Brandelyn: Lyrical Contradiction

I’m just sayin’ Volume 11...

I was reading through my old blogs yesterday and decided I needed to bring I’m just Sayin’ back. So here we go...

How could I have not known?! This morning as I completed my daily routine of shower, dress, breakfast, bounce, I walked into my living room to turn off the tv and was immediately greeted by Tevin Campbell singing “Back to the world.” Now as I watched this video I noticed his twists with the burned ends, his metallic outfits and his complete and total disassociation from the girl in his video and it hit me, HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT THAT MAN WAS GAY?! In high school, they used to call me Mrs. Campbell because I was sooo in love with him. I used to buy Word Up magazine and cut his pictures out and put them up on my wall. I had every single album and even used my babyface to get in back stage at the Holiday Cool Down just so I could meet him. I refused to watch the Fresh Prince of Bel Air for a month after he kissed Ashley on the cheek during her birthday party. Of course, let me not forget to mention the 3 hour bus trips from Pasadena to the Third street promenade just because Word Up told me that he liked to frequent a French fry place there. (Mom did you know about that?! LOL!!!) Yes, I was young and he was my Hollywood crush. But as I watched that video this morning, the signs were so clear. Matter of fact, there were no signs, it was just straight up laid out for all to see! Man...How could I have not known?! I’m just sayin’.... (Oh and keep your comments clean Amarra! LOL!!!)

LA Is never too far away...As much as I try and claim the Bay with all of my might, there is a little part of me that will never forget where I came from. The side of me that will always involuntarily represent Los Angeles whether I like it or not. This side of me only comes out when I am behind the wheel. I don’t know what happens. Outside of the car I am talking about peace and love, butterflies and social justice, but the minute I slide into my car and turn the key, LA just comes pouring out of me. The speed limit is for suckers! I’ve got places to be! People get honked at, I’m weaving in and out of traffic, knocking bicyclers off of there bikes, threatening anyone who dares step out off of the curb, I get vicious. I don’t even know it’s happening until I see the look of shock on my passengers face, or on the person I almost hit with my car who was in my way. And please don’t even get me started on Pigeons. They don’t even stand a chance. Now I don’t want you to think I’m ripping through every city, causing havoc everywhere I go, no, I’m not a blip on my local sheriff’s radar. I keep it cool, but there are those moments when I will dip in and out of the lanes and throw a dirty look at someone as I drive along drinking my coffee and talking to my Rose on my Cell phone. So the moral of the story is no matter how accurate my Thizz face becomes. How many e-40 songs I memorize or how many Angela Davis lectures I attend, the fact of the matter is, LA is never far away.

Peace Y’all