Untitled Love Poem

My heart hurts with intensity of the worst migraine
My pain stems from seeing love reduced to nothing but mindgames
Something with a shelf life, best used in a time frame
Forever seems much shorter nowadays, how radically have the times changed
No love is etched in stone, it's merely scrawled in sand
Just as stars fall out their sky, so falls his hand
Who holds onto nothing more than a false ideal
Grasping at the mirage you once thought was real
The frost reveals itself, though now her hearts concealed
It's cold year round, just imagine the kind of crops you'd yield
I'd imagine nothing surviving the early winter in her veins
As I decompose my compositions shall hold onto my remains
My soul to be contained in canisters, I've banished her
Tamed the wild child, formerly sliding down the banister
Manage her extreme views on love and the dying dream
Pour every ounce on this page, sooner than cry a stream
A pool from a puddle and a lake from a leak
You're from the world that doesn't understand the language I speak
A pool from a puddle and a lake from a leak
Stuck in the world that doesn't understand the language I speak

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... Love Is

The General Theme...

Like the picture up top? I do.

Well world, blogging was more "spur of the moment" when I started those YEARS ago. I'll do my best to give you the highlight series of Gangsta Cru blogs. It's going to be a lot of work. I have to take them from myspace and do all of these damn links. All 8 1/2 parts of "Defending Hip Hop" will be included. Some of my more personal blogs will be featured as well. The poetry is coming here too. All things written... Maybe even a verse or two shall be yours in a matter of weeks.

The general theme of this blog is, as previously stated, not to kiss anyone's ass. There is no one I will ever praise to the point of looking like a jackass. The only time I "go out of my way" is regarding Prince. He's the exception. That's my idol. It's not ass kissing, it's appreciation. (make your "Prince-wears-assless-chaps joke here. Now knock it off!) This blog is to simply lend you my perspective on certain issues. Feel free to argue your points. I admit, I'm as stubborn as the day is long, so I'm not at all easily swayed. I'm honest, I will not lend my 'Words & Thoughts' to complete, utter, tasteless bullshit. I do not make a habit of that either.

This is not a literary blog. This is not a diary. (That's why I write rhymes.) My blog's purpose is to show you what I think and how I think. Don't misunderstand, I like to write, but I like to write what exists in me. Any confusion you may see in my writing is because I haven't outlined and prepared a rough draft. Some of the posts may offend you, may even contain foul language. That's how I get down. I will not apologize. My words and thoughts are uncensored. That's how it is in my mind, and this is a written layout of that very intricate place. Mind also works in conjunction with my heart. If I don't really FEEL something, chances are you won't see me writing. And that's with everything: rhymes, poetry, blogs, etc.

Quick Rundown before I leave:

Name: Sheena (aka Gangsta Cru or Goddess Cru)
Affiliation: Lyricist
Greatest Loves: Writing/Hip Hop/Prince
Dislikes: Oh really now, there just isn't enough room.
Favorite Music: Prince, Ice Cube, New Edition, Styles P (I'm weird like that)

I'll see you on the next post... Dutches.

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain. O(+>

Gangsta Cru... The Lady & The Lyricist

DAMN!

I haven't blogged here for a YEAR?

What up, yo? I'm coming back to this place real soon. Gotta transfer some blogs from the myspace. Just to get folks familiar with my style. This is not a blog about celebrities. No new pics from artists, and it's not to kiss ass and be in folks good graces. My blog is MY fucking blog. It's about me, my words, my thoughts, and MY LIFE! So stay tuned because real soon the rants return and this girl has some things to say. So get used to me attempting to be here. I'll do my best to give 'em hell. *Wink & the gun* As you were...

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... Where is My Mind?

Note from the Editor (LMAO): Just so you know, All of the blogs will contain something crucial about ME! My tastes musically, criticism of myself, as well as other artists. I will not get crazy and post a bunch of music by people, there will be reviews, my interpretations of certain things, and the occasional backslide into a random rant. You might not remember, but there was little series called "Defending Hip Hop" way back when I was a myspace junkie. Bear with me, I will let you know when there's something new here.

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain O(+>

Mulling it over

Today was an alright day.

Finally bought that big ass book of Shakespeare. Currently reading "The Tempest". That should be a good one. I guess that I really wanted to read some shit that I hadn't read before. Plus, the good shit about it is, I don't have to worry about ignorant ass people typing in stupid shit about this new material I'm checking out. Not really new because my man isn't able to write any new shit. But, I'm going to enjoy it. The Sonnets are what I was going for, but 37 plays, his poetry, and all of the sonnets is not bad for $20. I'm looking at this as a good deal. This shit is awesome. Another alright thing about today, I got to write some lyrics. And really get into a groove. I've been in some sort of fucked up mood. I didn't feel like writing. Actually, as you may notice, I'm blogging less. This blog is getting more love than my myspace blogs. I need to get off of my ass and do that "DHH Part 9". Coming soon. I swear to you. I can't keep bullshitting.

Another good thing... I thought a lot about shit today. Watching this documentary: Black In America. I wondered, why none of that bad shit happened to me. Realistically, I had as many disadvantages as I had advantages. I don't live in a perfect community, and I'm damn sure not in college. I'm not on drugs, a drug dealer, not in a gang, not pregnant, and I don't really do anything more than get up, go to work, come home and bullshit on the internet. I also thought about considering college. I think I would go, just to prove to the nonbelievers. Just as a symbolic "shut the fuck up" moment. It would be pivotal in The Legend of Gangsta Cru. LOL!!! I'm a legend, or at least I want to be one. 3 things for you to do, I feel sleepy so I'm ending this:

Cop that David Banner!!!
Cop that Killer Mike!!!
Cop that Nas!!!

Until we next meet... Holla at me.

Peace, Hip Hop, and Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... Yawning

Sleepy as all hell

That's real.

Hey, thought I'd lay a blog down. Ain't shit changing but the date on the calendar and time on the clock. I don't know why, but my days fucking suck. My nights are regular... My ass is sleeping!!! Got to get in as much practice as possible. That shit is hard considering I'm going to be at work from 10 am-5 pm. Guess I'm going to quarantine myself in my room. Need to blast some music and zone the fuck out. Only the strong survive and I haven't made it this far to give up. Of course, relatively speaking, I haven't made it too far to begin with. But fuck it, yo. I don't ask niggas for shit. I don't beg niggas for shit. I respect y'all and what y'all do, but I'm not the one. Let me say it like Cube, I ain't the one. The shit as far as asking niggas for help isn't out of the question, but shit, niggas flatter themselves. They think because you ask them to do shit, that you're conceding or some shit. I'm not saying I support Obama, but the only way you can compare me to Hillary Clinton is for the fact that I'm a woman. Fuck what you heard, I don't concede. Fuck who votes for me in the primaries. I'm not the fan favorite. What fucking fans? I'm on my shit again. Who really notices though? All I ask is that you read the blog and visit the Gangsta Cru Music Page

Peace, Hip Hop, and Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... I'm Just Warming Up!!!

In My Lifetime...

Ain't shit gone right!!!

Ha, it's meant to be a joke, but there is a bit of truth in damn near all jokes. Sometimes I feel like that, other times I don't. "It just be like that sometimes". Or so the saying goes. Shit will get better. It has to. I guess I can try to work it out. Mind you this isn't a problem with anybody in particular. You know I don't spend time with shit. No one is fucking special. Everyone sucks equally. If I had a clear cut favorite you all would know. First would be my little brother. Second are my favorite entertainers... Second is Prince. Everyone else fight amongst yourselves for last place. But uh, yeah. You see me. Blogging and shit is cool, but catch my YouTube page getting buck in a minute. I'm going to start fucking around with my camera. It's going to be sweet!!! Oh, and wait for music news. I don't even fucking know who reads this blog, if you do, good for you. Keep it up!!! Holla.

Peace, Hip Hop, and Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... Money Don't Matter 2Nite

Nelly... Yessir

For those that don't know...

I have a huge thing for Nelly. I don't know why, well I do. It's because I'm not blind. Boy has body, I like that. Boy has ways about him. He looks like he knows what's up. So dammit I want to know what's up too. I'm trying to collab. Get down to business. Create with him, artistically. I want to see his creative process. Hell, I just want to see him. I want to see his process for a lot of shit. But this is the most PC. Without stating the obvious. The obvious is the whole sexual side of it. Hell yeah I think he's sexy, but as an artist, I'm just looking forward to trying to set something up so we could get in the studio together.

He's an artist that I want to work closely with. I just like to watch. Wow, this sounds so damn dirty... It's meant in the purest way possible. I don't mean for it to sound freaky or anything. I am actually a Nelly fan. I just really think he's hot, so while everything he records isn't my favorite, I sure do love seeing the videos. And that's why Nelly is so damn awesome.

He's 1000 hotter than many of these other guys out in the world. That's the dream I guess. Hell, it really was the dream the other night. This guy right here. I'm glad no one has told me I talk in my sleep. I think that would be a little weird. Especially with the dreams I have. You might want to wake me up before anything really gets started. I guess nothing is official until I have a dream about it. For some reason, Nelly has been there for a minute. You're a winner babe. So, this is just because I want that. I was thinking as a Christmas gift, but my birthday is sooner (his too). So just hook that up. I want the man pictured above. With that same look. Don't bother getting him dressed up, it's a novel idea, but so not what I'm interested in. E.I.

Peace, Hip Hop, and Purple Rain

Gangsta Cru... Yeah man.