Farewell, it was damn good to meetcha:
Every good thing must come to an end. No, not my blog you morons. bROKEN Release, the band that I often spoke about, has finally broken up. Shannon, the singer, wasn't into the music anymore. It's sad, I really like their music. If I had a 40 right now, I'd tip it for the homeys that aren't here. What ever that means.
Has anyone ever seen the movie Cooley High. A movie from the 70s about Chicago youths living in the Ghetto. It's a cool movie that brings you back to a time that I will never know. Anyway, in the movie after one of the main characters die from a gang beating, all the homeys tip their drinks for the homey that isn't there. It's funny how early 90's rap music brought such actions like this back into main stream. You know, tipping 40s, playing dominos, saying expressions like, "In order to make this thing work we got to get rid of all the pimps, pushers and prostitues, and then start over clean." –The Mack.
Let me rephrase that last paragraph. It was the early 90's that expressions like the above were introduced into white communities due to rap music and movies from Dr. Dre, Snoop Dog, Ice Cube and I believe John Singleton? (Sorry if I screwed up that directors name) From this point, bands like Limp Biskit were inspired to combine metal and rap for a more conducive blend of rap and metal suitable for mass consumption. Now, there's Linkin Park and Sum 41—two bands all about playing heavy and rapping their lyrics. I have no idea where this blog is goin. I guess I'm just rambling. But the point that I am trying to make is bROKEN Release is no more and I'm still sitting here doing nothing constructive. And for those friends of mine who have started to read my blogs, my bowel movements are doing just fine.

