<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699</id><updated>2010-01-01T17:50:25.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abyss of Supreme Ron Mexico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>454</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-1561473707250162642</id><published>2009-12-31T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:49:07.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009. Give Thanks. (the prayer)</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your grace and mercy. I thank you Lord for where you have brought me from. You have truly given me a testimony to carry into 2010. I thank you Jesus for your prayer. I thank you Lord for your promise. I thank you Holy Spirit for your power. Throughout this year, you have shown me that you are the source of my strength and every SINGLE need on THIS planet... this vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the year, I started without a car, but within 60 days of the year, you blessed me with a practically brand new car. You blessed me to go to Ohio for my birthday and back, then to Miami 3 weeks later and back. You blessed me with multiple opportunities to audition and become a frequent face at Tyler Perry Studios. You have provided me food and shelter even during the darkest middle months of this year. You showed me to rely on you to redeem me from a job that did not appreciate me. You Lord... are the ultimate redeemer and provider. I will shout it out every single place. Mountains. Valleys. Oceans. You have provided traveling grace numerous times this year in going back and forth to Augusta. You have allowed me to take care of the blessings that you have blessed me with this year and not neglect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have taught me how to faithfully tithes and give a sacrificial offering unto your Kingdom. Praise your Name for this blessing. Every morning and night, you allow joy to flow through me. You have been so great. You have allowed me to be magnificent in Grad School this year and be surrounded around wonderful classmaters. You have blessed me with a wonderful job and excellent co-workers with lots of joy. You have allowed me to spread the love you have given unto me daily. You have provided for my family and allowing all of us to be blessed in so many ways habitually. My mother is a proud and faithful disciple. I thank you for all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final, I have not been perfect. I have lust. I have lied. I have disobeyed. I have been disgruntled. You have lifted grudges off my heart nightly. I continuously submit my sins unto to you, but in the morning... after confessing these sins AND beginning to go into a new direction in life... you bring me joy, Jesus. Thank you Father. I submit that I still have shortcomings in my life, but I give thanks to Jesus for praying for my extra chance to get this LIFE right. Throughout all these sins and blessings, you still potentially provide me with redemption in man and woman love. You are teaching me that you have produced a Eve for me, and if I act accordingly... you will place and keep her in my life, because I am thankful for her life in advance. I thank you for her life and being beside me. We both shall elevate through your Word, Dear Father. I thank you for the vision and wonderful ambitions you are providing me going into the New Year. As usual and in conclusion, I ask that you allow me to stay in your goodness; stay in your presence; stay within your Kingdom. 2009, Lord, you redeemed me from 2 years ago. I shall submit to you and shout your name continuously as my days continue on this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Thanks to the Father for Another Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is powerless by the stripes of Jesus the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-1561473707250162642?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1561473707250162642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=1561473707250162642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1561473707250162642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1561473707250162642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-give-thanks-prayer.html' title='2009. 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(the prayer)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-634501917980243512</id><published>2009-12-31T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:48:24.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyline (freestyle)</title><content type='html'>(clears throat)&lt;br /&gt;(talking)&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful, I could actually spend another 1000 in a week&lt;br /&gt;yet its never as glamorous as your smile&lt;br /&gt;It's bright as the skyline....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the wifey and lil one&lt;br /&gt;anything they want, I got it&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to step up and spoil you both&lt;br /&gt;I shot it and you brighten my day like the Sun&lt;br /&gt;I too grew up in the bottom, but I'm Phoenix Rising&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you at nighttime is quite hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;I hold you by the waist and smile at the skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smackin your behind&lt;br /&gt;You loving me while its overcast&lt;br /&gt;Outkasted while watching Comcast&lt;br /&gt;We are in the trenches together, I gotcha back&lt;br /&gt;Holla back... patience I dont lack&lt;br /&gt;Savage in the Sack&lt;br /&gt;Right now I laugh at all the salt packs&lt;br /&gt;Your blood pressure is too high&lt;br /&gt;so let me relax you tonight and thank God while looking afar at the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship succeeds thus saith the Miss Cleo&lt;br /&gt;You the ONE like Neo&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strikes 12, you will be propped against the shelves&lt;br /&gt;from sipping on wine and staring at the skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey, if you still love bouncing up and down; I am still around&lt;br /&gt;to my bedroom and in the streets&lt;br /&gt;to our heirloom and in between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;If you are in to win, then lets begin again&lt;br /&gt;to my car against the horn&lt;br /&gt;downtown the night is on...&lt;br /&gt;breathe easy, neck bad, eyes up&lt;br /&gt;We're beneath the Skyline... the Skyline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been gone, ignoring me, but you are here, reading/loving me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love, back back forth and forth like Aaliyah&lt;br /&gt;We both been through the fire like Chaka&lt;br /&gt;I believe ya... now you're a Blocker&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Dragon with Bruce Lee and jump on the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;don't panic, I am standing behind you while you're flying&lt;br /&gt;towards the Skyline&lt;br /&gt;From Jimmy Choo, ah-choo to Coach&lt;br /&gt;This is my approach to forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Goodness..&lt;br /&gt;I been on a hiatus &amp; never have one like you&lt;br /&gt;The man you used aint me and put that on my life&lt;br /&gt;You are my wife, no room for 2 grooms&lt;br /&gt;I am holding you in the honeymoon suites, staring at the skyline&lt;br /&gt;I aint lying, I see you on this clear night&lt;br /&gt;Around the world, we will go and ay yi yi&lt;br /&gt;Here's another massage, let out another sigh.. sigh... sigh&lt;br /&gt;I lick my fingers like Mrs. Buttersworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything, world, dream come true... side bitches .. poof be gone&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the spaceship is mighty long and strong&lt;br /&gt;Better not leave cause I'm the man from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Blast off we are still winning&lt;br /&gt;A few rumbles and drop offs but baby look around you&lt;br /&gt;The skyline surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming, wedding ringing, Princess cut VVS&lt;br /&gt;Wifey... without you I am mess&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Hamilton tunes keep us smooth&lt;br /&gt;Every thought of you, I smile cause I love the way you move..&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, you are mine, shine... I put assets on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey, if you still love bouncing up and down; I am still around&lt;br /&gt;to my bedroom and in the streets&lt;br /&gt;to our heirloom and in between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;If you are in to win, then lets begin again&lt;br /&gt;to my car against the horn&lt;br /&gt;downtown the night is on...&lt;br /&gt;breathe easy, neck bad, eyes up&lt;br /&gt;We're beneath the Skyline... the Skyline...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-634501917980243512?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/634501917980243512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=634501917980243512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/634501917980243512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/634501917980243512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/skyline-freestyle.html' title='Skyline (freestyle)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-9155549815001594476</id><published>2009-12-29T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:50:25.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive (recently released)</title><content type='html'>This is... a special situation.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of love and blessings to talk about, but we will get to that a little later...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Its the King....&lt;br /&gt;hold up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda see myself walking with my head up. Most people despise this. Plenty things to smile about. Like Hancock, hands up, bombs bounce off me. I feel so good that I should diamonds on my neck, on my waist, and on my hands. I'm so large. I'm so royal. I'm at an all time high. People of meager surroundings despise this. They want a piece. They want ownership. They want don't want you to be a happy. Relationship end everyday cause someone is still unhappy in the mirror. Another one bites the dust, toe tag on that once fruitful lovespell. Spellbound broken spell after the reminiscing smell of success and smell of dead yesterdays. I'm on my porch asking for a woman's hand to hold, smiles of peaceful surroundings with a congratulatory cigar. Smile on my face because I am where I am because other's lifted me up when I needed it. I do the same, break forbidden chains, forget having a hot chick in the game, because I'm wearing my own confident chain. I love life happily with a tint and flick away the lent (ME!). Before you came my cup over runneth (YES). Single forever and again. (NO!) I'm a King first. I drove through those the days of wayback yesterday before I return there, I walk barefoot over lit Kingsford. My people love .... no holds barred. People said I would never be happy again. People said I couldnt. People praised finally securing the love of my life. I'm calling all exes and haters.. please come and hate on me. I am the best and you know I am.. and will be. I am the bully, cookies taken, smile again... I was strong before, during, and after your creation... another farewell, please stop looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-9155549815001594476?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/9155549815001594476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=9155549815001594476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/9155549815001594476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/9155549815001594476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/exclusive.html' title='Exclusive (recently released)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-7018442002281415496</id><published>2009-12-20T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:50:08.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slapstick (recently released)</title><content type='html'>*lights a cigarette; weeps slightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;Where happened to the magic??&lt;br /&gt;Life changes so drastic&lt;br /&gt;Fallen on hard times&lt;br /&gt;...melting away like plastic&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't rub off her lipstick&lt;br /&gt;She keeps me high&lt;br /&gt;Pulse drops at constant static feeling&lt;br /&gt;Give me some slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back some magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing some slapstick&lt;br /&gt;fade to black from this static&lt;br /&gt;Life's #1 burnt me up&lt;br /&gt;#2 no longer keeps it true&lt;br /&gt;Hardly trying to keep the slapstick&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find me some slapstick&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay high&lt;br /&gt;I thought the clouds keep some magic&lt;br /&gt;Slapstick. Slapstiiiiickkk.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly turned tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more drinking&lt;br /&gt;Wasted away thinking&lt;br /&gt;The hurricane lovemaking&lt;br /&gt;Constantly earthquaking&lt;br /&gt;This is the slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring some sweet slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;It's #1&lt;br /&gt;Red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;Slapstick to stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip. Fibs. Banish.&lt;br /&gt;Smile. Strengthen. Steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay with the slapstick&lt;br /&gt;singularly.&lt;br /&gt;Re-create the slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;I need the magic.&lt;br /&gt;I need some more slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;No more drastic tragic.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the lipstick...&lt;br /&gt;...for the slapstick love&lt;br /&gt;that makes me smile...&lt;br /&gt;Feels fantastiiiccc...&lt;br /&gt;Stretching like elastic&lt;br /&gt;That slapstick...&lt;br /&gt;turning me on..&lt;br /&gt;on my collar, its lipstick...&lt;br /&gt;I want some magic&lt;br /&gt;keep me high...&lt;br /&gt;Slapstick Slapstick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-7018442002281415496?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7018442002281415496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=7018442002281415496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7018442002281415496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7018442002281415496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/slapstick.html' title='Slapstick (recently released)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-6236279034452522028</id><published>2009-12-15T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:49:53.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue on Fire (recently released)</title><content type='html'>In writing this, my tongue is on fire… another man on fire. I have no direction and I feel little bit more depressed. I have no reason to smile and I have no positive influences. I am broke, lonely, and tougher than leather… oops, I mean tougher than Gangsta Grillz. I got another set of divorce papers in the mail. World why don’t ya send me to jail? My ex-lady told me to eat that poonanny, follow my command, and/or get the fuck outta here. Complain. Complain. I bee damned she will aggravate a man until he’s deaf. Another depressed day in my life. Another man hopeless. This is not personal, but that same woman ran that man off with her commandments. That is probably why the last dude left and spazzed out so quick. The same man and this man left fucked 3 and 8 chicks while living with another chick. Meanwhile, woman and man go so insane… how insane?? Insane in the membrane on cocaine listening to Kurt Kobain and complain someone else is to blame. The moral of the story, unhappiness appeals to African Ameri-can, wo-man, Caucasi-an, Puerto Ri-can and its wild… how wild?? Wild as the Taliban. As much as you try to get along with the world, the world is never enough so you might as well die another day with your golden gun pointed to your goldeneye. Being a nice guy and a hero only means you finish last and die first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Goose said Knick Knack Paddy Wack give a fool bone. The Old Men always said this life wouldn’t be a nice life. Mama said you make the Kool-Aid with no sugar and you will still drink it all, simple ass. Life said… there would be times like this, but stay true to you and you will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t for bad luck and CSI, FBI, and STD, I wouldn’t give a damn about what I did anymore. I would have a pocket full of stones, live in a mansion on a restricted island with my children. Hell, I would get someone to slap the lady in head so she would get some f’n sense and stop f’n complaining. Gotdamn, she must be pretty slow to think everyone was like the last one. Man or woman, I feel the pain, fuckin with that dumb fuck with fuck your heart way the fuck up. Women get love drunk and men get the hangover. Old folk say good sex will still leave you effortless, if one is ungrateful. As much you love something, sometimes one need to be socked in the kidney. You stick out your chin out and work, work, work, day and night to live off the wall cause you can’t help it, and Dirty Diana will still leave me alone with her hypnotic psychological faculties. Tiger showed us even a Swedish Fish cannot keep you home. Where is happiness?? I can say I understand it is not in the money or endless efforts, because who you are is never enough. I can say I understand Ashton Kutcher, find one 20 years old older and dodge a young bullet… or I understand Roger Goodell, piss me off, and I will ban/fine/suspend your ass expeditiously, this is a business. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Goose said Knick Knack Paddy Wack give a fool bone. The Old Men always said this life wouldn’t be a nice life. Mama said you make the Kool-Aid with no sugar and you will still drink it all, simple ass. Life said… there would be times like this, but stay true to you and you will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I cannot end with babbling on to the ends of being nimrod by the New Years Eve cause I have no meat. As America is on a 12-step alcoholism recovery plan and T.I is in the halfway house, love, happiness, and family are in the toilet. No morals. No unity. No faith. Everyone interally expects to fail. No one wants to grow up still. Okay, so you lash out cause your heart is broken, what you gonna do hit me with your diaper?? Grow up. Even though the disconnection in life, in love may be near death… it aint close enough. So heal and grow up. Then again, what adult is a true adult? What business is truly an honest business?? The circle of unhappiness continues… so does cowardice. In this world, you don’t have to sort or sniff through too much bubble gum to find the one or what that fails to grow up… Stay true to you and the world will conform… Stay an outkast and do ya own thang in your own way, stay like the rocks on the eternal shore, crash against me and be broken!! Run with me or run from me….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-6236279034452522028?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6236279034452522028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=6236279034452522028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6236279034452522028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6236279034452522028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/tongue-on-fire.html' title='Tongue on Fire (recently released)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-6121220163368953839</id><published>2009-12-08T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:36:54.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sade'/><title type='text'>**NEW** Sade- Soldier of Love</title><content type='html'>NEW ALBUM IN STORES February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/luM0qFGQpUg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/luM0qFGQpUg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-6121220163368953839?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6121220163368953839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=6121220163368953839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6121220163368953839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6121220163368953839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-sade-soldier-of-love.html' title='**NEW** Sade- Soldier of Love'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-7541330624401870641</id><published>2009-12-01T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:36:34.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>50 months of pleasure, 50 weeks of pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was dead so she could (at least)&lt;br /&gt;remember my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be full of bliss&lt;br /&gt;like a bullseye with no miss sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Every thought about our every wish &lt;br /&gt;She's not the female to forget about and move on &lt;br /&gt;only to continue loving through the producing of a newborn&lt;br /&gt;Of course we're lovers, in comparison to Zeke &amp; Serena&lt;br /&gt;when we finaly love, she repeated, "I'll Never Leave ya!"&lt;br /&gt;German American female loved to be beside me&lt;br /&gt;All beautiful dates she had clean skins with presented feet&lt;br /&gt;St. Valentine walked up thats Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows she she shot us with the love fluid&lt;br /&gt;But she did it slick like "Bennifer" extremely sacred &lt;br /&gt;Now even they have a whole bunch of drama&lt;br /&gt;but my money only drawed closer to my foxxy mama&lt;br /&gt;During practice, walked up to the female with the baddest smile&lt;br /&gt;A flawless lady captured my love as far as 8 Mile &lt;br /&gt;Reports in GH she was wonderful in the home &lt;br /&gt;A dream lady better than Raven Symone&lt;br /&gt;Brittany now needed a black man &lt;br /&gt;soon she even got knocked up, she not on lock and later&lt;br /&gt;become blocked by a huge rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strict mother drove up in a 1995 soon recognized as the crazy mane&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same boy who made love to her in the window pane&lt;br /&gt;Everyone found out in the Sentra &lt;br /&gt;girl Marcia is always on my brain&lt;br /&gt;future thoughts of using cherries and a candy cane&lt;br /&gt;with honeymoon at the Leaning Tower after an official "intertwane"&lt;br /&gt;months after months we matched never following the pack&lt;br /&gt;Lay down suga remember what I'm bringing&lt;br /&gt;I was patient for this dream lady like some dessert &lt;br /&gt;now I'm going biserk &lt;br /&gt;waking up with my heart taken &lt;br /&gt;I have been stripped like some bacon&lt;br /&gt;This foll jumped out of the 2000 flushes colored with a few ideas from M-Brook&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pouring on gasoline in Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;took a nice boy's girl to gain popularity with a team&lt;br /&gt;Before then we were loving each other like Sour Cream &lt;br /&gt;now I'm left with memories and a dream&lt;br /&gt;This is our final session,&lt;br /&gt;day after day going through a depression&lt;br /&gt;For that nigga, I need a pistol&lt;br /&gt;Free Unpredictable Mystikal&lt;br /&gt;No help to get back my girl so now I gotta curl&lt;br /&gt;My back in the bed prowling&lt;br /&gt;Identical maze like 3000 Andre&lt;br /&gt;She was my bay-bay now I'm in my Hay Day &lt;br /&gt;lucky ass fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my only valuable tool &lt;br /&gt;She confused and I know why, She never meant bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Spoken in German a mumble of long distance&lt;br /&gt;conversation of future togetherness and communication in the same nation &lt;br /&gt;holding the late night phone vertically with the time continuously we wasting&lt;br /&gt;That same nigga still hypnotizing her, but she kinda wanna bounce&lt;br /&gt;Long distance and previous heartbreak times in the disability mind announced&lt;br /&gt;Lieselotti (sp?) wanted love makin' on this, love makin on that&lt;br /&gt;unexpected heartbreak, heartbreak right back &lt;br /&gt;challenge of patience to regain what's mind ain't happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Through all discomfort and misery... she'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{written 1/24/2004 @12:10am- 1:53am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-7541330624401870641?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7541330624401870641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=7541330624401870641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7541330624401870641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7541330624401870641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/12/50.html' title='50'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-5647131289897325109</id><published>2009-10-19T19:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:07:41.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerlight'/><title type='text'>Powerlight IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Lord, Our Father...  I look to you for strength. I look to you for guidance. As much as I am continuously blessed by your Word, Satan still attempts to misguide me yet he loses regardless, because you are the overseer of the whole operation. Regardless, you are the greatest Lord, and you will see me through all obstacles. For this, I praise your name continuously. The whole world shall know your name, and know that you are Lord Jesus Christ. I shall not falter, I may be lost sometimes, but I look to you for everything. Thank you for where you are taking me and what you are giving me daily..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-5647131289897325109?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5647131289897325109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=5647131289897325109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/5647131289897325109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/5647131289897325109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/song-of-moment-your-sweetness-is-my.html' title='Song of the Moment: Your Sweetness is my Weakness by Barry White'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-7714723402031402922</id><published>2009-09-27T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:57:52.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerlight'/><title type='text'>Powerlight VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I cannot say that I did not make mistakes. I cannot say that I did not have shortcomings. I just.. I just want to live THIS only life I have perfect. I cannot sleep at night knowing that I am not a perfect individual like Jesus Christ. As much love as I give out, I need to feel 1/10th of it return to feel wanted in this world. For a woman I adore, it pains me when it does not work out or maybe I am not as aggressive as I should be. I want to be there for her. I want to be successful and impactful on THIS land in THIS only life I live. I just want the world to be happy... just like me. Ye God!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-7714723402031402922?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7714723402031402922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=7714723402031402922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7714723402031402922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/7714723402031402922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/powerlight-viii.html' title='Powerlight VIII'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-4811111278959888952</id><published>2009-09-25T20:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:22:25.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>The Last Latrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;originally titled "Latrice IV: 1500 Words [&amp; Unreleased Latrice pt.3 - the original]." the final 2 Latrices are included here. Latrice IV and the original Latrice 3. I guess call this one Latrice: 3000 Words &amp; Runnin'... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Unreleased Latrice is in italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success! That’s what I call her. Tonight is the night, and success is what I am thinking about. Success is a beautiful thing to have in your life. Diligence is her in blood cells. (scratch this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Latrice in high school in Augusta, GA. I kinda told you that I liked you with my fragile ass and you said buy me a Pink CD and I will give you a pack of noodles and a damn hug. Somehow in the meantime in between time you gave your phone number and address off Morgan Road. I was scared so I never called or visited. In my head, she must be a damn fool if she think I will go by killa central. How would I do it and I had this German ass girlfriend, who to you she was jealous of? Well-well, I guess I don't know.. how far with Latrice I would go. So days and days went by and I never did show. I did bought the Pink CD, which by this time "There you Go" ruled MTV. Not too long thereafter I met Killa himself and my knees didn't buckle. I looked at him and he looked at me, he had blunt on his ear and a beer in his hand. I stay walking and walking. He smelled the air like he smell shit going on. Little did he know, I was plotting on stealing Latrice. December 2001, I stole a cell phone from a High School basketball game only to call Latrice. The phone rung and rung, but no one ever picked up. If I recalled, you gave the homeboy Rucker an estimate of your telegraph code. The next morning, I called again, but the cell phone was cut off. Pissed off, I kept the phone with your phone number in it. Didn't it.. get stolen at a week later? See ya later, I kept seeing Latrice. Funny 8 years later you would be pregnant. I am not around so the odds of a Latrice and Mexico union was stagnant. Shame you gave the lame nigga the good news, he put on his shoes. Back to 2003, I saw you cross the stage and I daydreamed of the signing in my senior book you did on the 1st page. Looking at it is if Jada Pinkett signature was there. Even back further, I saw you on 9/11 after seeing it on tube and the news didn't seem to move you. I thought damn she is strong. While you entertained Killa, I entertained your surroundings only to keep passing you in the hallways. Wait a minute, are you seeing what I am doing? I am recalling all the moments of Latrice. I left home without Latrice, and without her I was stronger as Lightning Grease. 2 hours away, I swear I saw your twins and triplets freshman and sophomore year. I grew balls and stepped to your sister. Not as real and smart-mouthed as Latrice.. they would laugh, you goofy as fuck, wanna fuck? Give me 3 Strong Island Ice Teas, 2 pillows, and 1 while ceiling cause Imma sike myself out as if this is the REAL Latrice. Next morning, where you from? I'm Augusta, and shawty you a busta... see you after lunchtime. I never call any of the fake Latrices back, cause all 5 of them went back and laid on their backs, and in 2006 they never came back. During this time, I still remembered Latrice and how much Latrice still remained in my heart. By this time, the German was in and out and much as another nigga was in and out, who went to the same high school as us that was a fake ass 50 Cent nigga. This probably was around the same time you dated the basketball nigga that was 3 years old than you. Happy, sure Latrice was. I asked Key Key about you and apparently you gave your key key away to him... to your heart that is. To suppress my anger at these headlines, I dated and kissed Fresh-women, Soph-whores, Junior Tricks, and Senior Hoes... that's how it goes. Around the same time as the basketball dude left your life, I had lost my 3 children and yours was still in progress cause emotionally Latrice was mentally process-seen this clown she did not dig, who will dig on top unsuccessfully. I still had a picture to refer to at nighttime, even the same night the German went to jail in March 2007 for fighting as I was fighting missing you.. people would now refer to Latrice as Reba McEntire since in 1977 she sang the same song you sung about not wanting to be a one night stand. Yeah Latrice, you goofy and more country than a peanut in Central Georgia in the hands of a blue wigged woman. Now circle around to present day life, I finally found the unfabriated Latrice. Simple communication and passion leads to immediate infatuation. Between us plenty of regrets, my subliminal abortions and your London, France from a wack night and short dance. So soon, we are about to begin in '10 from being OH "8" in '09. It's easy mathematics of how life led our alphabet aerobics. I piss Latrice off, I love Latrice on. Bring on the peace and luxury flowers to smell on your office desk. Only winners kept dinners on the table. This is not a fable, only a memory lapse about how I collapsed over Latrice. I text her hourly, I think of her rapidly, I sweat in my palms from her mental body, I love her habitually cause Latrice is all I can think about and... and-- my mind just went blank.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! You're a Champion. Your voice makes me stronger. I am confident in Latrice, Lord I cannot get much wronger. How much longer do I have to wait for such this greatness? I am grateful for this opportunity for unity. Latrice, even if it was never to work or you played me this entire time... I would still feel better, go faster, go longer, and be stronger. I will wait even longer. I been waiting on you since 2002.. yup, thats how long I been on ya! Latrice, you are my Jackie Kennedy, my Marilyn Monroe, my Janet Jackson, and my Beyonce.. I mean, future fiance. I want to look in your eyes, point your head to the skies, and make you  feel niiiice. Thank you Love, I mean thank you Latrice. I cherish your goodness in this world. I been loving you since the TV show Dynasty in the 1980s. It's been too long. Let's go faster, feel better, and gooo stronger!!! Damn shame, I never told ya. Everyone, everytime I think of Latrice.. I wonder when will I get to hold her?! I need you right now. I need you right now. Latrice, I need you right now. Do you know how long I been on ya?? Since Mighty Morphin Power Rangers! Since Get Rich or Die Tryin. Since Michael Vick was drafted by Atlanta. Damn shame, I need Latrice. Are you sure I have never told ya??? Since Saturday Morning Cartoons on CBS at the corner CVS. Latrice, look to tomorrow because on your hand you will have VVS. Yes, baby you're blessed. Faster, Better, Stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! You're a Champion. Yes you are! I wonder if you know.. what I mean.. when I tell you how much you mean to me. I wonder if you know.. what I mean.. that you will be my dream come true. I been waiting on Latrice since 2001... every night you are in my sights. I said I would try my best to never wrong ya.. and I meant it. I just wonder if you really know... when I mean.. (deep breath here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you would be my dream come true. Every day I listen about your baby daddy harassing you.. I'm just asking you.. (clears throat) can I break his fuckin fingers?? I want to protect ya.. I mean it.. but I just really wonder if you really know.. what I mean.. well I guess on to the next one though cause I'm about to go nonstop on this next point.. no period, no comma, just one for you and your mama so Imma run on to the next the one follow me cause you don't have to front on me if you down for me then we are headed to the stars I mean what I say when I say I like you and care about you and I believe if you say the same about me so what you have a newborn we about to be the royal family like Redd Foxx in 1992 and yes I mean this when I say it and we will fight and I am already looking forward to our first argument cause I need to detect how much you are really in this thang before the first 6 months is over as a matter of fact I might use the next 40 words to tell you how crazy this connection really is my first memory of you was the around the first 3 weeks of school in the 11th grade 4 days before Beyonce's 20th birthday with the finger waves and long nails and 2 fists full of gold rings and you were one the baddest females in the school I fell for you then 8 years later 3 days after Beyonce 28th birthday we fell for each other so I guess 3 years from now you will be my finance on Beyonce birthday which in the next 20 words I will tell you what you're not you not mean as Hurricane Katrina you Da Baddest Bitch as Trina 9 years before Katrina but cleaner than both we are not Dream and Christina there will be no Love and Hate just a little Bounce Rock Roller Skate on a date next weekend where you probably will refer UNDER but you want to be bent OVER and this part is over... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(deep breath here)&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La-Latriccceee..... don't call the police... wait until I get my money right. As your voice plays in my head right now, it makes me feel very drunk and psychedelic. Woodstock 1969. There is too much bullshit required to mess with a mean ass Latrice. That's why I love it. Just mean. Drunk, Mother, School Hot Girl. In a room with Janis Joplin, Gil Scott-Heron, and John Lennon. Your voice is talking to the needle as I thump your lovin to pump through my veins. I need a hit. I need a hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"..you love me, daddy. you cannot run from me. you better not fall asleep on me. i am the best thing runnin. 100 miles and runnin with NWA in 1992. that's it, put me up to your arm. ingest my love drug. put the flame under the spoon and boil me up. i am hot. i am on fire. i am latrice. the love drug. we got a love thing. we are inseparable. my rapid fire that i spit through your spirit, you cannot escape. medusa. you can call me that, too. i am like the drunken hot girl. daddy, let yourself goooooo. stimulate your miiiiiinnnnnd. i am right here. ahhhhhhhh!!!! i am the best thing runnin. i am the best thing going. there you go. squeeze me. squeeze me. let me go. let me poke out of your veins. yes. yes. YES. YES. grab yourself there. fall over. hahaha! i control your emotions, babe. i am the drug and hot girl. the guitar weeps. dadddyyyy!!! daddddyyyy!!! are you there babbbeee?? the look of love isssss in your eeyyyyeeees. don't gooooo! don't gooooo!! the look of loooooveee...."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too soon to talk about the well wishes, Latrice.&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are Forever. They are all you need to keep you loving me. Tiffany's!! They are shiny. They will show thee how much I love thee. Diamonds are Forever!!&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas is coming, and I think diamonds are in order. No, I don't think I am moving too fast, but I am not proposing either. I like nice things. Smile. I don't do it for the buying of your love. I am doing it, because in society, we are on our way. Show the world how much you mean to me, and I am not afraid. You gotta do something to keep your girl next to you. Diamonds are Forever. Diamonds.. are Forever. I cannot say I have not thought about it. I am not ashamed to say it. If you love someone, then you have to show them. Dinner, flowers.. thats the norm. Victoria's Secret. That's automatic. If you are keeping her smiling and she is supporting you without any arguments, then ... Forever!!!!! Diamonds are Forever. One more thing, as long as I have longed for a wonderful woman, then I will show her how long I been waiting on her.. Diamonds are Forever. We Major! We the Best. We Global. We Global, mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first conversation with Latrice.. shet, I felt better than some head on a Sunday afternoon. Yes, you guess it.. better than a girl who says yes too soon. I felt better than Muhammad Ali when he defeated the mighty Sonny Liston. I felt better than Cool Whip on a Strawberry Shortcake. I felt better than Ray J behind Kim Kardashian. I felt better than Joe Wilson when SHE shouted "You Lie!" at President Obama. I am the Homer Simpson with a 2 cans of Duff beer. I am the NFL player with a can of Campbell's Cream Corn Soup. I am the can of paint that PETA pours on someone wearing fur at an award show. I am Bobby Brown in 1990 after singing Don't be Cruel. I am Kanye West the night he dissed Taylor Swift. I am... feeling great, feeling good, feeling great.. all because of you. Latrice, I wanna go hiking with you, because I'm can scream off the mountain... YES I AM THE SHIT AGAIN!!! I cannot believe I got Latrice, babbbyyy!!!!! I am glad this is not a rodeo, though cause I don't have to worry about falling off you. You throw your water down on Pussy Galore and I fall to the floor, my my my... will still stay up! stay up! stay up! I will eat you as long as I have to .. and I will stay up! stay up! stay up! Even as your nipples begat me through your blouse, I'm aroused as I stay up! stay up! stay up! All I need is 2 shots, some candy, and a damn hug and for your pleasure, I will stand up! stand up! stand up! in it cause it will stay up! stay up! stay up! All night.. All day.. loving you.. I will do it to you. stay up! stay up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Latrice, right now I am running outta breath like I am drowning and my fingers are hurting as if I just finished watching a Vanessa del Rio 1982 VHS tape.  I got less than 500 words left to tell you how much I dig you. You’re magnificent. You’re wonderful. You ARE beautiful. Whoever did not see it and take advantage before me can eat a dick. Damn shame, a goddess is out here floating freely. As we speak, I am listening to you snore on the phone, yes I am 2600 words in and sticking a middle finger at everyone opposing before, during, and after, because this is my time to propose to you. We are about to be a best thing running, and I intend on travelling with you next year and making you laugh many moons to come. I am glad for this opportunity. Latrice, I don’t need a Robocop. You are the baddest girl I have ever seen. Weekly we agree to disagree, and its okaaay… okay okay?? You don’t have to be so mean. You don’t have to be so serious. You don’t have to be so edgy. You don’t have to be so afraid of this new thang. Well.. stay on your guard for other decepticons, so then again… I need Latrice to be my Robocop. Keep walking like a Robocop. Tonight, I just want you to say you will. Between us, there will be no more heartbreaks. Don’t be so paranoid. Baby, you don’t have to worry about it. Baby daddy? You worried about the wrong thing, the wrong things. I am here now. Look at me Latrice, tell me do you think this will last? You don’t have to live this life alone. I am qualified to make you cum through the phone while you’re alone. Yes, lets not worry about what is not in our control, but between us, we are in control.  We will grow in the Lord. We will pray and praise together. Now you’re worried about the wrong thing, the wrong things. When I make you displeased with me, Latrice, don’t be so heartless. Actually, I am so full of heart, you can keep being heartless until you cool off and there will be enough heart left to drink between us. I look at the moon at night, and am glad for your presence. Your presence, these moments.. I am too grateful for.  Whatever happens, never hate me. Say you will.. never hate me. I see your Love is Locked down, but I am purchasing a key to unlock it, slowly. Yes, yes, yes! Even through the High School “wire,” you just have been a goddess to me, so you’re mine now. I will find an evil laugh and use it around your friends. I am just happy like Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch. This is punch drunk love, go get my Vodka, trick. 3000 Words and Latrice. The high school crush wait is over.. 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/&gt;They turned on some Rick James&lt;br /&gt;followed by some Drunk Games while watching airplanes&lt;br /&gt;Young Buck, go pour some Coke and Golden Grain&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mane, I was only 7 sittin' next to a tub of Sulfur 8&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty late and the adults are leaning on the gates&lt;br /&gt;Go get a dinner plate but in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;A man arm is tied up with blue lips from 'shrooms&lt;br /&gt;House Party on TV, House Party in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Damn food, I like the sights&lt;br /&gt;Under the city lights&lt;br /&gt;everyone is high as a kite&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Gaye is on display in his hayday&lt;br /&gt;Payday wrapper on the ground from the sound &lt;br /&gt;of a man with flour under his nose delivering blows&lt;br /&gt;while the Michelob dude hits the ground&lt;br /&gt;All in one night, age 7, I was introduced to heaven&lt;br /&gt;or Augusta's own Studio 57&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of toots, Plenty of tools&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of teets, Plenty of feets&lt;br /&gt;So young seeing so much, I tried to touch&lt;br /&gt;but Motif with pimples on his arms&lt;br /&gt;Hit my hand with my brush&lt;br /&gt;next thing I see, my 4th grade crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Drugs Rule Everything Around Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th grade, introduced to Marlboro&lt;br /&gt;on the railroad by a white boy who also had blow&lt;br /&gt;Around the same, only my girlfriend had teets for show&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be Different? Just say no??&lt;br /&gt;1721 days later, I'm at another House Party&lt;br /&gt;Lines and Lines of Coke in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Motif is back again with a shoe string around his arm&lt;br /&gt;Fire Alarm, its too much smoke in this place&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got a taste in my face&lt;br /&gt;I was outta place but didn't know it was a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;So much hash in haste, I even saw the old man stiff paste&lt;br /&gt;Did I have a bad mother?? &lt;br /&gt;This was for me to discover&lt;br /&gt;That Drugs rules everything around me&lt;br /&gt;But don't play me, what's the flour on the back of the toilet??&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, It's cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Want some kid?? &lt;br /&gt;Some called it Rick James&lt;br /&gt;but I walked away cause I wanted to play "hop on a girl" game&lt;br /&gt;3am, men walking around lookin like zombies&lt;br /&gt;It's Thriller Night in the hood&lt;br /&gt;Another House Party and up to no good&lt;br /&gt;Lil Kid grab that heroin for me&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Yes you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Drugs Rule Everything Around Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Golden Grain to Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Black to White to Puerto Ri-cane&lt;br /&gt;It's time to leave my mama house&lt;br /&gt;Look down, its a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Look up, its the love drug&lt;br /&gt;X to get you some XXX&lt;br /&gt;after drinking on some XX&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the pill, then she will swallow me&lt;br /&gt;No pee, No teeth&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and hypnotized by her disguise&lt;br /&gt;but I need your thighs to look to the skies&lt;br /&gt;while listening to Plies as she let out a loud sighs&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open from the poking&lt;br /&gt;to come back to normal to know that I did know her name&lt;br /&gt;We was floating on extacy... extacy...&lt;br /&gt;They got me. Drugs are all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Free Love Movement&lt;br /&gt;They had little paper and little weed&lt;br /&gt;but today, corporates and ghettos need weed to succeed &lt;br /&gt;Drugs and Humans have a love thing&lt;br /&gt;I seen in between the same thing while flying&lt;br /&gt;but I'm in my twenties I, myself, have a lot of drinking to bring&lt;br /&gt;Up to it, Down to it&lt;br /&gt;I do it cause I'm used to it&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it to win it &lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot drunk sex to do&lt;br /&gt;no drugs for me&lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot of nights skeet through&lt;br /&gt;everyone screw, everyone is through&lt;br /&gt;Bodies everywhere, Lives to spare&lt;br /&gt;Young living like you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Been around drugs since I was puberty&lt;br /&gt;They gave me the liberty to deliver me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the drug men, they showed me the way of sin&lt;br /&gt;I saw the shoot in the arm, in the nose&lt;br /&gt;but girls showed me between the chin and the nose is where it goes&lt;br /&gt;Blow your nose and it bleeds&lt;br /&gt;Bend on their knees&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them for these devilish deeds&lt;br /&gt;I mean, activities&lt;br /&gt;So young, they snorted their lives away&lt;br /&gt;Forget the day of being gay&lt;br /&gt;They play in the hay with a bottle of Seagrams&lt;br /&gt;I was a little pilgram&lt;br /&gt;Since 2004, my eyes relapse&lt;br /&gt;Emory, Georgia Tech, Spelman, Morehouse...&lt;br /&gt;My friends, People my age... deja vu, perhaps??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-5822988929030179447?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5822988929030179447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-1243200409766043300</id><published>2009-09-15T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:02:35.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redd foxx'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Moment III by Redd Foxx</title><content type='html'>What's the definition of &lt;strong&gt;"indescent" &lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-When its IN long and its IN hard and its IN deep, then its indescent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-1243200409766043300?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1243200409766043300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=1243200409766043300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1243200409766043300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1243200409766043300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-of-moment-iii-by-redd-foxx.html' title='Joke of the Moment III by Redd Foxx'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-4681306685029649012</id><published>2009-09-14T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:40:00.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry home movies'/><title type='text'>Latrice 3: Part-Time Lover [Blackberry Home Movies #3]</title><content type='html'>Shawty you make me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;(clear throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawty you make me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;I left you again&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again in AUG..&lt;br /&gt;Oops 305 M.I.yayo Dade County..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, um...Ohio&lt;br /&gt;You're a playa&lt;br /&gt;Be my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, you might do ya thang&lt;br /&gt;You might be still feelin' yo exboyfriend/babydaddy, who's the blame??&lt;br /&gt;They like you like I like you&lt;br /&gt;You're my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still beautiful not like Swamp Thang&lt;br /&gt;You're still tender like a Chicken Wang&lt;br /&gt;Can I kiss you like Eddie Murphy kissed Lela, Halle, and Robin in Boomerang?&lt;br /&gt;Can I pop you off like Lauren and Wayne; like Nivea and Wayne.... &lt;br /&gt;I might get attached, it won't be the same thang...&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my french,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the flowers like Jada and dude in Jason's Lyric&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I double back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shawty you make me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;I left you again&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again in AUG..&lt;br /&gt;Oops 305 M.I.yayo Dade County..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, um...Ohio&lt;br /&gt;You're a playa&lt;br /&gt;Be my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, you might do ya thang&lt;br /&gt;You might be still feelin' yo exboyfriend/babydaddy, who's the blame??&lt;br /&gt;They like you like I like you&lt;br /&gt;You're my Part Time Lover&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Morgan Road to Old Evans Road&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Memorial Drive Stone Mountain to Memorial Drive Downtown&lt;br /&gt;You're sweeter than Polynesian Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Last night's moment is what I lack&lt;br /&gt;Outside your house,&lt;br /&gt;A tongue in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Forget about Killa&lt;br /&gt;No one cares no more than Dream Radio Killa&lt;br /&gt;Or San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 4 hour Midnight Show&lt;br /&gt;This is not the time to bring up the exgirlfriend who smokes blow&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the text messages, the facebook comments&lt;br /&gt;Kanye said last night you had the best stuff of the year&lt;br /&gt;in front Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm a flirt&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;They don't mean anything right now&lt;br /&gt;Love me quickly&lt;br /&gt;Imma slap yo butt&lt;br /&gt;Now leave the house, the time is up..&lt;br /&gt;I left you again&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again in AUG..&lt;br /&gt;Oops 305 M.I.yayo Dade County..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, um...Ohio&lt;br /&gt;You're a playa&lt;br /&gt;Be my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, you might do ya thang&lt;br /&gt;You might be still feelin' yo exboyfriend/babydaddy, who's the blame??&lt;br /&gt;They like you like I like you&lt;br /&gt;You're my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these few hours, I'm gonna use my Goldfinger like James Bond&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to use my Golden Gun like James Bond&lt;br /&gt;Since I have had my Goldeneye on you since High School like James Bond&lt;br /&gt;Full-fledged sexy woman like Jill&lt;br /&gt;Crown Royal on ice&lt;br /&gt;Is that nice??&lt;br /&gt;Tongue up in ya like to the bottom of a fruit cup&lt;br /&gt;Which Way is Up with Richard Pryor&lt;br /&gt;knock the bottom out, ain't it mama??&lt;br /&gt;Della Reese must have been on time&lt;br /&gt;Poonanny so good, throw it up &amp; it turns into Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Healing and Gettin' it on to Marvin&lt;br /&gt;Turn a good girl bad girl briefly like Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, you'll be wanting to Kiss me thru the Phone&lt;br /&gt;We not blaming it on the alcohol with Jamie&lt;br /&gt;We not blaming it on the boogie with the Jacksons&lt;br /&gt;It's light, camera, action&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much time&lt;br /&gt;We're all stars now in The Dope Show with Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Bounce you up and down to the window to the muthafuckin' wall&lt;br /&gt;Hands around your throat gently, sweatin' and stuck&lt;br /&gt;Shorty wanna ride ON me like Young Buck&lt;br /&gt;This is just another ghetto story like Jaheim&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes rolled to back of your head cause of my big ego&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce brought out your Sasha Fierce&lt;br /&gt;Best you ever had.. best-best you ever had..&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend #2? Boyfriend #2??&lt;br /&gt;You just cum too loud, tonight were through&lt;br /&gt;I left you again&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again in AUG..&lt;br /&gt;Oops 305 M.I.yayo Dade County..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, um...Ohio&lt;br /&gt;You're a playa&lt;br /&gt;Be my Part Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, you might do ya thang&lt;br /&gt;You might be still feelin' yo exboyfriend/babydaddy, who's the blame??&lt;br /&gt;They like you like I like you&lt;br /&gt;You're my Part Time Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-4681306685029649012?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4681306685029649012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=4681306685029649012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4681306685029649012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4681306685029649012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/latrice-3-part-time-lover-blackberry.html' title='Latrice 3: Part-Time Lover [Blackberry Home Movies #3]'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-6315737693460937056</id><published>2009-09-13T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:17:55.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry home movies'/><title type='text'>Blackberry Home Movies #2</title><content type='html'>So as I sit here at my grandma house, I am thankful for life. She turned 89 yrs old on 9/11. She is such a power spirit to seem amongst. We don't have to say much to each other, but to sit and know that I too have a chance at a long life. As I praise God for life and all He continues to teach me, there is one thing that will not change, which is any type of relationship with my biological father. I am currently sitting next to him, and we are not conversing. He is reading his newspaper (an old one at that) without much to say. I did grow up without him around and he is a revolving alcoholic, but IN THIS LIFETIME it is important to me to have family and to sustain one to the best of my abilities through my eyes, through my legs. I have love by friends back in ----------, but my family on the maternal side is slightly dysfunctional and segregated and my father and myself have no relationship. I love my grandma (paternal) dearly even though I do not do a great job of weekly/daily/monthly communication and visitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, love is the most important thing to me, to spread throughout all nations, throughout all communications, and through my relationships. Currently on the dating scene, I try for love and longevity, and it too suffers for various of reasons. I shall not blame the power of segregation in my life on the lack of continuous connection with a young lady. I try to do my best to grow with one special woman, but times it fail. It is here between my father and a significant other that I only feel inadequate. Jesus IS love, and so is pain. How do I gel the two together to produce success and the perfect life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love President Obama, but the pain of the advesary is the  shortcomings of this nation. The same for Chris Brown, Whitney Houston, most recently Serena Williams... and of the other side, Bernie Madoff, Rep. Joe Wilson and so on. I am a simple man. I am the friendliest and cool dude on Earth, in my opinion, but why must I sit here right now and question why one (or two) people will not join in love in my life??? My grandma and grandfather was married for years until his death in 1996, so I have to ask....what becomes of the brokenhearted??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable, but....Unity. I am the present day Ezzard Charles, Joe Louis, Sonny Liston, Muhammad Ali, Sugar Ray Robinson, Sugar Ray Leonard, Joe Frazier, Mike Tyson, but the only problem... They fought past their primes and ended their careers with losing records and slightly broken financially so again....what becomes of the brokenhearted??? Love, but inadequacies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-6315737693460937056?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6315737693460937056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=6315737693460937056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6315737693460937056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/6315737693460937056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackberry-home-movies-2.html' title='Blackberry Home Movies #2'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-1267157120991116184</id><published>2009-09-13T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:28:16.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry home movies'/><title type='text'>Blackberry Home Movies #1</title><content type='html'>I really don't get society. I know a lot of people, more directly women. So since I know a lot of women, I am automatically a flirt, or a threat to be in a relationship with, or have a lot of women all up on me. But on the other hand, if a dude hung out with a lotta dudes, then he gay. Society is made up of a buncha bullshit, more directly women that I am interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell nah, I am even mad at ya. I'll find me a Hispanic chick one day to hold me down since I can't be true to you cause of my associations in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-1267157120991116184?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1267157120991116184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=1267157120991116184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1267157120991116184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1267157120991116184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackberry-home-movies-1.html' title='Blackberry Home Movies #1'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-2267523491203381515</id><published>2009-09-11T04:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:19:00.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latrice pt.2: Thank you [Love]</title><content type='html'>Thank You Love for giving me...&lt;br /&gt;a once in a lifetime opportunity&lt;br /&gt;It is unusual that I wanna dance and sing a song&lt;br /&gt;for you all the sunshine day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see you face&lt;br /&gt;and to put my arms around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love for forgiving me&lt;br /&gt;cause I did not want to walk away without shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;I was unprepared for these days&lt;br /&gt;How can a man be hypnotized so quickly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely never in my wildest dreams like Tina Turner in 95&lt;br /&gt;did I think we would connect while I am still alive&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't apart today&lt;br /&gt;no day&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to stay smiling inside?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it too soon for us to glide??&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you're my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Latrice for presenting me...&lt;br /&gt;potentially your heart, no trick but a treat&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be heavenly..&lt;br /&gt;cause I am not the only fella with a buckled knee&lt;br /&gt;A real live Lucky Charm&lt;br /&gt;inside, you don't cause no harm&lt;br /&gt;I think I will end up the luckiest guy in the land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its true, I will be blessfully hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You can command me to give you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I will look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;..and I will never keep it under disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love. Thank you Love. Thank you Love. Latrice, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love. Thank you Love. Thank you Love. Latrice, I wanna thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Love for giving me...&lt;br /&gt;a once in a lifetime opportunity&lt;br /&gt;It is unusual that I wanna dance and sing a song&lt;br /&gt;for you all the sunshine day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see you face&lt;br /&gt;and to put my arms around your waist&lt;br /&gt;What day did this become reality??&lt;br /&gt;Excitedly, I am genuinely proud..&lt;br /&gt;You are my peace of mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you, Latrice.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love. Thank yooou Looove!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you, Latrice.&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, you have been a treat to me. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love. &lt;br /&gt;Too soon to ask you to not go away..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Love. I wanna thank you, Latrice..&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and sweet dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-2267523491203381515?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/2267523491203381515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=2267523491203381515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/2267523491203381515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/2267523491203381515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/latrice-pt2-thank-you-love.html' title='Latrice pt.2: Thank you [Love]'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-262346392108912495</id><published>2009-09-11T00:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:07:59.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise him'/><title type='text'>Praise Him 3</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord for giving me..&lt;br /&gt;Life, favor... the greatest gift a man can receive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna praise you Lord.. I wanna thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Loooord. I really wanna thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can do it like thee&lt;br /&gt;you are all I need&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my faith in thee&lt;br /&gt;and watch your works weekly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord..&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I thank you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-262346392108912495?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/262346392108912495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=262346392108912495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/262346392108912495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/262346392108912495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/praise-him-3.html' title='Praise Him 3'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-4604505561989377987</id><published>2009-09-10T08:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:55:41.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president of the united states'/><title type='text'>Rep. Joe Wilson heckled President Obama "You Lie" during Speech SO CALL HIM ON THE PHONE NOW!!!!!!(video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.tinypic.com/2gxk4dw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 531px; height: 345px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2gxk4dw.jpgD" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="525" height="444"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3aE_nEoE5kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3aE_nEoE5kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="555" height="444"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Sen. McCain said Rep. Wilson of South Carolina should apologize for such actions, and Rep. Wilson did so, but stating, &lt;blockquote&gt;"This evening I let my emotions get the best of me when listening to the President’s remarks regarding the coverage of illegal immigrants in the health care bill. While I disagree with the President’s statement, my comments were inappropriate and regrettable. I extend sincere apologies to the President for this lack of civility."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These type of actions are deplorable, so if you would like to heckle Rep. Joe Wilson of wack ass South Carolina, then.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Call (202) 225-2452 / (803) 939-0041 to voice your opinions or go to Twitter @congjoewilson !!!! Spread the word!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-4604505561989377987?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4604505561989377987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=4604505561989377987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4604505561989377987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4604505561989377987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/rep-joe-wilson-heckled-president-obama.html' title='Rep. Joe Wilson heckled President Obama &quot;You Lie&quot; during Speech SO CALL HIM ON THE PHONE NOW!!!!!!(video)'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-9186972790664625901</id><published>2009-09-10T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:38:10.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise him'/><title type='text'>Praise Him 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Let's remember to think of the haves, and not the havenots. This world is built off sinners and deceivers, rich and poor. There are cults and movements created to keep an individual hating themselves and their possessions. God provides for us all. He brought us here to serve Him, deliver His word, and be a powerful entity in this world. Allow not society dictate personal happyness. Love me. Love yourself. Genuinely. Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scripture for Today is Matthew 6:6 AND Philippians 3. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-9186972790664625901?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/9186972790664625901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=9186972790664625901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/9186972790664625901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/9186972790664625901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/praise-him-2.html' title='Praise Him 2'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-1973326276011391257</id><published>2009-09-09T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:53:00.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron's Rap II: Mental Telepathy</title><content type='html'>First one &lt;a href="http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2008/12/rons-rap-part-one.html"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama..&lt;br /&gt;How are you??&lt;br /&gt;It has been minute since we last spoke&lt;br /&gt;I am back from travelling the world&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong, you're cry again??&lt;br /&gt;You and your boyfriend broke up, huh??&lt;br /&gt;What happened this time??&lt;br /&gt;Well come come, let me hold you..&lt;br /&gt;Why won't he just leave you alone??&lt;br /&gt;Is that right, you had to move out??&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I am here now. &lt;br /&gt;I truly missed you, so you can stop crying. &lt;br /&gt;Look, you are a strong, beautiful black woman&lt;br /&gt;People often times forget how to treat a real lady&lt;br /&gt;C'mon now, stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;shhhh!!!! shhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;There a little something I want to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind right now. &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you have been scared and lonely for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're with a brand new baby and..&lt;br /&gt;and... inside, you just need a nice soul to relax your mind&lt;br /&gt;I can also sense that you sense how my heart still pounds for you &lt;br /&gt;that might explain why you ran into my hands just now &lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will not leave your side&lt;br /&gt;I have been single for 2 years now, and I am ready to step up to the plate&lt;br /&gt;We have experience a lot of dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;A new African American president&lt;br /&gt;Kobe won without Shaq&lt;br /&gt;funny movies, funny songs, funny times&lt;br /&gt;Just know sometimes when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am not good enough for you &lt;br /&gt;You know how you women can be sterotypical in wanting a man&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am not that for you...&lt;br /&gt;but I am reading your mind, and you just confused&lt;br /&gt;just like the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is skeptical of everyone and everything&lt;br /&gt;Silly is the day where our President cannot talk to our children&lt;br /&gt;of the future..&lt;br /&gt;But right now.. me and you...&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to let norms stand between us&lt;br /&gt;I have truly missed you &lt;br /&gt;Even though things might get tough for you&lt;br /&gt;but whenever things get extremely bad&lt;br /&gt;just know that I still truly love you&lt;br /&gt;You are still MAGICAL...&lt;br /&gt;you can sense what I feel, right??&lt;br /&gt;We have all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;cause I will cook for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;and you will see the words of my heart like this.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-1973326276011391257?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1973326276011391257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=1973326276011391257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1973326276011391257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/1973326276011391257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/rons-rap-ii-mental-telepathy.html' title='Ron&apos;s Rap II: Mental Telepathy'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-4091528989974810537</id><published>2009-09-09T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:58:45.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latrice.</title><content type='html'>(clears throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a powerful Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;from gleam of your braces to the present day 2009&lt;br /&gt;She still has the sharpest tongue and sparkle of the magic&lt;br /&gt;How tragic is the pain she endured in my absence&lt;br /&gt;Happenstance, I wanna have a chance to relax your mind&lt;br /&gt;as mine to aid curing your sharp wit from recent split&lt;br /&gt;Within 24 hours, we texted over 275 times&lt;br /&gt;My phone couldn't take the magic and slowed up 252 times&lt;br /&gt;This moment was too much for the usual day&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey.. it is a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;5'5, 100-something odd pounds&lt;br /&gt;Latrice Latrice Latrice&lt;br /&gt;November 19th, the prettiest Scorpio was born&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward..&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get a on months ahead from now&lt;br /&gt;will the same courted lady friend of yours allow?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty commendable strength you still possess&lt;br /&gt;Excess time alone to dream and creep slow&lt;br /&gt;In your bed, your child on your chest&lt;br /&gt;A Queen can out talk any man and wo-man&lt;br /&gt;doing the best she can in this present day land&lt;br /&gt;3 tattoos, 2 alcoholic drinks was enough to stamp her life&lt;br /&gt;Latrice.&lt;br /&gt;The tip of a spear, a special woman created unable to forget&lt;br /&gt;Witty enough to go toe to toe with evil and win without a split&lt;br /&gt;Experience immediate Love Drunkenness&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really missed this lady&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling a feeling of wanting to be next to her without being shady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"How did you know my full name..?? Damn, I cannot believe I told you all of that. I come from 2 relationships of engagements and the last dude did not understand that I could not stand him. I .. I guess I was still blinded by the disappointment of my relationship before then. ....I told that dude during labor that I could not stand him. When I moved out, I took everything.. I need somebody with some goals and can be clean around the house for one...."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is working on a purified soul through the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord another night of some Ghetto Love&lt;br /&gt;Still Ghetto and Ghetto Classics&lt;br /&gt;I guess while we're talking every moment&lt;br /&gt;She is study this Makings of a Man on repeat&lt;br /&gt;pass the heat while I keep praising Him and loving the seed &lt;br /&gt;He bleed for me on the cross within the last month&lt;br /&gt;Now Latrice legacy is officially being carried on&lt;br /&gt;One that is mainly homebody and feeling sexy &lt;br /&gt;It's like she know she what is expect&lt;br /&gt;and for her to get it she needs someone to protect &lt;br /&gt;Simple attention is not enough&lt;br /&gt;The World is not Enough, she needs to know you are loyal to her&lt;br /&gt;Already dreaming hot dreams too real for one to take &lt;br /&gt;for Heaven's Sake don't make a mistake &lt;br /&gt;I don't appreciate the comment you made&lt;br /&gt;so she says&lt;br /&gt;I have feelings beneath all the hardcore&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is so sore that I will stomp you to the floor&lt;br /&gt;with my mouth before I let another in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It don't rain in London and I have a thing for you &lt;br /&gt;Ain't that something we're already through?&lt;br /&gt;She is still a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See.. it's like I go to church and my Bishop really gives me the Word. Right now in life, I just love my baby. My baby daddy do stuff out of spite. I can just sense things. I don't tolerate foolishness. When I moved, I took everything that was mine. Everything. Everything. Each time I look at my baby, I see that everything is worth it. I wish the circumstances would have been better, but... anyone who is with me has to be able to be real with me, because when I am with you, I am with you. So... don't send me to voicemail. I don't appreciate it. When you have time for me, you text me.. I just need more. I have never been fully satisfied... Everything I say is not a joke, ya know.. I do have a heart, I'm not always hard, ya know...."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-4091528989974810537?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4091528989974810537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=4091528989974810537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4091528989974810537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/4091528989974810537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/latrice.html' title='Latrice.'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913571481015363699.post-3815549072786056584</id><published>2009-09-08T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:47:11.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redd foxx'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Moment II by Redd Foxx</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between a fly and a mosquito?&lt;br /&gt;-You can't sow a zipper on a mosquito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2913571481015363699-3815549072786056584?l=supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3815549072786056584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2913571481015363699&amp;postID=3815549072786056584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/3815549072786056584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2913571481015363699/posts/default/3815549072786056584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-of-moment-ii-by-redd-foxx.html' title='Joke of the Moment II by Redd Foxx'/><author><name>Ron Mexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209010631199277848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16472805326989394034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>