bobbysketch

A picture is worth a thousand words, a video is 30 pictures per second – you do the math.

As Lost takes a break from the air, I’ll digress into some of my other passions: baseball, music and food. I’m playing fantasy baseball this year, so I might actually know a little bit about what’s going on in the rest of the MLB.

What to look for on bobbysketch in the coming days/weeks:

-Videos from “The Cribs” concert
-Random talk about the Mets and how they are better than your team
-Gluttony

Ah, spring is in the air.

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
but keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up, until I made it
Now y’all sayin that’s a clever nigga, nuttin to play with
Hate on me, I blew but I’m the same ol G
People warn me, when you’re on top there’s envy
Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us
Sayin we left the hood but can’t get it out of us
My bad, should I step out my shoes, give ‘em to you?
Here’s my cars and my house, you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect hoe?

It’s a thin line between paper and hate
friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause while drivin niggas shot at my doors
Plottin I’m sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaws
Tried, stickin me up, but I flipped on these ducks (you tried)
Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up (that’s what you get)
Niggas fear what they don’t understand, hate what they can’t conquer
Guess it’s just the fury of man
Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin
I’m as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin

Full lyrics here.

The next day she went to her drawer
Look up her local attorney at law
Went to the phone and filed the police report
And then she took the guy’s ass to court
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed
‘She lies that little slut!’
The judge knew that he was full of shit
And he gave him 25 years
And now his heart is filled with tears

That night in jail it was getting late
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed
But the guards paid no attention to his cries

Although a horrific subject matter, Sublime tackles the evils of rape with humor laden lyrics. The perpetrator’s violation ends up violating him. A pretty straight forward moral tale. (continue reading…)

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can’t.
And everytime we fight i know it’s not right,
everytime that you’re upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can’t.

English singer-songwriter Kate Nash’s lead single is about a relationship on the verge of crumbling. (continue reading…)