Dont Be Such a Wussbag!!

Question: "Why do Good guys finish last?"


Do any of these scenarios ring a bell?


--An attractive woman in your life needs a ride Somewhere. So you DROP EVERYTHING to drive her.


OR how bout this one...


--A cute girl is low on cash, so you give her a couple dollars as a loan--even though you have a hundred other things you need to do with the money.


No matter which of these things may have happened to be YOU, I dont have to be psychic to tell you how things probably turned out:


--In the end, no matter how much you "helped" and did favors for women like this...they didnt end up spending time with you...until they "needed" something from you, that is.


Damn. Stings just typing those words...


To sum things up, your probably a wuss bag..and women can smell it on you..yup, they can---and NO, that wont stop them from taking advantage of it Mr. Nice Guy.


The Answer, so excellently explained by sir Raz Darnel----Good Guys finish last: " 'Cause they lack CONFIDENCE. nice guys substitute confidence with NICENESS. They figured they will cover up their INSECURITIES with niceness. The thing is to be more confident NOT less nice. Some girls can smell the insecure niceness a mile away so they WILL take advantage to see how far they can get away but in reality the woman wants a guy who is CONFIDENT enough to know that he is a CATCH. confidence is NOT arrogance. Emotionally healthy woman hate arrogance but loves CONFIDENCE."


There you have it..It all boils down to confidence. So grab your balls gentleman and show em why they want, no, NEED to be with such a manly catch like YOU. 


...and if you get shut down, cuz u probably will---lol---just take it as the young lady kindly saving your ass from wasting YOUR time, money, and efforts...("Gee, thanks")...SHE'S the loser, NOT you!

The Realization

Cut away the layers and strip the coating bare

Enough with smooth talk n riddles, make it clear

Cuz I can do without deceit, don't bring that over here

Like a simile, u simulate the things i wanna hear

Honey dripping from ur lips, enticing me to chill

But i ain't falling for that trap, so shawty keep it real

Why u gotta play my mind

running game to every guy

same lines, n over time u start believing in ur lies

A nigga gotta go through hoops man

Put pride aside to climb a mountain just to see if he stands...

A chance to get close enough to say "hello"

But all these walls make it hard to even get to know...

You, shut me out before I start

Another dagger to the heart

Pretty soon the chivalry will cut off sharp

But thats what happens when u put it on a pedestal

Young men open up to impress girls

Lose they mind and they vision cuz the lines are blurred

She don't know what she want, now his feelings hurt

Story of my life, can't even catch a break

Shoulda said something earlier, now its too late

Cuz her hearts holding on to another's lies

Still dealing with the hurt from those crying nights

And now a nigga sitting here back at square one

"Should I let it ride n on to the next one?"

As far as I'm concerned they losing on the best one

Can't no other brotha put it down on u and then some

I guess its never really safe to let em' in first

I wont fall for that trap again, the tables turned

Nah, its never safe to ever let em' in first

I won't fall for that trap again, lesson learned

But now I feel I'm running outta options, what else can i do?

Dressed down, shaped up, AND I smell good

Body right, game tight, AND yo boy can cook

But still I feel there's something missing when I take a look

Soul searching for that thing that'll make me whole

Lets be real, its winter time and I'm type alone

Wanting someone I can hold down and give my love

Ill make her proud, she'll crack smiles when she gets a thought

But nice guys finish last, yea the saying's true

So go get yours, eff the world, thats what ima do

Past experience got me hurting but I keep my cool

Mask it all with some sin like "who can I screw"

Get it poppin' in the whip then go tell my dudes

Just a lil thing i do to hide esteem issues

But in the end, honestly I'm not about that life

It gets old, the feelings gone and I'm off the high

Reaping seeds that I sowed inside potential wives

Karma is the mother of that future bride

And now I'm living in a cold world, stranded

Life's got me feeling like I'm sitting empty handed

No where to go cuz these emotions got me branded

And I be dressing up the wound cuz it ain't scab yet

But this cut is too deep for just a bandage

At times I feel not even God can even handle it

I end up focused on the hurt cuz it's a habit

Internalizing my pain with the tightest death grip

And I can't help it cuz the devil's got me twisted

I'm so good at doing sin, just call me gifted

what kinda water was i really even dipped in

Cuz the Holy Spirit's presence is what im really missing

Heaven only knows, I need to be made whole

I'm stumbling around in chains that need to be broke

Cast out the demons, free me from this slippery slope

On my knees screaming "Lord, I need to feel hope..."

Wardrobe Etiquette: Above the Influence

I remember distinctly a time when i was in the 8th grade and my pops had taken me to go back to school shopping for clothes. He had the money and so he decided where my clothes were gonna come from...we went to Burlington Coat Factory. That's where the war began. Dad: "I am not buying that for you; Its not even your size." Me: "COME ON DAD, YES IT IS!!! WTF! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT. JUST BECAUSE I DONT DRESS LIKE YOU...." --->(Hell no i didnt really say "WTF"...out loud at least!). I wanted that 2XL ENYCE tee with the size 34/36 FUBU jeans...baggy fit lol. This is what I was fighting for. This is what children do when they dont get their way..They yell and cause a scene in public...That was about 7 years ago...

I went to the mall yesterday and I couldnt believe what I was seeing. Do we still do this kinda *ish??:

 

????? It behooves me to believe that this kinda thing is still running rampant..GTFOH!! its about to be 2011 fellas -__-...I know, I know, even I like my jeans to sit a lil below my waist but the Kris Kross era of baggy-ness is DEAD! You, my friend, official look stoOopid ( intentional spelling):

So, i beg of you...from gentleman to future gentleman----------------->

 Only YOU (*insert exaggerated finger point*) can stop the maddness!!...and now a message from our sponsors (not really lol):

 

Poppin' the Blog Cherry (lol)

Whats good World. This is my first blog ofcourse so things are gonna be starting off slow; but hey what you could do is throw a brother a couple pointers :). I dont really know what I want to blog about but for now its just gonna be about my random thoughts and insights...Be warned however, u might not like what u read..BUT, i dont care lol