Reality

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-03-2005, 06:02 PM

Reality

Real like
Tracks and synthetic braid hair
Gold caps and chains from the Korean stores
Real like a black girl with blond hair and a white dude with locs
Locked mentalities
Chained to standards of the definition some group called THEY,
Came up with
And while we keep up with what THEY are saying
THEY sit in mansions coming up with the next code of rhetoric to give us
And THEY sip on Christal because THEY said it was the best thing to drink
And THEY count dollars and gold relishing on the fact that THEY have been
Officially established as THEM

And they pride themselves for the art of illusion they specialize in

And we wait for them to paint us this picture

This high society picture

This ghetto fabulous glamorous picture

This get a record deal got it made, be a video hoe for extra change, be like Mike

Picture

This B.E.T. gospel picture

Of course because only THEY know

So….

So the dude who comes outta jail from serving time from traffic court isn’t real
And he still doesn’t have a valid driver’s license so
He can’t take that better job in Mentor and is limited to the job at the local KFC
And he’s got 2 children from a baby mamma who wants cheddar for her pockets
And she wants cheddar for her fridge
And cheat-er didn’t even come into the reality of this man’s life because
What was real was that he was taking care of his only son who looks
NOTHING LIKE HIM,
But looks sus-piciously like his best friend who isn’t so best these days
And for days,
actually months
He’s been coming around less
He says he has family stress
Which coincidently started 3 months after the baby was born
And that’s real
Real like the green eyes and birthmark that matches this dude’s best friend

But

Thinking that this woman cheated on him

Is a sin

It ain’t real

It’s a fallacy

It’s a fallacy

That this bond he feels with this boy
The love he feels when he watches him sleeping
The knowledge that when his green eyed son will crawl to him at sunrise
Knowing that his son saw God in him even at his most vulnerable
It’s not real that when he takes his green eyed son to the park with him his

Baby mamma is locking ankles around bed posts so that his real best friend can work her guts
I’m telling you, this shit aint real

It’s not real

It’s not real that when his best friend leaves the house he leaves behind drug paraphernalia
And a day later his green eyed son finds a plastic bag full of what looks like sugar
And he eats half the bag
And this sugar isn’t sweet

Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine?

It isn’t pretty

It looks like hope bleeding from the artery

It looks like the devil devouring your most sincere prayer to God

It looks like sin making its way into the gates of heaven

The baby begins seizing

The baby starts screaming

And he’s screaming at the top of his lungs

Shit, this can’t be real

Do 6 month old babies even know how to scream?

It’s not real

It wasn’t even his son

But that mentality is all he knew

And that mentality is what made it real

Where were THEY when they needed him?

When he sat in hospital room watching his green eyed son green like a vegetable, with vegetable brain
Brain dead
While his best friend’s guilt spilled into the room like a river damn collapsing from pressure
Knowing this boy was really his son
Knowing that he really just killed his son
Where were THEY

They who defined reality

They who made everything better by just establishing this shit wasn’t real

This can’t be real

Real like

Microwaveable pork rinds and kosher chittlins

Real like Whitney and Bobby being clean and Pamela Lee’s tits

Real like Welfare workers giving a fuck about anyone, really just wishing they could qualify to get food stamps and a check every month

Real like every dead beat dad deciding to pay child support

Real like skank hoes being housewives

Real like the nonexistence of racial profiling in suburban communities

Real like Sierra Leone being a myth

Real like LL Cool J really being the greatest of all times

Real like the pain dude saw when stared into his baby mammas eyes

Real like the pain he felt growing deep inside

Real like the forgiveness he must feel, but didn’t know why

Real like longing for his green eyed baby boy to begin to cry

Praying that the spirit of his son was in the heavenly skies

This can’t be real

When reality is only a perception of what one sees, hears, and or feels

Everything is real and

Nothing is reality

It just is what it is

And that’s real…or

Is it?

By: Ms.Key daQueen aka Akilah Muhammad

*I'm doing this at my show FRIDAY...I did it last night at Spitboxin!*

twinkletoes · 08-03-2005, 10:58 PM

Yo MISSKEY - I'm the new leader of your fan club. This is by far the hottest drop I've ever read here in the realm...

After I got into the 2nd verse "So the dude who comes outta jail..." I started feeling like this was really two separate poems, but the way you brought it back at the end made it so much more powerful.

Your word choice is fuckin crazy - "It looks like hope bleeding from the artery..."
"and they pride themselves for the art of illusion they specialize in..."

Wow - I could go on, but I'm starting to sound like a groupie! Keep the REALness coming!

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-03-2005, 11:14 PM

Thanks for not sleeping on this!!

I appreciate it! I'm just blessed to be surrounded by such talented people on and off the net! Shiot is happening so quick right now!!

BTW, I was thinking this was too long..and maybe that's why people din't respond but...eh..ya know! it is what it is!

Peace and blessings mah!!

illpoetical · 08-04-2005, 10:56 PM

fire...thats all that is needed

skandelous_lala · 08-05-2005, 08:06 AM

Amazing work as usual. I would love to hear this performed. It's like a story within a story and almost within another story..it touches on so many thing that makes one think.

Quotive · 08-05-2005, 11:42 PM

oh

my

fucking

god

...........

damnnnnnnnnnn

i'm sooo sorry for not replying yet, god damn.. this was fucking ill, man.. i need to come chill with you lol for real..

"So the dude who comes outta jail from serving time from traffic court isn't real
And he still doesn't have a valid driver's license so
He can't take that better job in Mentor and is limited to the job at the local KFC"

you know, i thought you were going in a different direction with this, with the whole real comparisons at the beginning. i thought you were saying just because he served for traffic violations, he isn't as real as the other dudes in jail, but you got me there...

"Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine?"

most powerful line of the poem, that made me say "shit" ... is this inspired by a true story, or just thoughts you had? if this is true, damn..

"Real like every dead beat dad deciding to pay child support

Real like skank hoes being housewives

Real like the nonexistence of racial profiling in suburban communities

Real like Sierra Leone being a myth

Real like LL Cool J really being the greatest of all times"

i've never really read a deep story with humor in it.. these similies were, so perfect for this poem. it has everything.. similies, imagery, and shit.

man, i respect your work so much.. you inspire me to be a better writer, and a better person.. keep writing until you can't.. word up

ManMadeofAshes · 08-06-2005, 03:35 AM

nice poem. I like the way it was put together. I like the first stanza when you point out who defines our reality (to some extent) and in the end still question whats real.

touch up on lots of good stuff. very needed

ashes

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-06-2005, 09:42 AM

I am so glad you guys are feeling this piece. I did it at my show last night!

It means a lot. You all pretty much got the point. I wanted to touch on all facets of reality. All concepts (or many at least)

I made the comparisons because reality is always so limited nowadays.

"Keeping it real", "Real life.."..yadda yadda, if life could be defined by people who try to mold it...what would it be like?

No ones reality is identical to the next! So..in essence there is no real reality...just how we interpret it...sometimes real situations just have a way of not being good at all..

Yah, feel me?lol

eh ionno

Peace and love always yah!

Bhitiah · 08-08-2005, 04:37 AM

damn....

"Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine?

It isn’t pretty

It looks like hope bleeding from the artery

It looks like the devil devouring your most sincere prayer to God

It looks like sin making its way into the gates of heaven

The baby begins seizing

The baby starts screaming

And he’s screaming at the top of his lungs

Shit, this can’t be real

Do 6 month old babies even know how to scream?

It’s not real

It wasn’t even his son

But that mentality is all he knew

And that mentality is what made it real"

Damn....

"Real like the forgiveness he must feel, but didn’t know why

Real like longing for his green eyed baby boy to begin to cry

Praying that the spirit of his son was in the heavenly skies

This can’t be real

When reality is only a perception of what one sees, hears, and or feels

Everything is real and

Nothing is reality

It just is what it is

And that’s real…or

Is it?"

Damn....

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-08-2005, 11:25 AM

^^lol..thanks mah!

Koban4max2 · 08-08-2005, 05:52 PM

What a fake world. Good poem about fake people in fake world.
But I'm real because I'm not plastic recycling material.

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-08-2005, 08:31 PM

^^^And that's real!!

*Hott Chocolate* · 08-09-2005, 06:51 AM

damn girl. this is such a good one! it really makes u think...

Nu Afrikka · 08-10-2005, 12:15 PM

"Knowing that his son saw God in him even at his most vulnerable"

This line right here defines the role that every man should play in his household...He's should be the priest of his home. His children should be able to see God in him. Great poem, it was on point starting with the misconceptions that our generation has because folks are willing to conform to the stereotypes projected by the media and our own people.
But the truth is when suffer the consequences for our actions that are subliminally inspired by the things " one sees, hears, and or feels" we are the only ones who suffer the consequences, and it doesn't get any realer than this

But nice drop, and thanks for peeping my poem.

6ftground · 08-12-2005, 05:09 PM

I have seen words and read words..
But I have never read words of a Queen until now...Nice drop..

Quote:

Originally Posted by MISSKEYdaQUEEN

Reality

Real like
Tracks and synthetic braid hair
Gold caps and chains from the Korean stores
Real like a black girl with blond hair and a white dude with locs
Locked mentalities
Chained to standards of the definition some group called THEY,
Came up with
And while we keep up with what THEY are saying
THEY sit in mansions coming up with the next code of rhetoric to give us
And THEY sip on Christal because THEY said it was the best thing to drink
And THEY count dollars and gold relishing on the fact that THEY have been
Officially established as THEM

And they pride themselves for the art of illusion they specialize in

And we wait for them to paint us this picture

This high society picture

This ghetto fabulous glamorous picture

This get a record deal got it made, be a video hoe for extra change, be like Mike

Picture

This B.E.T. gospel picture

Of course because only THEY know

So….

So the dude who comes outta jail from serving time from traffic court isn’t real
And he still doesn’t have a valid driver’s license so
He can’t take that better job in Mentor and is limited to the job at the local KFC
And he’s got 2 children from a baby mamma who wants cheddar for her pockets
And she wants cheddar for her fridge
And cheat-er didn’t even come into the reality of this man’s life because
What was real was that he was taking care of his only son who looks
NOTHING LIKE HIM,
But looks sus-piciously like his best friend who isn’t so best these days
And for days,
actually months
He’s been coming around less
He says he has family stress
Which coincidently started 3 months after the baby was born
And that’s real
Real like the green eyes and birthmark that matches this dude’s best friend

But

Thinking that this woman cheated on him

Is a sin

It ain’t real

It’s a fallacy

It’s a fallacy

That this bond he feels with this boy
The love he feels when he watches him sleeping
The knowledge that when his green eyed son will crawl to him at sunrise
Knowing that his son saw God in him even at his most vulnerable
It’s not real that when he takes his green eyed son to the park with him his

Baby mamma is locking ankles around bed posts so that his real best friend can work her guts
I’m telling you, this shit aint real

It’s not real

It’s not real that when his best friend leaves the house he leaves behind drug paraphernalia
And a day later his green eyed son finds a plastic bag full of what looks like sugar
And he eats half the bag
And this sugar isn’t sweet

Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine?

It isn’t pretty

It looks like hope bleeding from the artery

It looks like the devil devouring your most sincere prayer to God

It looks like sin making its way into the gates of heaven

The baby begins seizing

The baby starts screaming

And he’s screaming at the top of his lungs

Shit, this can’t be real

Do 6 month old babies even know how to scream?

It’s not real

It wasn’t even his son

But that mentality is all he knew

And that mentality is what made it real

Where were THEY when they needed him?

When he sat in hospital room watching his green eyed son green like a vegetable, with vegetable brain
Brain dead
While his best friend’s guilt spilled into the room like a river damn collapsing from pressure
Knowing this boy was really his son
Knowing that he really just killed his son
Where were THEY

They who defined reality

They who made everything better by just establishing this shit wasn’t real

This can’t be real

Real like

Microwaveable pork rinds and kosher chittlins

Real like Whitney and Bobby being clean and Pamela Lee’s tits

Real like Welfare workers giving a fuck about anyone, really just wishing they could qualify to get food stamps and a check every month

Real like every dead beat dad deciding to pay child support

Real like skank hoes being housewives

Real like the nonexistence of racial profiling in suburban communities

Real like Sierra Leone being a myth

Real like LL Cool J really being the greatest of all times

Real like the pain dude saw when stared into his baby mammas eyes

Real like the pain he felt growing deep inside

Real like the forgiveness he must feel, but didn’t know why

Real like longing for his green eyed baby boy to begin to cry

Praying that the spirit of his son was in the heavenly skies

This can’t be real

When reality is only a perception of what one sees, hears, and or feels

Everything is real and

Nothing is reality

It just is what it is

And that’s real…or

Is it?

By: Ms.Key daQueen aka Akilah Muhammad

*I'm doing this at my show FRIDAY...I did it last night at Spitboxin!*

Mind~$oul · 08-15-2005, 01:45 PM

Sad truth. Seen shit like this so many times it almost seems normal. You painted the picture well with these words.

One luv

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 08-16-2005, 09:58 PM

Mad love and respect to all of you guys!!!

08-03-2005, 06:02 PM	#1 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	Reality Reality Real like Tracks and synthetic braid hair Gold caps and chains from the Korean stores Real like a black girl with blond hair and a white dude with locs Locked mentalities Chained to standards of the definition some group called THEY, Came up with And while we keep up with what THEY are saying THEY sit in mansions coming up with the next code of rhetoric to give us And THEY sip on Christal because THEY said it was the best thing to drink And THEY count dollars and gold relishing on the fact that THEY have been Officially established as THEM And they pride themselves for the art of illusion they specialize in And we wait for them to paint us this picture This high society picture This ghetto fabulous glamorous picture This get a record deal got it made, be a video hoe for extra change, be like Mike Picture This B.E.T. gospel picture Of course because only THEY know So…. So the dude who comes outta jail from serving time from traffic court isn’t real And he still doesn’t have a valid driver’s license so He can’t take that better job in Mentor and is limited to the job at the local KFC And he’s got 2 children from a baby mamma who wants cheddar for her pockets And she wants cheddar for her fridge And cheat-er didn’t even come into the reality of this man’s life because What was real was that he was taking care of his only son who looks NOTHING LIKE HIM, But looks sus-piciously like his best friend who isn’t so best these days And for days, actually months He’s been coming around less He says he has family stress Which coincidently started 3 months after the baby was born And that’s real Real like the green eyes and birthmark that matches this dude’s best friend But Thinking that this woman cheated on him Is a sin It ain’t real It’s a fallacy It’s a fallacy That this bond he feels with this boy The love he feels when he watches him sleeping The knowledge that when his green eyed son will crawl to him at sunrise Knowing that his son saw God in him even at his most vulnerable It’s not real that when he takes his green eyed son to the park with him his Baby mamma is locking ankles around bed posts so that his real best friend can work her guts I’m telling you, this shit aint real It’s not real It’s not real that when his best friend leaves the house he leaves behind drug paraphernalia And a day later his green eyed son finds a plastic bag full of what looks like sugar And he eats half the bag And this sugar isn’t sweet Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine? It isn’t pretty It looks like hope bleeding from the artery It looks like the devil devouring your most sincere prayer to God It looks like sin making its way into the gates of heaven The baby begins seizing The baby starts screaming And he’s screaming at the top of his lungs Shit, this can’t be real Do 6 month old babies even know how to scream? It’s not real It wasn’t even his son But that mentality is all he knew And that mentality is what made it real Where were THEY when they needed him? When he sat in hospital room watching his green eyed son green like a vegetable, with vegetable brain Brain dead While his best friend’s guilt spilled into the room like a river damn collapsing from pressure Knowing this boy was really his son Knowing that he really just killed his son Where were THEY They who defined reality They who made everything better by just establishing this shit wasn’t real This can’t be real Real like Microwaveable pork rinds and kosher chittlins Real like Whitney and Bobby being clean and Pamela Lee’s tits Real like Welfare workers giving a fuck about anyone, really just wishing they could qualify to get food stamps and a check every month Real like every dead beat dad deciding to pay child support Real like skank hoes being housewives Real like the nonexistence of racial profiling in suburban communities Real like Sierra Leone being a myth Real like LL Cool J really being the greatest of all times Real like the pain dude saw when stared into his baby mammas eyes Real like the pain he felt growing deep inside Real like the forgiveness he must feel, but didn’t know why Real like longing for his green eyed baby boy to begin to cry Praying that the spirit of his son was in the heavenly skies This can’t be real When reality is only a perception of what one sees, hears, and or feels Everything is real and Nothing is reality It just is what it is And that’s real…or Is it? By: Ms.Key daQueen aka Akilah Muhammad I'm doing this at my show FRIDAY...I did it last night at Spitboxin! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980) Last edited by MISSKEYdaQUEEN; 08-03-2005 at 06:14 PM. Reason: age conflict

08-03-2005, 10:58 PM	#2 (permalink)
twinkletoes Registered User Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Melbourne, Florida Posts: 118	Yo MISSKEY - I'm the new leader of your fan club. This is by far the hottest drop I've ever read here in the realm... After I got into the 2nd verse "So the dude who comes outta jail..." I started feeling like this was really two separate poems, but the way you brought it back at the end made it so much more powerful. Your word choice is fuckin crazy - "It looks like hope bleeding from the artery..." "and they pride themselves for the art of illusion they specialize in..." Wow - I could go on, but I'm starting to sound like a groupie! Keep the REALness coming! __________________ "Even the sun goes down - Heros eventually die - Horoscopes often lie." - OUTKAST

08-03-2005, 11:14 PM	#3 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	Thanks for not sleeping on this!! I appreciate it! I'm just blessed to be surrounded by such talented people on and off the net! Shiot is happening so quick right now!! BTW, I was thinking this was too long..and maybe that's why people din't respond but...eh..ya know! it is what it is! Peace and blessings mah!! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980)

08-04-2005, 10:56 PM	#4 (permalink)
illpoetical raising the bar everyday Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Long Island Posts: 1,533	fire...thats all that is needed __________________ How vain it is to sit down and write when you have not stood up to live. The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think.

08-05-2005, 08:06 AM	#5 (permalink)
skandelous_lala back from the dead Join Date: Sep 2000 Location: Hey! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on! Posts: 26,707	Amazing work as usual. I would love to hear this performed. It's like a story within a story and almost within another story..it touches on so many thing that makes one think. __________________ ALL YOU REALLY KNOW IS WHAT I CHOOSE TO SHOW Good Mourning, Good afternoon, Good nite, what have you done with your life?. Everybody's time comes to be embraced by the light you only afraid to die when you ain't livin right

08-06-2005, 03:35 AM	#7 (permalink)
ManMadeofAshes *DREAMER Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: at home Posts: 635	nice poem. I like the way it was put together. I like the first stanza when you point out who defines our reality (to some extent) and in the end still question whats real. touch up on lots of good stuff. very needed ashes __________________ http://www.myspace.com/manmadeofashes

08-06-2005, 09:42 AM	#8 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	I am so glad you guys are feeling this piece. I did it at my show last night! It means a lot. You all pretty much got the point. I wanted to touch on all facets of reality. All concepts (or many at least) I made the comparisons because reality is always so limited nowadays. "Keeping it real", "Real life.."..yadda yadda, if life could be defined by people who try to mold it...what would it be like? No ones reality is identical to the next! So..in essence there is no real reality...just how we interpret it...sometimes real situations just have a way of not being good at all.. Yah, feel me?lol eh ionno Peace and love always yah! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980) Last edited by MISSKEYdaQUEEN; 08-06-2005 at 09:51 AM.

08-08-2005, 04:37 AM	#9 (permalink)
Bhitiah Powerful Scriptures Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 1,168	damn.... "Have you seen a 6 month old baby overdose on cocaine? It isn’t pretty It looks like hope bleeding from the artery It looks like the devil devouring your most sincere prayer to God It looks like sin making its way into the gates of heaven The baby begins seizing The baby starts screaming And he’s screaming at the top of his lungs Shit, this can’t be real Do 6 month old babies even know how to scream? It’s not real It wasn’t even his son But that mentality is all he knew And that mentality is what made it real" Damn.... "Real like the forgiveness he must feel, but didn’t know why Real like longing for his green eyed baby boy to begin to cry Praying that the spirit of his son was in the heavenly skies This can’t be real When reality is only a perception of what one sees, hears, and or feels Everything is real and Nothing is reality It just is what it is And that’s real…or Is it?" Damn.... __________________ You can bomb the world to peices, but cant bomb into peace

08-08-2005, 11:25 AM	#10 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	^^lol..thanks mah! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980)

08-08-2005, 05:52 PM	#11 (permalink)
Koban4max2 Registered User Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 137	What a fake world. Good poem about fake people in fake world. But I'm real because I'm not plastic recycling material.

08-08-2005, 08:31 PM	#12 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	^^^And that's real!! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980)

08-09-2005, 06:51 AM	#13 (permalink)
Hott Chocolate current mood: happy Join Date: May 2000 Location: the goodland Posts: 4,380	damn girl. this is such a good one! it really makes u think... __________________ "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." -Gandhi

08-10-2005, 12:15 PM	#14 (permalink)
Nu Afrikka The Re'velator Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: I am but a traveler passing by, on my way home. Posts: 2,252	"Knowing that his son saw God in him even at his most vulnerable" This line right here defines the role that every man should play in his household...He's should be the priest of his home. His children should be able to see God in him. Great poem, it was on point starting with the misconceptions that our generation has because folks are willing to conform to the stereotypes projected by the media and our own people. But the truth is when suffer the consequences for our actions that are subliminally inspired by the things " one sees, hears, and or feels" we are the only ones who suffer the consequences, and it doesn't get any realer than this But nice drop, and thanks for peeping my poem. __________________ "...Repent and be baptized..." --Acts 2:38

08-15-2005, 01:45 PM	#16 (permalink)
Mind~$oul I'm Pretty Join Date: Apr 2001 Location: North Memphis BITCH! Posts: 17,145	Sad truth. Seen shit like this so many times it almost seems normal. You painted the picture well with these words. One luv __________________ "Everybody wanna be a nicca, but don't nobody wanna be a nicca"-Paul Mooney "I tried to live right, but society aint made for niccas to live right"-Joe Budden

08-16-2005, 09:58 PM	#17 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	Mad love and respect to all of you guys!!! __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980)