tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70673468283093629982011-11-27T18:42:00.725-05:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.comBlogger433125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-15311047450540416902011-11-15T19:19:00.001-05:002011-11-15T19:20:45.254-05:002011-11-15T19:20:45.254-05:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com1Written this to the Just Blaze produce "Lord Knows" by Drake feat. Rick Ross off Take Care Lord knows, Lord knows. I've been trying to reach that next level Shit hard, life going in circles like a pedestal Just a dollar and a dream like Cole said Call me greedy cause I want all the bread But what you do when the system is backwards Nice buildings in bad neighborhoods People you suppose to <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yARfhA2HY5pkSMVeVkonHP-nVFw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yARfhA2HY5pkSMVeVkonHP-nVFw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yARfhA2HY5pkSMVeVkonHP-nVFw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yARfhA2HY5pkSMVeVkonHP-nVFw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/ZVxOCr5wE58" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/11/written-this-to-just-blaze-produce-lord.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-71026540634154587682011-08-18T00:00:00.000-04:002011-08-18T00:00:33.993-04:002011-08-18T00:00:33.993-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoE9F9crrd1fRMdpQMAtQk7V_Z0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoE9F9crrd1fRMdpQMAtQk7V_Z0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoE9F9crrd1fRMdpQMAtQk7V_Z0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoE9F9crrd1fRMdpQMAtQk7V_Z0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/YZEslaS89nI" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/08/imperial-clothing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-89879358959650120942011-08-09T13:06:00.001-04:002011-08-09T13:06:48.301-04:002011-08-09T13:06:48.301-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0 Get More: MTV Shows <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DYZe_LTnG9WghHtN9JOpLD6FXow/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DYZe_LTnG9WghHtN9JOpLD6FXow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DYZe_LTnG9WghHtN9JOpLD6FXow/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DYZe_LTnG9WghHtN9JOpLD6FXow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/am9ziQA2rxE" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/08/mtv-check-in-with-j-cole.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-21507692809174120552011-07-30T23:39:00.000-04:002011-07-30T23:39:01.604-04:002011-07-30T23:39:01.604-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0 This is why do this shit I think they call this, ummm, venting Look. Uhhh. This is me. I'll never change. They want me to follow their ways. I rather just play the game. No support system, I'm a car with no frame. Do this shit by my lonesome, 1 player game. No big brother. No role model to claim. That's the reason why I fuck up still. Society is rough, that shit is real. Equal opportunity, <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9DANy5eGJV_f5XM2l4yU2aQjVw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9DANy5eGJV_f5XM2l4yU2aQjVw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9DANy5eGJV_f5XM2l4yU2aQjVw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9DANy5eGJV_f5XM2l4yU2aQjVw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/g5fo04NTiXQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/07/fear.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-18167345406736175622011-07-02T22:49:00.000-04:002011-07-02T22:49:21.918-04:002011-07-02T22:49:21.918-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0Lost Ones by J. Cole is the original song (Verse 1: younger me) Damn son, I can't imagine what it's like for you I put you in this position, now you trying to change what happened to you I know you wondering why your life is the way it is Like you feeling like a failure, like how your dreams ended up into this? Now I know you hate me, but I just wanna talk I just want to let you know we can <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etCcmCz9w4GwN3WJzaYxs_VzKSU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etCcmCz9w4GwN3WJzaYxs_VzKSU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etCcmCz9w4GwN3WJzaYxs_VzKSU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etCcmCz9w4GwN3WJzaYxs_VzKSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/Lf0DQ05b4AI" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-ones.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-8575960906604237602011-07-02T21:17:00.000-04:002011-07-02T21:17:03.088-04:002011-07-02T21:17:03.088-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me don't fuck with me. don't fuck with me I got ok money, hard working money I want executive money, I want entrepreneur money I want one women to share hearts with I want to be the one thing in her life she can't part with And lately, I've been thinking the greediest Desire to acquire, that feeling runs the deepest I go out at night and think under the <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YyEGtmXkOkYEMyPfvf5R0o9w0AA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YyEGtmXkOkYEMyPfvf5R0o9w0AA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YyEGtmXkOkYEMyPfvf5R0o9w0AA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YyEGtmXkOkYEMyPfvf5R0o9w0AA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/mo4JmunH_eE" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams-money-can-buy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-22941301441507098572011-07-02T20:01:00.000-04:002011-07-02T20:01:17.453-04:002011-07-02T20:01:17.453-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0A good friend of mine thinks my writing is a talent and that I should attempt to write songs. I honestly don't believe I am that good and this is the first time I would actually attempt to write a song. Hopefully it comes out well and you ladies enjoy it. Drake's "Marvin's Room" seems to be the song of the hour. Video already released and multiple versions already made by Sammy, Chris Brown, <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sjm9DXOk_MNiUNINh2YBR-2liBs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sjm9DXOk_MNiUNINh2YBR-2liBs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sjm9DXOk_MNiUNINh2YBR-2liBs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sjm9DXOk_MNiUNINh2YBR-2liBs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/qEzmoch_JQY" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/07/sabrinas-room.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-83305118044192626112011-06-29T00:56:00.001-04:002011-06-29T00:56:38.588-04:002011-06-29T00:56:38.588-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com1The distance between us made shit unbearable. Made our relationship go from great to fucking terrible. Texts and phone calls would never be enough. Was a matter of time before both of us were giving up. I'd loved her with all my heart, our love was true, so many outside bullshit that would never break through. She was my honey,  I was her baby, we made the perfect team, us together was an <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j-QTJdVOU-kGewGZdqdKnkU-JX0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j-QTJdVOU-kGewGZdqdKnkU-JX0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j-QTJdVOU-kGewGZdqdKnkU-JX0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j-QTJdVOU-kGewGZdqdKnkU-JX0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/nPrgJ9LB4io" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/06/heartbreak.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-10187608902319890662011-06-29T00:55:00.001-04:002011-06-29T00:55:29.965-04:002011-06-29T00:55:29.965-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0I long for it. I need it. The ability to love someone so much it consumes you. Friends say I am young and that I need to wait. But we only live once right? Is it wrong for me to find someone that I can love so deeply that I’m on an eternal high every second, minute, hour, day, etc. that I spend with her. I’ve have hits and misses. But with each separation the hunger for a soul mate grows <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XRZRZAEIC-7YZ_6gp9RHZdOVHw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XRZRZAEIC-7YZ_6gp9RHZdOVHw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XRZRZAEIC-7YZ_6gp9RHZdOVHw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XRZRZAEIC-7YZ_6gp9RHZdOVHw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/6FOmY8eEUxY" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-are-thou.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-47762308262246286592011-05-28T12:21:00.001-04:002011-05-28T12:21:26.852-04:002011-05-28T12:21:26.852-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WioRCFADO981Fcy0z6cf1mHBxLg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WioRCFADO981Fcy0z6cf1mHBxLg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WioRCFADO981Fcy0z6cf1mHBxLg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WioRCFADO981Fcy0z6cf1mHBxLg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/APVmrvXXznE" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/05/art-of-crossover.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-49212172810554128462011-05-15T00:21:00.000-04:002011-05-15T00:22:23.274-04:002011-05-15T00:22:23.274-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com1The sound of rain drops hitting the ground flood the bedroom. The crisp air flows throughout. I awaken as I make an attempt to grab the sheets to cover more of my body. My movements causes her to wake. She misses the warmth coming from my body and nudges closer to me. Leaving a soft kiss on my shoulder as she slow massages my back. Her nails trace over my skin, leaving chills down my spin. So <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7g3xMRSB-3kYGX9qVDPlLlvLd8s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7g3xMRSB-3kYGX9qVDPlLlvLd8s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7g3xMRSB-3kYGX9qVDPlLlvLd8s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7g3xMRSB-3kYGX9qVDPlLlvLd8s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/GSLRbXaWT4o" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/05/midsummers-dream.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-15134970880772086902011-04-30T17:44:00.001-04:002011-04-30T17:44:22.844-04:002011-04-30T17:44:22.844-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com2Fighting myself and fighting society. High expectations followed by low success rate. Up most confidence combined with clouds of doubt.This current life aint adequate. This is depressing and subpar. I need better than good enough. This is average and it may be fine for most. I gotta acquire more. A sense of fulfillment is lacking. Dragging on in mediocrity is slowing killing my passion.At the <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5afqhtZQKPBLOaknM8nZFk6vWY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5afqhtZQKPBLOaknM8nZFk6vWY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5afqhtZQKPBLOaknM8nZFk6vWY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5afqhtZQKPBLOaknM8nZFk6vWY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/vBQcd79vwHI" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/04/battle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-11274646098012159222011-04-30T17:24:00.001-04:002011-04-30T17:24:31.005-04:002011-04-30T17:24:31.005-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0No famous last name.No centuries of family wealth.No political power.No inheritance.No major corporations.She is my Queen and treats me like a King. No matter how many 0's are in the account I am rich with her by my side. She doesn't need royalty to display her elegance, class and beauty. I have no command over people, but total control over the love I have for her.We are not rich.We are not <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GQjiGtP0gNdDzZsSEHj8ke_azW8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GQjiGtP0gNdDzZsSEHj8ke_azW8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GQjiGtP0gNdDzZsSEHj8ke_azW8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GQjiGtP0gNdDzZsSEHj8ke_azW8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/m3h9c4AM0o4" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-family.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-7045525848080526352011-04-30T17:12:00.001-04:002011-04-30T17:12:14.920-04:002011-04-30T17:12:14.920-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0I don't know where you are. Don't know how you doing. Don't know how to get in contact with you. Thought it would last forever and now when I look back it seems so short. Took it for granted and I miss everything. Miss your smile and how nervous I used to make you. Kept you on your toes, each surprise, compliment, gift warming your heart. Miss the way I would cherish you. Miss making you feeling <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fGvhPT5Jw03YUs3RBAhjHFGk150/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fGvhPT5Jw03YUs3RBAhjHFGk150/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fGvhPT5Jw03YUs3RBAhjHFGk150/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fGvhPT5Jw03YUs3RBAhjHFGk150/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/I87YMRpgCow" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/04/memories.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-75282315806018573632011-04-19T18:16:00.001-04:002011-04-19T18:16:43.172-04:002011-04-19T18:16:43.172-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KpOnJyNxoCFQzYKMG05d2b5ONK0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KpOnJyNxoCFQzYKMG05d2b5ONK0/0/di" border="0" 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width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/04/lupe-fiasco-x-when-i-was-17.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-52120632538665276152011-03-31T15:19:00.001-04:002011-03-31T15:19:42.754-04:002011-03-31T15:19:42.754-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0Where do I belong? What am I suppose to be doing? When will the routine end? When will shit change? This aint what life is suppose to be for me? Measly checks, shitty job, no shorty, this shit is weak. I'm destined for better. I know none of this shit is me. Gotta get a new crib. Fat checks to match the fat whip. Respectful, so no fat ass bitch, just a shorty with tasty curves, call her miracle <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PmpZAsfPWTpeFAziLVrRzx8ORjU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PmpZAsfPWTpeFAziLVrRzx8ORjU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PmpZAsfPWTpeFAziLVrRzx8ORjU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PmpZAsfPWTpeFAziLVrRzx8ORjU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/_dGaU5rMdXQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/03/wtf.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-52120309085340406332011-03-28T17:42:00.000-04:002011-03-28T17:46:47.848-04:002011-03-28T17:46:47.848-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0You are the ground beneath my feet, the air that I breath, the blood that flows through my veins and the sun that shines on my skin. Without you I am nothing, with you I am everything plus. I love you like no other. And I am blessed to say you are not only my friend but the woman my heart beats for. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lbw-yWphEDZvsJpoCeECpqVgw3o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lbw-yWphEDZvsJpoCeECpqVgw3o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lbw-yWphEDZvsJpoCeECpqVgw3o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lbw-yWphEDZvsJpoCeECpqVgw3o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/YCX4oll7w-w" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/03/l.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067346828309362998.post-57715871382649758142011-03-27T14:52:00.001-04:002011-03-27T14:52:34.357-04:002011-03-27T14:52:34.357-04:00Stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11836499987712679155noreply@blogger.com0I miss u so bad, I need to see you. You are perfection in my eyes. And now your gone. The love I have for you will never go away. I just want you next to me.All I do is flash back to that night. The night I wish I could live over and over again. The night where nothing else mattered. The night where it was just me, you and our love.I remember it like it was yesterday. That voluptuous body across <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oSuk68V7F_g6tfb1i6BMlRH7PyY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oSuk68V7F_g6tfb1i6BMlRH7PyY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oSuk68V7F_g6tfb1i6BMlRH7PyY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oSuk68V7F_g6tfb1i6BMlRH7PyY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BrooklynBoyBlogginBluntly/~4/Gfdb-OYY47E" height="1" width="1"/>http://februarysfinest1.blogspot.com/2011/03/ode-2-u.html