. See unlike him pretty much all my shoes with a few x-mas gift pairs i've bought with my own money that i hustled to get. Now that probably sounds jealous to some of you but i see it as just being a flat out jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1539395913421787327?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1539395913421787327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1539395913421787327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1539395913421787327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1539395913421787327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-mean-damn.html' title='I mean damn'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-185561997672923039</id><published>2010-03-03T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:10:06.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People Make Me Sick</title><content type='html'>College kids are idiots. well at least freshmen are. i remember when i first started going to school i knew like 7 girls i was pretty cool with. Now out of the 7 i only talk to two of them. and the funny part is i thought those would be the last girls i'd still befriend. the rest of them are still trying to find themselves i guess. or maybe i'm just making an excuse for them because, their scared of being themselves so they decided to fit in with the crowd and forget about where they came from and who they really are. I don't like people like that. If you can't stand up for yourself then your one weak minded individual. Whats so scary about being different??? I don't have a problem with not being another nigga in the crowd. In fact i prefer to be that way, the less people know about you the less attention and drama you go through. Pepuople are funny how they put themselves out there for others to see about them then finally when they get negative feedback from others their haters. Man shut that noise up apparently you want people to voice their opinions about you because if you didn't you wouldn't broadcast you whole life to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-185561997672923039?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/185561997672923039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=185561997672923039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/185561997672923039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/185561997672923039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-make-me-sick.html' title='People Make Me Sick'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5244745385530003578</id><published>2010-03-02T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:28:03.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As of late</title><content type='html'>i've been pretty good lately. the only issue i've had lately was some random reoccurring nightmares. For some odd reason they've been about people attempting to jump me. i honestly don't seem to see a reason why someone would attempt a cowardly act. I talk to my father about and he wants me to see a psychiatrist. I might actually take up the idea. maybe its some things in my conscience i need talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5244745385530003578?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5244745385530003578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5244745385530003578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5244745385530003578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5244745385530003578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-of-late.html' title='As of late'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2273232910122318981</id><published>2010-02-22T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:19:46.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>everyone has a alter ego.people use them for various reasons. for example when someone breaks into your house you don't greet them like their your friend you say something like "who the fuck is in my house". i try not to use mine unless i'm trying to protect myself. as of late though it seems like some bitches(yea thats what they are to me @ this point)like to start shit with me for no apparent reason. One of my friends told me that i should never argue with a female because you won't win. He's right to an extent. i'm getting better at just saving my breath. but it's challenging. Usually when someone provokes me i just curse them out.But now i just look at them and shake my head or i just say "your really not worth my time or i'm getting to old to argue". For the most part i'm getting better at avoiding arguments though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2273232910122318981?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2273232910122318981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2273232910122318981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2273232910122318981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2273232910122318981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/alter-ego.html' title='Alter Ego'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3858469478501415699</id><published>2010-02-18T02:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:20:36.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keeps It Real</title><content type='html'>So i decided to formulate some reasons why a girl wouldn't want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm seen as a brother figure. i honestly don't know where the hell this comes from. I guess i'm too nice at times @ least thats one of the few excuses i hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm an asshole. i hear this on a few occasions. mostly because i just speak my mind. i really don't like to lie about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm too skinny. i only weigh 150. personally i don't have a insecurity about my weight. But now for some odd reason alot of girls say i'm real skinny when i'm really not i think i'm average size plus i got a lil muscle mass since i do push ups on the regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not an ass kisser. Sorry but i'm not the type of guy to tell you what you want to hear all the time. i mainly do that because, most of the time when a guy is complementing you all the time and never say anything else about you,he's probably just trying to get some temporary action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not a crowd pleaser. I'm not into mainstream music, i hardly watch music videos, i don't party every single weekend, and i don't wear the same clothes that everyone finds fashionable(ok i got a few polo button ups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i drive a '99 vw passat. now i love my car to death but i actually had a girl flat out laugh me out because, i drove a VW. personally i could careless cuz i think my car is the best(not to be confused with being conceited just confident) besides it's my first car and it runs pretty damn good and it's far from a hoopty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My hair isn't always done. at least when i'm at school it's pretty damn hard to find a girl willing to do my hair for a reasonable price. so sometimes i do look pretty rough on some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't think of any other reasons why a girl wouldn't want to start a relationship with me but at the end of the day if someone can't accept you for who you are then you shouldn't be together in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3858469478501415699?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3858469478501415699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3858469478501415699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3858469478501415699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3858469478501415699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-keeps-it-real.html' title='I Keeps It Real'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7509094494259004464</id><published>2010-02-16T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:24:42.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats in rotation now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2577354/beauty_lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2577354/beauty_lost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.onsmash.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/front_marsha_yourstruly_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://content.onsmash.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/front_marsha_yourstruly_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/teedra%20moses" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae286/twin_ahester/teedra.jpg" border="0" alt="Teedra Moses Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days i've been on my R&amp;b stuff. I just got into this group called J*Davey. Their pretty good for the most part. i don't know if everyone would really be into off one song but they'll grow on you i got their album The Beauty In Distortion/Land of the Lost. if your a fan of M.i.a, santigold or even outcast then you'll like this album. For my next analysis i just found marsha ambrosius who was apart of the amazing duo known as floetry. sadly they parted ways last year for personal reasons. now i'm not feeling every track off her mixtape but it's a few keepers on it. Like this track called Take Care the beat with her voice will put you in a the zone. And last but not least finally R&amp;B's best kept secret teedra moses put her new mixtape out on valentines day known as Royal patience. She brought a few good tracks out i'm far from disappointed with mixtape. Now it's time for her to drop that young lioness album. well in the meantime since downloading mixtapes are legal i'll bless you guys with links to the teedra and marsha mixtapes. Remember to always support good music. Also if anyone wants some more of teedra moses music i got two other mixtapes from her so just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.Teedra-Moses.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's marsha's mixtape&lt;br /&gt;http://sharebee.com/b72516e7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7509094494259004464?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7509094494259004464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7509094494259004464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7509094494259004464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7509094494259004464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-rotation-now.html' title='Whats in rotation now'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5185078558237151193</id><published>2010-02-07T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:10:01.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This new decade of artist piss me off</title><content type='html'>Mainly becausewhen they get a little buzz they get super lazy. I've been patiently waiting for a few mixtapes lately and so far none of them have dropped. The first one was jay electronica's act II mixtape. That nigga ain't made a mixtape in over a year and then when he finally decides to make it he doesn't even drop it. last time i checked he decided to put the blame on nas because he never sent a verse for a song for the tape. I call bullshit on that one. Then i've been waiting on curren$y smokey robinson mixtape that was suppose to drop during halftime of the super bowl. right now half time has been past and yet still no link to the mixtape???What the hell is the deal man???Then last but not least Young Jeezy Trap or Die 2 mixtape. The first one got him pretty much to where he's at today. It was suppose to drop yesterday and now another no show. I remember watching a 2pac documentary this past saturday. They said that he record the The Don Killuminati  The 7 Day Theory album in 7 days. There is no artist today that anyone can name that does anything of that nature. And please don't say lil wayne cuz i honestly don't think he even thinks out any of his ryhmes he just throws the shit together. This fact pretty much shows you that artist just do this music stuff for money and hype. They don't do it for the art anymore. Thus the reason why i honestly don't care for to many current artist cuz i know there filled with bullshit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5185078558237151193?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5185078558237151193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5185078558237151193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5185078558237151193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/5185078558237151193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-new-decade-of-artist-piss-me-off.html' title='This new decade of artist piss me off'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3153133272737230776</id><published>2010-02-06T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:12:07.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>Well it all started on friday before a lick of snow even dropped. My original plan was to go pick up my refund check and catch a ride home with a friend. So i decided to notify my father and he just gets all bitchy for no reason. He kept asking me what would i do if i came home and i was like the same thing i would do if i was at school do some work and chill. So he was like don't come home. he decided to complain about how would i get home. I was like i already have that handled. I honestly don't know why he's worried about all this stuff because he never ever pick's me up from school and he never except one time brought me back to school. Times like this i really wish my mom was still alive cuz she would have probably come home. The older i get the older the more respect i'm losing for my dad. it's like ever since i went off to college he act like i can't go home. I need to get close with one of my relatives around the way cuz if it's really that big of an issue for me to go back to my own house then i rather not be there. Later on friday i decided to hit a party up on campus. It was pretty fun i mean nothing different from any other college party. One thing that i still don't understand til this day is why do girls go to parties and not dance @ all. like that defeats the purpose of partying. towards the end of the party i guess a fight broke out,all i saw was a couple of bloody shirts and one guy layed out on the floor trembling. So today since it's a blizzard i'ma just do a little homework and join this snow ball fight later on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3153133272737230776?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3153133272737230776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3153133272737230776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3153133272737230776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3153133272737230776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2598028787969643148</id><published>2010-02-03T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:34:48.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't</title><content type='html'>care too much for valentines day. I swear people sice it up more year after year. I remember the last time i actually bought a girl something for valentines day. It was freshmen year of high school(damn i miss that year) and it was this one girl i was feeling real hard. So one of our mutual friends told me i should buy her something for valentines day. So i asked my parents for some money of course and i went out and bought her some perfume made her a gift basket with my pic on it and had the standard box of chocolate. Finally valentines day hit and i walked up to her with ice water running through my veins and gave her the basket. All i got was a lil phone number in return. So a few days went by and i was hoping me and her would get closer. Sadly though nothing happened between me and her. She ended up transferring to another high school anyway. I wasn't too mad about the situation because back in 9th grade i was "the man" LOL. Not trying to sound conceited but man i use to go on coutless dates with various females every weekend all thanks to some connects i had. But now man i'm on a cold streak i can't keep up with a female with more than 2 weeks. I've grown tired of trying to work out issues with women. i think it's purposeless. Like i read on this one youngin blog "You can't change people and don't expect them to change for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2598028787969643148?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2598028787969643148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2598028787969643148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2598028787969643148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2598028787969643148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2310653057207130620</id><published>2010-01-28T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:08:39.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>since i've actually spoke about my current music taste. Quite honestly in my eyes it's been a music drought in my eyes. But i will say this year seems to be promising. On the r&amp;b side of things we have sade dropping her first album in lord knows how long. but she never disappoints me. Erykah badu is finally dropping a album sometime in February. Teedra moses supposedly has a mixtape coming out on valentines day along with her Young Lioness album aometime this year. I also heard a rumor that Amy Winehouse has a new album coming soon. I can carless about her drug related issues the woman makes some good music in my eyes. As for the hip hop aspect i'm highly anticipating Jay electronica's album. i doubt it will sell that well do to the fact that he doesn't appeal to a mainstream image. which is a even better reason to check the album out in my opinion. My boy J. Cole got his first album lights please coming out in either march or april. Drake  has his first album dropping next month. i'm really not anticipating it too much because i'm somewhat disappointed at how his lyricism is somewhat changed to a punchline rapper.but i'll still check his album out though cuz he could actually surprise me. The last but certainly not lease album i plan to anticipate is M.I.A. I love that womens music. I don't know what it is about her but i just like her music,from what i'm hearing her album drops sometime this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2310653057207130620?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2310653057207130620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2310653057207130620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2310653057207130620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2310653057207130620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4388886620623723678</id><published>2010-01-23T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:30:32.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you</title><content type='html'>ever been so bored that you can't even go to sleep. thank the lord this is my last night by myself in this dorm. i'm really about to lose my mind right now. my t.v. still don't pick up shit. I went to the mall today to get off campus for a bit. Man public transportation never seize to amaze me in this amazing city of baltimore. I swear i waited for the  bus for a good 2 hours. I'm exaggerating but when it's cold outside ever minute seems like an eternity. I got into a argument with this cat i hang with. Man don't you hate when you argue with someone who already thinks they know more than you??? That shit is agitating. Now usually i try not to get into it with people that don't know what the hell their talking about when it comes to shoes. Apparently someone with a pair of general release dunks,supra's, some everyday pradas, and all white jordan 12's thinks their collection is better than mine. now anyone that knows me know that i have an amazing shoe collection. I don't want to sound like i'm gloating but man compared to what i've seen this nigga rock he ain't got shit on me. I just hate to talking to dumb ass people. I don't know why i let this one conversation get to me so much. i guess because i don't have none of my friends to back me up with this debate. i honestly don't care for one soul for anyone that attends this school. quite honestly i'm at the point of my life where i don't care to make any new friends. it's all about business with me at this point. if you about a bunch of phony bullshit stay the fuck from around me seriously. When i get around people like that i want to do some serious damage to them. On another note i'm highly anticipating this upcoming semester only because i would like to learn more new things to help me out in the future and to be a jackass to people that i don't like at all. i seriously get an entertainment out of that i wish i could record the shit i say and do to people. if you watch entourage and pay attention to ari gold then that pretty much sums me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nleStDWk9Z8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nleStDWk9Z8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4388886620623723678?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4388886620623723678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4388886620623723678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4388886620623723678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4388886620623723678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you.html' title='Have you'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1039044654320586556</id><published>2010-01-23T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:59:34.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>i'm back at school now. classes don't start til the 25th but i decided to go back yesterday morning. So far i'm bored out of my mind. i really wish my father would have let me bring my ps3. i literally only have my laptop. i brought my t.v. but for some odd reason i can't pick up nothing. I've been surviving off my entourage dvds. I swear if i didn't have those i would lose my sanity. My room mate doesn't plan on coming back until the day before we go back. Man days are 10 times longer when you don't have shit else to do. On the upside i saw a few lovely females. They looked high maintenance though so i'll just keep my piece. i learned over the break that their just a fatal attraction for me. it's difficult to stop being attracted to something after doing it for years but i'll get over it. On another note i decided to start looking at this stressful college road as a blessing instead of perceiving it as a bad situation. I know i sound like a loser right now but hey we can't be cool all the time.(LOL) I had to see some of my friends situations to actually accept my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1039044654320586556?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1039044654320586556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1039044654320586556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1039044654320586556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1039044654320586556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6084486679222906014</id><published>2010-01-16T02:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:47:22.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><content type='html'>people these days are a trip. i know i'm starting to sound redundant with about this whole friend stuff but man that subject plays a major role in my life. i love having a long time to think about certain things. This little vacation brought me to a new realization. niggaz sure do like to use me for their personal gains. See i was talking to one of my old friends from way back had a heart to heart for a good hour about how niggaz out here just ain't as real as the claim to be. i hate when niggaz call me on the regular to see "what the moves are" instead of calling to see if i'm still alive. people are so selfish these days. which brings me to another point i highly dislike stingy people. especially when they claim that they your "brotha". man please i would never even think twice about helpin one of my boys out. People need to recognize and realize not everyone that say their your mans is really your mans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6084486679222906014?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6084486679222906014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6084486679222906014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6084486679222906014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6084486679222906014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/man.html' title='Man'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1134531381110905448</id><published>2010-01-14T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:33:58.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale Sale Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/S09ji_f1skI/AAAAAAAAASM/sgKw1B7omPM/s1600-h/DSCF1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/S09ji_f1skI/AAAAAAAAASM/sgKw1B7omPM/s320/DSCF1061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426665528816415298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/S09jiimK9WI/AAAAAAAAASE/tEOLCvih_6k/s1600-h/new+helly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/S09jiimK9WI/AAAAAAAAASE/tEOLCvih_6k/s320/new+helly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426665521058346338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get rid of both of these jackets the first one is a black/red north face track jacket,judge off the pic's, i'm trying to get rid of it for $40 it's a mens medium. as for the helly henson jacket it's navy blue and red it's a XL i asking for $50 but if someone wants both i'll let em go for $100 paypal or meet up is accepted so just drop me a e-mail if your interested @ radams2009@aol.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1134531381110905448?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1134531381110905448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1134531381110905448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1134531381110905448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1134531381110905448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/sale-sale-sale.html' title='Sale Sale Sale'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/S09ji_f1skI/AAAAAAAAASM/sgKw1B7omPM/s72-c/DSCF1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6904128583743106704</id><published>2010-01-07T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:48:47.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>man facebook is starting to get some what irritating. man some of the statuses i read are just plain dumb. the dumbest one i can remember is one with this girl i go to school with she said, "All niggas are dumb". lol the first guy that replied said "i got a b in biology this past semester". i told her that she hasn't dated everyman on the planet so she can't clarify if we're all dumb. Then she said, i've had enough experience blah blah blah i know what i'm talking about. So i replied "don't be mad at the world because you have a fatal attraction to dumb nigga's. i'm not at fault for your mistake. then she said something about me being doctor phil. after that i just said fuck whatever. I have alot of shallow girls on my friend list i just get tired of seeing it after a while. Now the new dumb way for people to put their business out there via internet is some site called forumspring. From what i see it's like some type of site where anonymous people ask you random questions. Now most of the people claim it's for entertainment. Me from a personal stand point i think it's dumb and idiotic. For one why do you care about what someone wants to ask you. Not to mention people can pretty much put all your business on the net by asking you a personal question. Then to add on to the dumbness people get mad at other people for asking certain questions. LOL that just funny to me cuz you set your self up for having an account on the site. Just my 2 cents of how dumb people are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6904128583743106704?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6904128583743106704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6904128583743106704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6904128583743106704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6904128583743106704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9149586781427653810</id><published>2010-01-04T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:40:11.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much me time</title><content type='html'>well this break for the most part has been boring but i have had alot of time to sit back and reflect on alot of things. For one i think i need to distance myself from a few people especially my so called friends. When your friend makes a decision a true friend will support them. Well apparently a few of mine don't seem to understand that concept. A small handful of them smoke and i have no problem with that @ all. But when you continue to hound me about not smoking then it starts to challenge the friendship. Me personally i choose not to smoke @ all i think it's purposeless and expensive habit not to mention unhealthy. Thus the reason why i choose not to smoke. For some dumbass reason mines don't seem to understand that concept. They always attempt to make me smoke for some odd reason even when i made the idea crystal clear that i won't and don't plan to in the future. No means no flat out. Well on the other hand of my problems my car has no fuckin heat. well actually now it does but it only works on one speed. Long story short don't buy a vw seriously cuz the dealership around my way is some garbage seriously. I been up that hell hole 3 times in the past 2 weeks going on round 4 tomorrow. I promise if my car is not fully fixed tomorrow i will have to get out of my character and get pretty ignorant which i have no problem with when people try to play with my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9149586781427653810?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9149586781427653810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9149586781427653810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9149586781427653810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9149586781427653810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-me-time.html' title='Too much me time'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4393423552441926578</id><published>2010-01-02T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:10:55.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well my new years was iight i guess. could have been alot better but it really wasn't much to do.  I didn't even drink this year. After a while i don't see a purpose to really drink. I mean i'll have a sip or two but after a while i started to think it's really pointless after a while. Now i'm not trying to down talk on anyone that does drink. So far this year has started off decent. Me and my dad went to the newsuem out down town. I don't know what it is about it but i love it there. They added a few new exhibits since the last time i went. Their was some sports section in there and they had this photo of serena williams all i'ma say is dizaamn she was lookin to gorgeous in that pic she can carry my seed any day lol. I saw like 5 photo's of michael jordan in there. Honestly i can careless about him i just like his shoes. From what i read on the internet he's not necessarily fan friendly. Well other than these past few weeks being boring i really don't have much to say so until the next post. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4393423552441926578?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4393423552441926578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4393423552441926578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4393423552441926578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4393423552441926578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3360236409273534602</id><published>2009-12-25T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:12:23.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunk'n on a reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjg66sy2wMw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjg66sy2wMw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these commercials get more and more hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3360236409273534602?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3360236409273534602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3360236409273534602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3360236409273534602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3360236409273534602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/dunkn-on-reindeer.html' title='Dunk&apos;n on a reindeer'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7350740719354462566</id><published>2009-12-24T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:50:22.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Crazy Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SzObwVRbWqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P6l0tvoksrg/s1600-h/DSCF1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SzObwVRbWqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P6l0tvoksrg/s320/DSCF1066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418846031303105186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well long story short i drove way up to largo to camp out for the space jams. I sat outside in 27 degree weather for 3 hours. it wasn't to bad because,their were some hilarious characters standing in front of me in line. Eventually the store opened and some fat youngin came outside saying that they only had a few size's left. The damn sure didn't have mine so i had to drive all the way back home pissed off,got stuck in traffic on the way over there. The traffic was so bad that i cut my car off and waited. So after a half hour the road cleared up. I drove to my local mall and waited like 4 more hours then the last hour i just got out the my car and stood in a pile up outside the mall. So after a while the security guards showed up and opened the door. I felt sorry for dude because he actually attempted to stop a crowd of 40+ people and it was only 3 of them so you guys can do the math. LOL got his ass  ran over. while i was running i picked up a chair and tossed it across the food court. Don't ask me why i did it just a spur of the moment with a little ignorance. Everyone does something dumb for no reason. After sprinting all the way to the second floor i was probably the eighth nigga in line. Of course the employee's get first dibs and one jerk bought like 5 pairs. thankfully they didn't get my size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7350740719354462566?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7350740719354462566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7350740719354462566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7350740719354462566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7350740719354462566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-crazy-campout.html' title='Another Crazy Campout'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SzObwVRbWqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P6l0tvoksrg/s72-c/DSCF1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2528577211176980396</id><published>2009-12-19T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:53:19.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow can't stop me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/Sy2ZX7jE6aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qerqRlabnTg/s1600-h/DSCF1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/Sy2ZX7jE6aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qerqRlabnTg/s320/DSCF1059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154563197430178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i tell u people will do some stupid stuff for materialistic items. LOL yea i'm guilty of that but so what you only live once why not enjoy yourself. So it all started  at like 4 a.m. this morning. i hit up one of the homies to meet me at the mall to get in early and get out so i could get the shoes. by the time we go there it was locked down so we tried to find some doors to find a couple doors around the building that are usually open. they were locked so we drove to mcdonalds and out of the random another one my mans hit me up sayin he was walkin to the mall. Which was pretty crazy considering the fact that we were in the middle of a blizzard. So i picked him up and we all chilled in the parking lot til the mall opened. 2 hours later we got ready to drive back to the mall until one of my idiotic friends decided to fall asleep with the car on. Talk about negligence. I was laughing my ass off when he told me but i gave him a ride to the mall anyway. So our connect @ the shoe store wasn't at work yet so we had to wait for a lil while. My friend who's car died wanted me to take him home to get his sisters jumper cables so i drove all the way over there and his sister wasn't even home. I was highly pissed off with him. so i drove back to the mall and on the way there i got stuck. So i kicked my mans out the car and made him push. That didn't do any justice so thankfully momentum kicked in and the car moved. Once we got back to the mall i said i will no longer move my car until  i have my shoes, i damn sure wasn't gonna give him a jump unless i was a last resort. So when we arrive back to the mall our connect showed up with the shoes. i really wasn't to siced cuz i was still a little pissed off cuz i got stuck in the snow. but i eventually got over it. I went home and slept all effin day. although it snowed all day today i still say that today was a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2528577211176980396?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2528577211176980396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2528577211176980396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2528577211176980396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2528577211176980396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-cant-stop-me.html' title='Snow can&apos;t stop me'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/Sy2ZX7jE6aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qerqRlabnTg/s72-c/DSCF1059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7827953071946603818</id><published>2009-12-16T00:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:10:14.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good to be home</title><content type='html'>finally got out of my dorm cell. I'm not going to lie yes i'm bored out my mind right now. but i rather be @ home bored than be on campus bored. I know that sounds dumb but whatever. Anyone that goes to a boring school knows exactly what i mean. I back to harsh reality at home though. still broke as a bad joke. It's like the more i want the less money i have. The older my father gets the cheaper he gets with me. Now i understand the whole i'm a young man blah blah shit but man i can't find a fuckin job anywhere. I applied for jobs before i even got out for xmas break. Sadly no one decided to  come through. So i talked to my father about what i want for xmas this year i just asked for to pair of shoes. This nigga said how much money am i puttin towards. Gave him the "Nigga are you serious face". I rarely ask my father for money when i'm at school unless i seriously need it.This whole semester i only bought one thing and that was a hoody from H &amp; M that i bought with a card my mom gave me last xmas. So i mean something has got to give with my dad. I hate how he acts like he's so broke when he don't spend money on shit. Where the fuck is all his money goin??? Damn sure ain't going in my corner. I don't like the fact he's trying to neglect me. I know i sound like a spoiled kid but i'm far from that,cuz i don't get shit most of the time if i want somethin i have to hustle to get it on my own. Being broke makes you super humble,it made me appreciate alot of what i hardly have. Now both my brothers are locked up. Now all i got left is a sister in grad school that i don't really have a relationship with. I don't think i have ever felt so lonely in my entire life til now. Ever since my mom passed away man i feel like i have a cloud over me. One of my friends told me that it looks like i'm aging. I really hope he was joking cuz thats not good. Hopefully things will start to look up in the upcoming weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7827953071946603818?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7827953071946603818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7827953071946603818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7827953071946603818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7827953071946603818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/feels-good-to-be-home.html' title='Feels good to be home'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-383382083123926948</id><published>2009-12-15T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:44:19.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man i love these commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTaFGy_QVIE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTaFGy_QVIE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTluvBu7oEc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTluvBu7oEc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-383382083123926948?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/383382083123926948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=383382083123926948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/383382083123926948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/383382083123926948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-i-love-these-commercials.html' title='Man i love these commercials'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3162089227760143914</id><published>2009-12-08T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:37:05.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strags</title><content type='html'>I'ma tell you the type of women i've ran into this past semester. First joint i bagged out here pretty much dick hopped on all the niggaz i knew even my roommate. Next one was potentially one of the best females i met up here. i mean we clicked from day one. She reached like the peak of damn near a perfect female. She gave me a strong vibe that i might actually want to make her the only girl i wanted to talk to. Then as the days went on shit just went down hill. All started with a few simple lies here and there. I tried to brush it off. but then shit just got terrible to the point where i just couldn't trust her anymore. I'm not goin to lie i started to get in my feelings about her but i got over it. So the next youngin i met seemed to be something nice but she had one strong flaw that all the rest of these youngins have. They all are just party whores at the end of the day. Sure ain't nothin wrong with hittin the club every now and then but damn young every fuckin weekend. I can't fade no braud like that. The last potential gurl i met up here was pretty. seemed like she had a different state of mind than the previous females i had an infatuation for but she wants somethin that i'm not and thats just basically bein a hood. I'm not even goin to attempt to fake like i'm some random hood nigga from waldorf. just typing that sentence right their sounds fake and that something i'm not. So from now on i don't know what i'm going to do anymore. I'm just going to continue to act the way i feel about a bitch,cuz @ the end of the day they don't matter so i don't mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3162089227760143914?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3162089227760143914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3162089227760143914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3162089227760143914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3162089227760143914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/strags.html' title='Strags'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9200643935355468736</id><published>2009-12-05T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:12:49.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>We have reach the end of the semester. i can say that it was somewhat entertaining and educational. I can't really say i'm gonna miss being on campus cuz i actually won't. There's really nothing to college honestly. I guess unless you smoke or drink on the regular which i don't do. I am glad though that i can get a break from school because, the other night in the library i had a meltdown. Like i couldn't think at all. i went into the library to like at 7 and left @ 11 and i didn't do a lick of work. Man i was just out of it. I never in my life ever experience such a set back. First hand that shit is depressing man. Just know that if you ever have a meltdown just chill out and go to sleep. Thats the best thing to do. I talked to my father about the situation and he told me that i do have alot on my mind as far as school my mom,my dysfunctional type of a family etc. Hopefully during my winter break i can get a job cuz i need money in the major way right now. I hate being broke all the damn time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9200643935355468736?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9200643935355468736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9200643935355468736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9200643935355468736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9200643935355468736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9146946174676576296</id><published>2009-11-27T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:57:44.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just don't understand</title><content type='html'>Why do people continue to do me dirty. This thanksgiving was good until i decided to pay some not to distant relatives a visit. All i did was waste gas and time,because i ended up getting lost. They gave me some of the dumbest directions i have ever heard. I learned this thanksgiving that the only family i have is in my house and thats just my father. Everyone else are just niggas on the street to me @ this point. No matter what people say blood is not thicker than water. My water(friends) may be thin but @ least they look out for me like blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9146946174676576296?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9146946174676576296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9146946174676576296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9146946174676576296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9146946174676576296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-dont-understand.html' title='Just don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-491459601316236062</id><published>2009-11-22T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:54:56.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the days wind down</title><content type='html'>i've never been so ready to get off this campus. man i feel like i'm in jail sometimes minus the bars. this past weekend i skipped a lil party to do some homework. i probably sound like an abnormal college kid but i really don't get caught up in that hype. Most people that do are losers who didn't have freedom back @ home or just people who generally have nothing else to do with their life. Now i'm not bashing on partying i do believe it's fun but doing it week after week is pointless. dancing with the same sweaty broads and eye candy gets old. I really need to find something else to do with my weekends up here. I'm highly anticipating an apartment off campus. My main reason why i prefer to live off campus is because, i grow tired of being around narrow minded people all the time. I honestly don't see the fun in college, and no it's not because i go to morgan i think it's because i'm getting too mature for the people i'm around. Just sitting here dwelling i can recollect some narrow minded people i hang around. The only reason why is because, their entertaining to me. Now i'm not trying to say that i'm above anyone but i feel that my intellect just doesn't click well to certain people . On to another note i talked to my father the other day. I spoke with him about me having to retake a course next semester. Reluctantly this won't set me back @ all but it is perplexing to know that i might have to retake it. I just dislike the fact that all that hard work i put in was just disrespected. Especially when i asked the instructor for some help and he told me i'm pretty hopeless even if i do well on the final. I swear i wanted to say something ignorant to him but that wouldn't have helped my situation so i just bit my  lip. I surprised to see hear that my father wasn't upset about the whole situation. He actually livened my spirit a little bit and told me he was still proud of me regardless. He also made me even happier when he told me that i received some deals in the mail from the lacoste store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-491459601316236062?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/491459601316236062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=491459601316236062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/491459601316236062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/491459601316236062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-days-wind-down.html' title='As the days wind down'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8773713206382091668</id><published>2009-11-19T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:36:29.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College acquaintances</title><content type='html'>i can safely say that i made alot of acquaintances @ morgan. i used to consider alot of people friends but in the end i can't trust none of these people up here. @ least i don't anymore. especially the youngins. seems like all the ones i meet just like to use me for something. i'm so tired of this bullshit. seriously from now on i'ma start spazing on people out here. i don't care what anyone thinks of me so i have no problem with expressing myself. as far as the niggas i met up here they cool or whatever but i know these niggas don't have my back like the ones back @ home. One thing i dislike about niggas is when they act brand new when a female gets thrown into the equation. now i understand u want to impress your little braud or whatever but you should get brand new and abandon you been hangin with before you met the female. that right their tells me that your a phony character, and you damn sure can't be trusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8773713206382091668?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8773713206382091668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8773713206382091668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8773713206382091668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8773713206382091668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/college-acquaintances.html' title='College acquaintances'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2911454327043199236</id><published>2009-11-15T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:39:06.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MWF 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xa5d3UhTmAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xa5d3UhTmAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man the day i get home for thanksgiving break i am copping this game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2911454327043199236?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2911454327043199236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2911454327043199236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2911454327043199236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2911454327043199236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/mwf-2.html' title='MWF 2'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-2702118569182324790</id><published>2009-11-13T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:20:26.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect female</title><content type='html'>ok of course theirs no such thing as a perfect female we're all human but this is my definition of a "wifey" type female. She gotta have a mature demeanor, i can't stand females that act like a little high schooler. she has to be ambitious,no man on earth likes a lazy woman that just sits around doing nothin. Down to earth, this is probably one of the most important out of any of the characteristics that i list. if you suppose to be my girl you have to keep it real with  me. i dislike wishy washy women. cause @ the end of the day if you can't keep it real with yourself who can you be real with??? Independent,this one speaks for itself now one wants anyone living off em. last but most importantly spontaneous. i need a girl that will make me smile and has a good sense of humor. so you this post is pretty much a wish list. lord knows when i'll find a female like this.until then i'ma jus chill cuz i'm the type of nigga that never settles for less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-2702118569182324790?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2702118569182324790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=2702118569182324790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2702118569182324790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/2702118569182324790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-female.html' title='The perfect female'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1235537480988953833</id><published>2009-11-11T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:47:25.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Learned</title><content type='html'>To stop complaining about my situations as far school,bitches[women],money, no contact from family members. I say this because when i sat down and thought about it one day, all these underlying things are nothing more than obstacles in my way. this also goes for purposeless people i seem to attract around me. to throw this all together if you seem to be pulling me down in some way then i'ma cut you off. reason why is because if your a real quote on quote friend you would try to help. not just hang around me just for your personal gains. So i went home this past weekend again. I must say as usual when i go home i seem to learn something that matures me. Beside that point hung out with most of the important people in my life. Had a lil movie night @ my crib. I must say that was probably one of the funniest nights i've had in a long time. i love to debate with people or @ least hear them. I would go into detail about what the issue was but it was quite comical. well to end this blog on a positive note for the first time in a long time my grades are coming up week by week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1235537480988953833?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1235537480988953833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1235537480988953833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1235537480988953833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1235537480988953833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9223078954904573186</id><published>2009-11-05T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:55:29.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><content type='html'>this was probably the hardest i've ever worked this week. i didn't leave the library in the past 2 days til 11 pm. last night in health class we did some type of tieboe shit. the only reason why i was kinda pissed off about it is cuz it was for extra credit for my project that my group presented last week. but the funny thing is my group didn't need no extra credit and my teacher didn't even notify the class about it. believe me if i knew we was gonna do fighting techniques for one straight hour without a break i would have most definitely skipped class. So after that i just went straight to the library because, i had an exam the next morning for history. so i got a little study group together. i felt like we didn't accomplish much cuz some  random guy started talking about a bunch of different weeds. So after a while we left. then i decided to review one last time for the night. once 11:30 hit i just hit the showers and called it a night. So i dosed off to sleep to robot chicken. I dreamed of me and my mom going to a random house gathering. i can't really remember what we were doin there.but i do remember when we were about to leave she kept saying by i love you over and over. then i was like who am i suppose to talk to now that your leaving. Then she just faded away right in front of me so i just said i love you back and woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9223078954904573186?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9223078954904573186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9223078954904573186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9223078954904573186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9223078954904573186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/11/man.html' title='Man'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7627264455302123244</id><published>2009-10-29T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:38:13.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interview</title><content type='html'>i just find some of the things he says insightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVAhw2Tn7OA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVAhw2Tn7OA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ivrpo6V18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ivrpo6V18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_s0XWsEliU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_s0XWsEliU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7627264455302123244?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7627264455302123244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7627264455302123244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7627264455302123244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7627264455302123244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-interview.html' title='Another interview'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1613421929805928803</id><published>2009-10-26T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:06:24.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods Phone Call And Text Message</title><content type='html'>i went home again this weekend(campus was to dry)and i hung out wit one of my closest friends. When i went by his house i read this note he wrote on his bookshelf. I thought it was clever so i decided to share it. The title is gods phone call/text message.&lt;br /&gt;"The call unlike the text, sound of ones voice. A sign of verbal connection. So no matter what when god calls you you answer; gods phone doesn't have a end button. When god calls you it's an automatic pick up meaning it's your time to come home.&lt;br /&gt;  Gods text unlike the call, is more of a visual connection and is more than likely to be ignored. Gods text is considered a warning to learn from your mistakes. So when you receive that text message it's a must you reply with a action of understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1613421929805928803?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1613421929805928803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1613421929805928803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1613421929805928803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/1613421929805928803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-phone-call-and-text-message.html' title='Gods Phone Call And Text Message'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9008139484152913380</id><published>2009-10-21T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:38:54.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>man lookin @ some of these facebook statuses from niggas back @ home is just agigtating. Some of ya'll need to get out of waldorf and do something with your selves. seriously, do something more productive with your lives instead of stalking high school girls and talking about how the world is out to get you. the worlds not out to get you,you just don't have a life and your lookin for an exscuse.back to my life, my i'm starting to get real discouraged more and more day by day. i guess it's time to get a tutor cuz it looks like my common knowledge has no credibility anymore. i thought i was goin to get a refund check. come to find out i'm not. i could have sworn 3 weeks ago some dick head that worked for the school told i was due for mine in 3 weeks and when i went on monday to pick it up and apparently i don't get one now. that upset me because i was hoping to take that money to put in my savings so i could buy books next semester. speaking of money i was suppose to start my work study a while ago but i still don't know where my social security or birth cirtificate is @,man i wish my mom told me where she kept all that stuff. so it looks like another good oppurtunity for me has been put to waste.man i hope things get better for me in the future cuz right now i'm not feeling to well.&lt;br /&gt;-Amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9008139484152913380?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9008139484152913380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9008139484152913380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9008139484152913380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9008139484152913380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1996210445168488609</id><published>2009-10-20T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:59:40.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This hit home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/?action=view&amp;current=appreciation.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c46/j_collector/appreciation.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did my normal issforum surfing and i checked out the powerful picture thread. of course i saw  some amazing photos in their but this one little gif someone made just touched me.if you watch the whole thing you would understand where i'm coming from.Click on the pic to so you can see the full screen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1996210445168488609?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1996210445168488609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1996210445168488609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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on facebook as usual. who  woulda thought i would never be on myspace anymore i used to be a myspace feind. i remember one day i got home(freshmen year of high school) from 3 pm to 12 a.m. i was on myspace talkin to damn near everyone i ever met in my life. lol just thinkin back on it makes me laugh. I think i finally got hip to what these college brauds are all about. basically for all the normal brauds all they do is party non stop,have intercourse with random niggas. then complain and regret it for years to come like it's someones fault knowing damn well they make their own decisions. for the few thats away from this statistic, they just go home every weekend to keep up with their high school sweethearts that they left @ home. pretty much college girls don't know what the hell they want until they get their degree or get pregnant. so sad but so true. peep game my niggas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4854387761892230126?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4854387761892230126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4854387761892230126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4854387761892230126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4854387761892230126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/kinda-bored.html' title='Kinda bored'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-1902997068288865404</id><published>2009-10-12T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:55:06.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares</title><content type='html'>well i had a nightmare last night. shit was terrible. i had dreamed that my mom was jus drinkin and she fell to the floor,and i tried to help her and i ask some people around me to help but they wouldn't so i started cryin and out of no where i started havin a random flash back about how i used to make my mother sing barney with me as a child. so i woke up startled and nervous. so later today my father called me and told me that he had a dream that he was takin my mom some where to meet some friends. and she was in the passenger seat talkin and she stopped talkin and when he looked in the seat he saw nothing but dead roses. he said that messed his whole mornin up. i never thought in my life i would ever have such a tragic experience like this. i talked to my father about how terrible my family is,but now i can careless about em, like he said all i need to worry about is school cuz my mom always wanted @ least one of her sons to get a degree. &lt;br /&gt;amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-1902997068288865404?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1902997068288865404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=1902997068288865404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lACvgBxBb3k/SbRN4pfNYbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/01xS41ZRarg/s72-c/Triple_Six_Mafia_Underground_Vol_2_Club_Memphis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-5510223661426041559</id><published>2009-10-09T11:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:35:54.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost 2pac interview</title><content type='html'>i'ma post all of em except the one with suge knight on the phone cuz it's pointless to watch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQexa5GFlw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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type='html'>gets worse. man i can't help but complain. i really don't think i'll be back next semester. my grades probably look terrible right now. i don't understand how u study for a test and still fail that shit. i go to the library everyday busting my brain. and the factt that i failed made me think like whats the fuckin point. i don't party and i don't hang out late anymore. just thinking about this shit is depressin. my situation gets worse day by day. i dislike my readin teacher with a passion. i want to fight that old bastard seriously. well i'm tired of bitchin right now so amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4381039742201270731?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4381039742201270731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4381039742201270731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4381039742201270731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4381039742201270731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-it-just.html' title='And it just'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8682015740330183648</id><published>2009-10-06T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:24:15.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>it's not of releif. i'm jus so tired of how my life's goin right now. i really dislike being broke. homecoming comin up this weekend and i can't even party cuz i can't afford it. i really dislike the fact that my dad is my only source of money. if i don't get it from him then i don't get it from anyone else. school on the other hand i guess is going well. i have idea how any of my grades are looking right now. all i can do is continue to do my homework every night. with every blog post that i write i seem sound worse and worse. my tolerance with females out here is officially slim. i honestly don't care anymore. when i'm trying to be a nice guy to them they like to pluck my nerves. shit reminds me of high school all over again. i'm just gonna stop paying them any mind from now on. i remember for health i was suppose change something about myself,so i decided to try to have a more positive outlook on life. honestly i can no longer attempt to think positive when i have so many negatives stand out more often than anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8682015740330183648?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8682015740330183648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8682015740330183648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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had since i left for school. saw some super old friends. i felt good to be around people that love you. my old high school had their homecoming this weekend. i saw a couple of youngester i used to be cool with back in the day. i notice alot of people back @ home really ain't doin shit. alot youngins gettin pregnant out the wood works. i think i'ma go back home in like 3 weeks or maybe til thanksgivin i haven't really thought it out yet. Well looks like another rough typical week @ morgan. &lt;br /&gt;Amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4517496085170604856?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4517496085170604856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4517496085170604856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4517496085170604856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4517496085170604856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3214385715578637674</id><published>2009-10-02T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:41:00.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So fucked up</title><content type='html'>i don't understand what i've done to anyone. but for some odd reason it seems like people like testing me out here. especially the women. i think i need to start being a jackass cuz they love to fuck wit me out here. right now i'm just sittin in my dorm wishing someone would do my hair. i had someone that was suppose to do it but i guess she disliked the way i was actin yesterday so now she refuses to do my hair. i guess it's cute to arggravate guys now in the 09. i shouldn't have told her that i was feelin her cuz every since then she's be pluckin my nerves. it's bad enough that i'm not really stable do to my circumstances i'm dealing with out here. but one slight positive out of this issue is that i'm goin home 2nite. i think matter of fact i know i need to get off this campus for the weekend cuz it's not healthy for me to be this angry. i haven't been this made since i got into a heated arguement with  my father months ago. So now i'm jus gonna sit in my dorm and let god handle my issue cuz if i go outside i know for a fact i will get kicked out of school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3214385715578637674?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3214385715578637674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3214385715578637674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3214385715578637674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3214385715578637674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-fucked-up.html' title='So fucked up'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-7586527229551410131</id><published>2009-09-29T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:30:31.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah</title><content type='html'>man i'm so broke right now it's seriously not funny. i could sit here and complain but it's not gonna solve anything. college on the other hand really isn't looking to promising either. i know i'm not suppose to think negative but i got a feeling that my grades won't be up to my dads standards and he's gonna stop payin for school. all i can do is hope n be humble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-7586527229551410131?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7586527229551410131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=7586527229551410131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7586527229551410131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/7586527229551410131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah.html' title='Ah'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3000598055842513343</id><published>2009-09-20T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:01:13.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon Son?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LITi7H4T72I&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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release date two days before christmas??? you gotta be fuckin kidding me. i think i'll save my money on that and just look for the old retro's on ebay. besides if i had to choose between the white and red 12's and the jams, 12's win that battle. simply because the 12's are underrated and the space jams i feel are highly overrated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-5534622162975033705?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5534622162975033705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=5534622162975033705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4PMRFkx07g&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4PMRFkx07g&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; November can't come soon enough man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4936984853296109603?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8284984462952194117</id><published>2009-09-04T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:17:39.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welp</title><content type='html'>first 2 weeks of school were pretty straight. yesterday was pretty fun. went to towson mall again with some people. let me tell u if u ever go to that mall you will not walk out empty handed. everytime i go there i spend money. found a north face track jacket that cost $70 @ macy's and i payed $17 for it. then when i went yesterday i copped some sun glasses form some place called anon or somethin like that 2 for $20. man u can't beat that price with a stick. well tonight starts the 3 day weekend. i still haven't left to go home yet. still waitin on a ride. the longer i sit here the more i think it's nothin @ home for me to do. my t.v.'s gonna chill in my dorm all weekend. so i have no where to play my ps3 now because my father won't let me play it on the vizio down stairs. unless we watching a blue ray movie. WTF is the point of that??? he gets the idea that if i play a game on there 2 long it'll leave a image on it. So it looks like i have to buy a hd tv this summer for myself. Cuz some of his little pet peeves just make no damn sense. but i can't argue cuz it's his. i wish my mom was still here cuz if she was she wouldn't care if i played on the t.v. or not. I honestly never thought that life would be so difficult without her. til i left for school. Man don't you hate when u get a message when it's to late??? my mom used to always tell me that her my dad and god were the only friends i have. She was right about that, i just dislike the fact that i can't talk to her about my problems anymore. My life is so odd now that it's hard to explain. I really don't have the closes family. which makes the situation worse. You know @ this point i don't care about fam anymore. i'm on my own now. it's just hard to accept that fact sometimes. I find it difficult to vent to people about my situation cuz their not expeiriencing it. I lost my mom @ a pivotal time of my life. a day before prom, 2 weeks from my graduation and my 18th bday. Talk about a unfortunate time in my life. Sometimes i used to model my family after some of my friends and their families. One of my closes friends has a family like a T.v. show. He pretty much got it made through my eyes. I wish my household was like his. but it's far from it and never will be. My oldest brother is still locked up. Day by day i start to care less for him. I somewhat show sympathy for him but it's hard because of what he put me and the rest of the household through. I used to hate not having a older brother to not play with or take me shopping like the rest of my friends and their older brothers. My ohter brother could only do but so much for me. now he's across the country. he still calls and checks up on me all the time. but other than him and my father thats all i have. I rarely talk to my sister. i guess it's hard to keep in touch with people when your focusing on yourself. i don't really hold anything against her. i just stop caring about trying to keep in touch with her. she like a female version of my father. and that drives me completely crazy. well i think i got enough venting out for the moment...Amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8284984462952194117?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8284984462952194117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8284984462952194117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8284984462952194117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8284984462952194117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/09/welp.html' title='Welp'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-9048566027956610315</id><published>2009-09-01T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:16:53.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Print 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/m1t3HBLgEz2U7ChyU48EXglIA9gPIDWGbUNR0B3YgBtYcbYtpa3LjW5CegzTj5A4wsEVzkTnX7uEerwglrD1DeRqjJPLLq4-/JayZ_blueprint3_cover_Roc4life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/m1t3HBLgEz2U7ChyU48EXglIA9gPIDWGbUNR0B3YgBtYcbYtpa3LjW5CegzTj5A4wsEVzkTnX7uEerwglrD1DeRqjJPLLq4-/JayZ_blueprint3_cover_Roc4life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i feel that j is out of his prime. i can't even lie. This cd isn't a flat out classic like some dick riders will do just because it has jay-z stamped on it. but i will say that this album has replay value. So yea when ya'll get a chance go head and cop it. Toughest joint to me is empire state of mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-9048566027956610315?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9048566027956610315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=9048566027956610315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9048566027956610315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/9048566027956610315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-print-3.html' title='Blue Print 3'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-3767079144988498539</id><published>2009-08-29T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:50:35.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P DJ AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/5k4q5v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/5k4q5v.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a huge dj am fan but the fact that he just died out of the random is crazy. reason why i say that is because him and travis barker survived that freak plane crash not to long ago. Man is one of my favorite recent nike commercials &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzFVpGtUZa8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzFVpGtUZa8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-3767079144988498539?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3767079144988498539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=3767079144988498539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3767079144988498539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/3767079144988498539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-dj-am.html' title='R.I.P DJ AM'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/5k4q5v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4644033056579984994</id><published>2009-08-27T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:33:46.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far my stay @ morgan is</title><content type='html'>pretty habitual. i swear this campus is just like high school with way more people. i thought this quote on quote college experience was suppose to change my life or be some giant party or somethin. it's far from wat people say it is. The parties are pretty wack. i'ma make this clear morgan is not a party school. i really don't see how kids fail out @ all. here's some reasons why i don't party. for one the girl to guy ratio is terrible. you'll spend a dub just to party with the same niggas and yougins you see on campus. well i'm sleepy now so i'll wrap ya'll up later &lt;br /&gt;amani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4644033056579984994?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4644033056579984994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4644033056579984994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4644033056579984994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4644033056579984994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-far-my-stay-morgan-is.html' title='So far my stay @ morgan is'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-6090232379561411944</id><published>2009-08-25T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:31:46.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Aaliyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cornersketches.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/aaliyah06081507021243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://cornersketches.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/aaliyah06081507021243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it's been 8 years already since she died in that plane crash. when i was younger i didn't think it was that big of a deal but as i got older and got into her music and acting career. man that was a big loss. man she was talented as ever clearly beautiful with a amazing voice to go with it. i tell you lifes a trip man. people leave this earth @ such a young age, i guess god has a master plan for everyone. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwDuhOdtwsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwDuhOdtwsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite songs by her. BTW peep the og 9's that her and R.kelly was rockin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-6090232379561411944?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6090232379561411944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=6090232379561411944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6090232379561411944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/6090232379561411944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-aaliyah.html' title='R.I.P Aaliyah'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4809354443818716105</id><published>2009-08-19T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:49:17.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>well the first week hasn't officially started. they made us come to school a week early. swear this is the longest week of my life. Already got a lll entorage put together. most of the kids in it are from southern maryland. i think we got like 1 youngin from bmore. went to a party and yea it slummed bad. i tried to play some go go but the dude that was doin the music didn't kno wat he was doin and to many people was bitchin. i almost had to glass a dike cuz she tried to take my ipod. sorry i don't discriminate. try to mess wit my stuff i'ma dog u especially if i don't know who the hell you are. anyways everything is pretty much perfect except for the women. it's like the lion king out here. you get like a lil number or 2 and then later that night you'll see a gang of niggas goosin on the same gurl. so i'm @ the point where i'ma jus chill to school start and hopefully just see one tight gurl and jus stick wit her. cuz trying to mess wit multiple women it's lookin like the thing to do right now. well i'm kinda sleepy so i'll blog ya'll later. peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4809354443818716105?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4809354443818716105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4809354443818716105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4809354443818716105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4809354443818716105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-8780376541564856110</id><published>2009-08-13T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:25:58.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>this week was my last week before i leave off to school. i must say as far as friends go. i believe this week was a prime example of true friends. i only hung out with a few people. it's funny half the people that said they was gonna hang with me before i left lied. i'm far from surprised.  i really never instill hope in people. why your probably asking,because all they'll do is let you down. believe me i got living proof all around me. My family is a example. when my mom died. i was shocked to see a good majority of my family congregate. i was kind of mad that it took my mom leaving for them to congregate but none the less i was somewhat happy. now lets fast forward to some weeks later. i can honestly count on my two hands of how many family members that still keep up with me. now i know communication works both ways but man @ this point it's hard to run behind people plus thats just something i don't do. You know its funny my mom always told me that your parents and god are the only people you have in this world. and she was right. i have a aunt that lives probably a half hour away from me. haven't heard from her since the 4th of july. Do i plan on calling her???hell no i just say eff it @ this point. i can careless anymore. she was suppose to order my senior pic's weeks ago. Guess it slipped her mind and i would love to do it myself but thats impossible since she took all my info for it. so it looks like my loss. Once saturday comes i'm pretty much by my damn self. I've always been a pretty independent individual so i guess it shouldn't be hard. just have to get in where i fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-8780376541564856110?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8780376541564856110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=8780376541564856110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8780376541564856110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/8780376541564856110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/well_13.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006119358632181617.post-4797492673646983739</id><published>2009-08-11T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:01:20.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwpXO0GsI/AAAAAAAAARE/gGnXWmF2FCs/s1600-h/DSCF1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwpXO0GsI/AAAAAAAAARE/gGnXWmF2FCs/s400/DSCF1028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766455459617474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwpKA1ZOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yCcsKVUvAAo/s1600-h/DSCF1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwpKA1ZOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yCcsKVUvAAo/s400/DSCF1026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766451911320802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwo_717hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UhJmqyWg6X0/s1600-h/DSCF1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwo_717hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UhJmqyWg6X0/s400/DSCF1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766449206029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwoqQ4HrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hNoBc-R_6tA/s1600-h/DSCF1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwoqQ4HrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hNoBc-R_6tA/s400/DSCF1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766443388673714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i went out to do some school shopping on saturday. copped a few nice items, i'm not the type of person to flaunt everything that i buy or whatever. anyways long story short i saw some houses out there that made me think. damn thats how i wanna live when i get older.i have no idea of what i'm majoring in yet but i gotta find something that will help me buy a house like these 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006119358632181617-4797492673646983739?l=wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4797492673646983739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8006119358632181617&amp;postID=4797492673646983739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4797492673646983739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006119358632181617/posts/default/4797492673646983739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wurdonthastreet.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Rashad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08082068943694895616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SygtX41Fp2I/AAAAAAAAARU/t7piKbVSXgU/S220/Snapshot_20091213_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4guyVlj3ogY/SoGwpXO0GsI/AAAAAAAAARE/gGnXWmF2FCs/s72-c/DSCF1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
