Okay, so tonight I will try a little hustle and flow:

Yeah
Time to bring your ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z, Xzibit
Snoop double G, uh O.G (Westcoast, Los Angeles)
Uh, bring it live, Dr. Dre
What
Throwin' up a big W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, listen, look


You ain't try to high box with me
I'm swing hard liquor
Goin' down by the second round
All for the underground
Hideout sound
Xzibit mackin' down for my conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist
Hit a bomb shit
Blast with metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why Niggas promise keep on steppin'
Xzibit ready to scrap
Like Mike Tyson with his license back
9 to 5, minimum wage
What type of lights is that for me
It not for me
You fuckin' round with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You outta your destiny
You don't wanna tango with the X,
strangle your neck
slap like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin' tryin' to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin' treated like a prostitute
So check the sound scale


All I wanna be was a G, ha
My poor guide, Nigga please, ha
Breakin' on these motherfuckin' keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha
Bet you don't wanna fuck with this


Oh no, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heazy baby
You jockin' my style
You so crazy
Dre said, Ain't No Limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch
You fine and I dig your style
Come fuck with a Nigga
Do it Doggystyle
I'll be gentile, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in a rental
Lincoln Continental
Um, coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(Yeah Nigga you know what's happenin' man)
X-ing bitches and your click can't say no
(These bitches know what time it is)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(Yeah, oh, a story bout a Nigga like me)
X-ing bitches and your click can't say no
(I'ma hip these hoes, Nigga)


Bitch please
Get down on your goddamn knees
For this money, chronic, blow that weed
You fuckin' with some real O.G's
Bitch please
Bitch please
Get down on your motherfuckin' knees
We came to get the motherfuckin' G's
Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's
You dick-tease


Bitch please
Now what you need to do is
Hand my coat
And roll me some dough in
Different strokes,
for different folks
Oh, you like settin' Niggas up and gettin' them loc's
Oh, cute lil' bitch with a whole lot hard
Shit get thick when the lights get dark
She said she got some lick for me
Worked about 200 G's and 30 keys
Now check this out Dre
Snap if I don't move
Then a Nigga like me
Shit I don't lose
But you know me
Dogg I'm movin'
Ain't nothin' to it, but to get the groovin'
You've been waitin' on a Nigga like me
To take your chance and ride with men and beat up the pussy
A victim off the circumstance
Pass the devil
They always wanna dance
See we grow up with a bang
I'm tryin' to work this cold thing
And take this whole thing
I get the money everywhere that I go
I bust a bitch and take here money fo' sho'
I get the money everywhere that I go
I bust a bitch and take here money fo' sho'


Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin' DPG
Till the day I D-I-E

What's in a mind? Do you mind? Oh, you are so kind. I must make a find. Rind. Bind. Rewind. dniB dniR dnif a ekam tsum I dnik os era uoy, hO dnim uoy oD dnim a ni s'tahW

What's in a mind? Is it the prevalence of thought, the substance of humanity that promotes good, bad, and everything in between? Or is what lies in the mind something more substantial?

A life is just a dream we all have to awaken from. What a dream my life shall be to remember when I awaken to the reality awaiting my return.

Dreams. Whisps. A string of vaporous thought... gone. Focus focus.

Final. End. Conclude. Rewind.

Well, this last couple of weeks have been interesting. Many know the story and I don't particularly care to repeat the tale.

I was recently working at my LSU job in Middleton Library. I was standing in the middle of  rows QA 103 and QA 199, shelving books and thinking about my life. Where I have gone, what paths I had tread, what transgressions I had made upon dear friends and, even worse, on myself. As odd as it seems, I have finally concluded that I have caged myself, purposefully. My intent was for protection, yet I irrevocably blocked myself from living the life I so had wanted and thought I was living.

I stood there for a moment, clasping some book entitled Sex, Love, and Power. How odd, I thought. Though noone realizes it, these three subjects are my life. I am constantly worried of how I appear, how sexually appealing I could be to that particular person, no matter how grotesque it may seem to all reading that I Jeremy Robertson would admit to such a lowly train of thought. I dream constantly of accepted and returned love, of being enveloped in the arms of "the one." I strive to be powerful both willfully and emotionally.

However, this is not so. I don't fulfill a single one of those qualities I so desire. I am not a sexual person- I am not sexy, hot, gorgeous.. I am just mediocre. I love, but it is all the wrong kinds of love- I fall too easy for the wrong things and can't fight my way from them. I have no power- I am a weak, insignificant dot upon the history of mankind.

All these revelations overtook me in the QA section. All I was before has been left behind there, to sit forever on the shelf beside Sex, Love, and Power. Now I have to find my next guide book.

There is your update.