May 22, 2007

Ban Pretty Ricky!

On the heels of the last post, check this. Not for work, but you gotta see this.

(In other words, look at it at work, but be careful…then promptly send it to all your co-workers.)

If this generation is molding the game my daughters are going to have spit to ‘em, I’ll be fighting lil’ suckers every damn day.

And if my sons did this?  They’d wake up with the classifieds on their faces and a highlighter on the night stand.  Not in my house, Jack.

May 22, 2007

Our Youth are Wiggy-Wack

There are lots of reasons I worry about our youth.  Aside from all the important ones–messed up schools and things like that–there’s one some might find trivial but that I think is seriously important.

Long of the short–I don’t think the next generation is gonna have a lick of game.

For evidence of this point, I insist you listen to this Pretty Ricky song.

WARNING–HEADPHONES AT WORK, FOR THIS IS REALLY VULGAR.  MAMA, JUST TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

Maybe you’ve heard it before.  I hadn’t, and that’s just because I avoid these dudes like the plague.  But man, peep that right there.  He wants to “(eff) you into a coma?”  What you wanna do that for?  You trying to steal her stuff jewelry while she’s asleep or something?  That ain’t what you want, homeboy.  Trust me.
If anyone thinks that’s sexy, then the entire generation is at peril.  That song is as sexy as athlete’s foot.

I’ll leave you with my girlfriend’s obersvation after hearing as much of the song as she could stomach.

“Why is it that ugly niggas talk about getting sex the most?”

Discuss.