Music is what I'm busy with now.

Somethin Like This..

I really don't know

What to do with myself..

Drake Invented The New Freestyle

It's called "Pre-written Verses"

Shiiiit give it up to the new era of freestyle!!.....oh

"Yo Lets Chill"

What does it mean to "chill"? Does it mean to be lazy and do nothing? I hate it when somebody asks me if I wanna "chill". That shit sounds way too boring to even became almost interested. For me to "chill" with you I'd have to be incredible interested in who you are as a person, or you have something of interest to me. Sounds shallow I guess but it's true. I understand "Chill out", for those real hype niggas who need some A.D.D. meds to slow their scrawny ass's down. But to "chill", just seems blan and uneventful. I think staring at a manilla folder glued on a beige wall has more excitement than the most riveting of "chill sessions". When you read this know never to invite me to "chill", or I'll explain to you how you are so boring you couldn't have thought of something better to do than bring me into your boredom so we can scratches our asses in unison on your living room couch.

Choo Chooo

I'm am now becoming disgusted with the population around me. I'm getting confused when I think about how far people will go but shit I guess there will be whores in the world; I mean pornstars get started by getting gang-banged by their friends right? There is nothing so pathetic as a bore who claims attention - and gets it. There are so many different types of distracting people I know but I don't understand how some so lost and confused and..dirty...get such an ability to dampen the surrounding masses. I mean I know people so fucked up they are on Valtrex, and some so cowardly they won't even go get tested. These two types of people played a role in this recent gangbang. This shit grosses me out to a new level I can't understand. People only really have depth on the surface, because deep down inside almost everybody is shallow. Besides this cities nasty, dirt encrusted laundry I'm learning about, everybodies need for some sort of self validation is equally pathetic than their overly egotistical counter parts who bathe in the ignorance of their own words. Where can I breathe in this cluttered, smog filled valley?

Normal to Natural

All I've been striving for is a sense of normality in these past couple of weeks. This is my biggest fault. I've concerned myself soo much on things going back to normal, I overlooked being natural. Not second guessing my opinions or thoughts and experiencing the moment. For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity. My present situation will no longer get in the way of my purpose. Thinking about my obsession for normality makes me feel foolish for the stress I put you through in not caring what you were saying. God I really did miss everything this comes with. Our beauty was in our natural behavior, nothing thought out, nothing planned, just everything worked as it should. Now if I could just get my money straight eeeverything will be running as smoothly as it should.

-_-

You know those times when you stick your neck out for people, go above and beyond just cause you felt nice, ignored your gut feeling that its gunna be for nothing. Yup had one of those if you couldn't tell by my specific description. Took some extra friends to avalon when it's really just my boys thing, and got burned. I really don't like being nice at these moments. Annoyed by stepping out of my own world to help somebody else's night out. Real whack shit to me. Now I'm stuck with the consequences and you get to go on about your day as if today never happened. Fuck it. I'm down to ruin somebody else's shit and go on about my day and let somebody else deal with it. I'm going get down right belligerent.

God Bless You Music

For Giving Us Blessings When There Is Such A Lil Wayne Drought

Pulled From My Myspace

People sadly do the saaaame shit on there and it's pretty funny. I thought this in my about me was hilarious though.

Brent Joseph Mancini

Collective Thoughts About My General Person:

I'm Jamacain/Italion
Boxing, HipHopDancin,SpokenWordPoetry
I Box Because I Have Alot Of Pent Up Aggresion
I Write Because I Sometimes Cant Express Myself Verbally
I Do HipHop Dance Cause Its A Combo Of Fun And Dope Ass Beats
I Hate My Smile
I Want To Shave Of My Hair Off
Never Wanted To Be The Black Ranger
Owned 3 Binders Of Pokemon Cards..
I'm A Nerd Who Is Good At Maintaining A Social Life
I Don't Like You, For I'm In Love With Her Lol
I'm Really Immature
I Dont Do Well With Trying To Make People Feel Better
Michael Wadey Shit On Himself In His Senior Year
I Forgot My 8th Birthday Till A Week After
Didnt Celebrate My 9th
I Have Blue Eyes
I Swear To God If Someone Asks If My Eyes Are Fake One More Time...
I'm Missing The Embarrassment Gene
I Live By Two Motos
When Life Hands You Lemons. You Say, "Fuck Lemons" And Bail.
If You're Not Living On The Edge. You're Taking Up Too Much Space
Almost didn't Graduate High School; Yet Accepted To 4 Colleges
I Dont Know How To "Chill"
I'd Be Glad To Teach You Some Random Fact That Will Help You In No Way.
Switched Middle Schools 13 Times For Fighting
I'm A "Mamas Boy"
I Have Less Patience Than You Think
I'd Rather Listen Than Speak
I Lived In Foster Care For 3 Months
I Think In Metaphors
I Bite My Nails
If The Flash And Superman Raced To The End Of The World Who Would Win?
"Chuck Norris"
Adult Swim Is My Favorite Channel
Nothing Would Make Me Happier Than A New Season Of Dragon Ball Z
I Have A Horrible Memory
"Insanity Is Endlessly Repeating The Same Process, Hoping For A Different Result"
I Have Like 15 Favorite Songs That Change All The Time
Real Hip Hop Equals Joy; I Leave It To You To Find The Real Shit
I Love Sunny Breeze Filled Sundays
The Best Thing You Can Do Is Be Quite And Let Me Call You Stupid. Than You Speak, And Me Prove It
Nooo, I Dont Want To Get to Know You
I Hate Suprises
I'm Susceptible To Road Rage
I Love Legos. But Who Doesn't?
Gas Prices Depress Me More Than Sick Children
No you're not a producer just cause you own the software "Fruity Loops"
My favorite video game is Soulcaliber; Current version "4"
I'm an equal opportunity racist. If a stereotype is funny,it results in my laughter.
I Get Migraines From Thinking To Hard Occasionally
Someone once said "Cops are like bees,don't bother them, they dont bother you"
I say cops are bees and they look at niggas like they honey
Leonard Pearl is like Fantasia illiterate
Don't Choke On Your Love; You Should Only Love As Deep As Your Soul Has The Ability To Swim
Who Is The Mantis Praying To?
I Lose Interest At Record Speed
I Am Everything My Father Is Not
I'm Extremely Cynical
I Eat The Nestea Iced Tea Mix Raw
I Bust Mad Burnt Missions
Everyday I'm Asked To Be A Magician In A World Where Magic Doesn't Exist

I'm A Fucking Mess.

I Don't Care Anymore.

And I feel thats the worst part. I thought I was maturing into a more conscious version of myself. Being able to choose my words properly and use my sarcastic wit to better my position in a conversation or what it is I'm trying to achieve. But I'm surely digressing into my freshmen years of being rude and laughing about it. Maybe I never changed? Maybe I just thought I toned it down a notch. I'm just an overall angry lately, thus I don't care anymore. My main concern as of these days is myself. I don't care how it sounds, but caring about others left me angry, insecure, destitute, and enough emotions I spent my years avoiding to not wish anymore of. I don't care anymore. The question I can't shake is from my grandfather who finally decide to reappear into my life and sprinkle me with advice. "Behind every good man is a good woman. But what if your woman doesn't leave you empowered? Then how strong of a man are you?" I don't care anymore. I'm going to start making some serious money fucking finally working for my grandparents, at a waffle house, and doing kids parties like I used to. I can't wait to spend some real money on real things. I'm done for now.

Made me laugh

Thus I found It worth sharin

Big girls, Big job, Big salary. Big girls don't care bout calories. Big girls don't care who's lookin, all she wanna know is "Damn who cookin?"

L.A. Is So Fucking Whack.

I'm so tired of everybody's puffed up attitude filled with an exaggerated value of their own two cents and self worth. If you died tomorrow, you would not receive a memorial service at the staples center. Your closest friends and family would gather around your cold grave and then go to work the next day. Most of this city doesn't have enough courage to say what needs to be said or do what needs to be done for fear of people not "liking them". Christ, most Los Angeles's teen male populace wear jeans that restrict the blood flow to their testicles leaving some women more manly than their eye brow pierced counter parts. Los angeles is so whack that most of you will need to re-read that last statement just to fully grasp my overall disgust of you "hypebeast; jerksters". I hate this city. The only thing I love about the crater I live in, also known as the San Fernando Valley or the porn capitol, is that I know where damn near everything is. It's quite hard for me to get lost in this bowl of chauvinistic morons because I've encountered most of you and yes I know to tune you out so you don't deplete my i.q. with your insignificant dribble. I equally hate you fuckers. I am not from here and I say it proudly anytime someone confuses my origin. There are so many little things I can't stand. The last tiny thing to set me off into this pointless tirade is Facebook. I can't STAND people who post these preachy little "notes" about how there are still racist bigots in this world or how they have a extensive knowledge about some religion and feel the need to "tag" me in it so that I get a notification that some douche bag decide to make his ignorant thoughts public. God I hate you L.A....I just can't fully describe how you all make my skin crawl...yet.

Hypocrite

I am such a hypocrite, and I'm ok with it. I will fly off the handle about one person being disrespectful but I can be one of the rudest fuckers out there. I may have an ego but I'm highly insecure about dumb shit. I guess everybody has their ticks and tocks; just the difference is I guess I'm ok with publishing them on the web for others to read and exploit? I don't care. Cause while I maybe be insecure about dumb shit, it's normally to people who I haven't met or don't know because I know how crucial a first impression is to me so I put myself in their perspective. After they know me or have made first "judgement", I could give a fuck less. Lol.

On another note.

Tried to rush to school and ran out of gas. Pretty hot about that.

It's Always Late.

I can't seem to sleep lately. I don't know if my body just likes the routine of falling asleep at 4 and waking up at 11; but I know my mind isn't happy. Found out I might start working for my grandparents like on a daily type shit making hella good money. 69 mustang here I come. Talked to this girl today bout how her boyfriend bout one in san diego for only like 7,500 with a new paint job and everything and I'm super stoked. Fuck man I really just want to drive one and open it up on the 118. W/e, all I can do is fantasize till I can save at least 5 grand really. All I think about lately is cars. Not like persian losers who jack off to Lambo concept cars all day and have legitimate arguments about why his theoretical 300,000 dollar mercedes would beat the others 300,000 dollar audi. I mean like real cars, like how they go, how much it would cost to make it sound nice, and what after-market parts are on some of the real dope sounding ones. God my mind is so fickle at times. Well I'm about to attempt to stream from free movies online till I feel that every so blissful drowsiness that lets me know I have a chance of sleeping till the sun hits my face at exactly 11 o clock through my window.

I Want To Be Sedated

I want to be high so that the bullshit you shovel on me is then washed off me by timeless waves of hunger and paranoia that my eyes are too bloodshot. I want to be so high that every time I get suspicious about actions I float off into a string of consciousness that leads me....nowhere but specifically far away from anything negative. I want to be so sedated that even the most tragic of news is dripped out of my hanging mouth into a pool on my pillow where I lay my resting brain. You see I can't take much more of reality. Most say you'll deal with it, but I can't cope and I haven't even dealt with taxes yet! I want to be drugged and rich with butlers. It sounds lazy and counter productive, but really if my mind isn't sedated it's going to implode from the never ending nonsense of hobos jacking off at bus stops to old women cutting you off in their beat up toyotas because they are wayyyy past the driving age and have no peripheral vision. See this is a plea to anyone with the ability to lock me in a mental asylum; to do it. The hustle and bustle of everyday life stiffens my joints and clogs my arteries, sending my heart into palpitations I wouldn't wish on the cruelest of criminals. I wish, I want, I beg, I demand to be fucking sedated, because this world is too real; and I don't know how you can take it.

180 Spins

People change all the time, and I can't quite understand why. Maybe I'm not changing that much that rapidly cause I'm so stubborn when it comes to accepting other people's needs. But this isn't about me, this is about people who've been the closest and have changed the most. I used to have a brother that I could always count on. My first friend when I moved from Baltimore to California. We were identical and furthermore inseparable, but after 3 months of college this person I couldn't pick out of a line up. Then there are other people who I admired their ferocity and aggressiveness, and I've come to learn they are all bark and no bite. Like how do you respect that? Those who are close to me seem to be the only who's who haven't really changed. Yea we grow up, but we don't change our whole identity because you don't know who or what you really are yet. Basically were all young, or at least anybody who's reading this I think you're as young as I am lol. Were not supposed to know what were are or who we'll become but thats no excuse for trying to have an identity crisis. I'm rambling so there will be more venting tomorrow once my thoughts are as in order as I can ever seem to get them.

But now I sleep.

All Tits, No Drake.

Makes you wonder why a actor turned rapper can't have some sort of presence.

Stutter Steps.

There's so many different things I could speak on. I guess I'm just going through a stage of maturity and trying to see where I'm going. I find myself getting in the way of me more than anybody else or anything. I almost make myself fail because I'm scared of progress. I'm scared of something actually working. When it does, does that mean thats my career? Everything I put my mind to I exceel in so I guess I'm just looking for my next fix. But I'm looking for my next fix as in something that will keep me busy for the next 10 years. I'm scared of not doing anything and wasting time, but I'm also scared of taking a step towards anything right now because I feel that will almost seal my fate. Succesful people always figure out what they're doing around this age, and I'm just scared of what I'm going to become. Yeah I know college, college, college; but why get a good 60,000 dollar debt for a bullshit degree in communications when that doesn't help shit. I love working with my hands but I'll be damned if I end up a mechanic peddling fender bender bills and overcharging oil changes to make ends meet. I'm to smart for that shit. But then I'm too restless to sit at a desk. My passion is firefighting but the education road for that is so long and almost lonely that I won't really even be considered for the position till I'm like 25! I would give my left nut to be in a firehouse and have that honor and respect, but I guess I can't think that far ahead right now. Everyone is still thinking that like college is the all savior and blah blah but what happens when your graduating class doesn't have a job and you gotta pay for the last 4 years of partying and average grades? When I get in the thick of things I'ma go hard cause I hate debt. I'll be in, do my thing, and be out in the career i need to be. But fuck me if I can't figure that last part out to even start the first.