My name is Chris. My Tumblr is str8, if you like something on it then click that little button in the corner and let a pimp know. I post how I feel. Jesus is my lifesaver so I am Second. -Roo to da good bruhz
Now entrar en mi bandeja de entrada por favor
-Gracias
Ps. You can't whoop me tho
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I miss you
8 Day Challenge
8 Facts about me
1) My Middle name is De Lone but the “e” is slient
2) I was raised C.O.G.I.C.
3) I get a little emotional watching Lion King and Toy Story 3
4) I’m very Pro Black
5) On November 16th 2009 I crossed the burning sands into Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Inc. Fall 09, #5TailDawg, Yayo’s 5 Hounds of Redemption, Mighty 9th D, Xany Xi Delta The Quiet Riot Chapter
6) My major is Family and Child Development and I ultimately want to open up my own marriage counseling practice
7) I was born and raised in the West but I’ve always wanted to marry a woman from the south
8) I love me some Jesus Christ
Boys don’t wana see me in the bones bruh (Taken with instagram)
Usually the topics of my poems (Taken with instagram)
One of the many reasons I love black women
Its going. I’m thuggin it out. How about you?
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Cuz’ we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I’d be geeked when she’d come around
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
-I used to love H.E.R. x Common
Look
I just wanna make you better, I think I can save you
But I think I’m Bi-Polar, I love you, then I hate you
Grew of disdain, though I hate whoever ain’t you
Hate when I can’t date you, but I also need my space too
I made room for this love, how foolish of me
And every woman lookin’ at you, knew that you was lucky
So check the verse Miss, I ain’t say I’m perfect
But you was low on love, what I do? Reimbursed it
And now it hurts to be around or converse witcha
And what’s worse is before this I had worse witcha
Now war missles, handguns and grenades
The wars I couldn’t break, Imma take ‘em apart with a tank
And Momma told me, “Be careful who you love”
Gee said, “Just wrap it up, these bitches actin’ up”
And as for us, we was different though, things have gotten difficult
Tried to be, Mr. Perfect, Intercontinental, hold up
You spend your time with your fiends, all the time
And all that time, with your friends, put my momentum on decline
My mind’s gone evil, you changed with the season
You had a nuclear heart, guess I was Hiroshima
So now I need some Xan, need some Remy and some Reefer
So when this war is over I’m not PTSDing
And I don’t wanna leave her, but you know what got me wondering?
I’m scared to lose love, but even more scared to love again
The War x Wale
Simply put, what separates white racism from any other form, and what makes anti-black, anti-brown, anti-yellow, or anti-red humor more biting and more dangerous than its anti-white equivalent is the ability of the former to become lodged in the minds of and perceptions of the citizenry.
White perceptions are what end up counting in a white-dominated society. If whites say Indians are savages (be they of the “noble” or vicious type), then by God, they’ll be seen as savages. If Indians say whites are mayonnaise-eating Amway salespeople, who the hell is going to care? If anything, whites will simply turn it into a marketing opportunity. When you have the power, you can afford to be self-deprecating, after all.
The day that someone produces a newspaper ad that reads: “Twenty honkies for sale today: good condition, best offer accepted,” or “Cracker to be lynched tonight: whistled at black woman,” then perhaps I’ll see the equivalence of these slurs with the more common type to which we’ve grown accustomed.
When white churches start getting burned down by militant blacks who spray paint “kill the honkies” on the sidewalks outside, then maybe I’ll take seriously these concerns over “reverse racism.”
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As much as i hate to admit it… This is true (Taken with instagram)
Random fact about me:
Most prestigious after that Good ol Que Psi Phi! RQQQQQQ!!!!!!
I can tell an Alpha man or an Alpha aspirant
from a million miles away
I love Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. like something serious. The most prestigious org for black men.
Fire and Ice for life <3
oop-phi!!!!!
Perfection
