I been a broken down car on the side of the road.
I been the silly man that's never read the bible befo.
I've walked miles on hot coal alone in the dark.
I been stabbed in the back and shot in the heart.
I been a low life scum from the bottom of Earth,
but all that changed when I put my dick in the dirt.
It was hard at first I had so much I had to go through,
wouldn't believe all the things that I used to do.
But for you I gave it all up, I'd would never turn around
or go back. Because of you I finally gave it all up
and I finally got my life on track. I aint goin back.
I been old bad road, been a dirty tee shirt, and
a broken piece of glass.
I been called an asshole by the ones I love, and
said things I shouldn't have.
But that shit dont matter no more, because the one
I love just played me bad.
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ADD V2,3,4
ADD B
ADD ADD. C
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
"Still Hate You"
When I was out the other day I saw some mutual friends.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
Then every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Man fuck this shit, I cant believe just how it ended,
my heart was really in it, but you was just pretendin'.
The double trouble, I think about the shit we did.
The first thing we went and did was went and got a set
of wheels, now sitting here thinkin cant believe this
the end of the deal.
Even came to the burial, when no other friend did.
I thought it was original when I seen you cryin.
You said that you loved me now I know you was lyin.
First to admit, there's a lot I coulda done better,
I hope you got enough to throw away forever.
there was a day you told me you were feeling invisible
but I gave you my all an you became invincible.
Now sittin here thinkin, how did we let this happen,
cause you and I both know you over reacted.
And I was out the other day I saw some mutual friends.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Never switch it up on the one that had your back even
when we was hungry I'd call up Pop Paw Jack.
I could of had a lot but said fuck it, you were the
homie, and dealt with a stubborn fuck and a pill junkie.
I'm scared to sleep because I see you in my dreams,
I wake up in sweat and swear I wanna scream.
I was the dude that made them late night trips for ya,
I was the dude that was willing to die for ya.
I might of disrespected, but said I'd never lie to ya,
I even cleaned house and washed my hands for ya.
And I was out the other day I saw some mutual friends.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Brought every dollar that I had and put it on your table.
It was a lot and Kim I'm sorry that I enabled.
All you ever had to say was drop it, it's okay and all I
ever wanted was for you to say fuck it lets quit today.
And when times got rough we would remain in unity,
never would stop choppin through the community,
and now I ask myself if it should of been you and me.
Now back to reality, brotha you find anotha mothafucka
like me that's willing to stand beside you.
I was the one you called when walls were tumbling down,
the only light when I had a frown.
You told me you want us forever not to separate and
stay together, that's why you wore Pa's necklace and
I be damn if you didn't give me the set of county bracelets.
Just the other day, I told myself I just want to board
a plane, with everything I own in a bag an move far away.
And I started to reminisce about everything we had done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
It's hard to love you, It's hard to love you.
It's hard to love you, It's like I'm stuck witch you.
Man I'm stuck witch you...
---------------------------------------------------------
I got a brotha that's out there gone and I really aint the one
to tell him he's wrong.
It hurts me deep in the pits of my soul cause he's the one that
really hit home. I done seen him get his ball on, seen him get cash, now I see him hung up on the past.
Hooked on that shit and dont know what to do. Brotha noone cant change it but you. Hopefully, you'll get clean again and you can understand life got meaning man and there's more to it than whatcha doin with it. It's out there for you, you gotta man up, go and get it. But imma tolerate this, though I hate this.
I love you so much, but I cant be your crutch, when you get ready
to change things homie I'll be right here you know you can count on me.
Where ever you go whatever you do, know I will be
right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks I'll be
right here waiting for you.
I'll be waiting.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
Then every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Man fuck this shit, I cant believe just how it ended,
my heart was really in it, but you was just pretendin'.
The double trouble, I think about the shit we did.
The first thing we went and did was went and got a set
of wheels, now sitting here thinkin cant believe this
the end of the deal.
Even came to the burial, when no other friend did.
I thought it was original when I seen you cryin.
You said that you loved me now I know you was lyin.
First to admit, there's a lot I coulda done better,
I hope you got enough to throw away forever.
there was a day you told me you were feeling invisible
but I gave you my all an you became invincible.
Now sittin here thinkin, how did we let this happen,
cause you and I both know you over reacted.
And I was out the other day I saw some mutual friends.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Never switch it up on the one that had your back even
when we was hungry I'd call up Pop Paw Jack.
I could of had a lot but said fuck it, you were the
homie, and dealt with a stubborn fuck and a pill junkie.
I'm scared to sleep because I see you in my dreams,
I wake up in sweat and swear I wanna scream.
I was the dude that made them late night trips for ya,
I was the dude that was willing to die for ya.
I might of disrespected, but said I'd never lie to ya,
I even cleaned house and washed my hands for ya.
And I was out the other day I saw some mutual friends.
They asked if I had spoke to you, an I thought about back when.
An I started to reminisce about everything we done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
And I still hate your ass, and I still hate your ass.
And I still hate your ass, but I cant escape the past.
Brought every dollar that I had and put it on your table.
It was a lot and Kim I'm sorry that I enabled.
All you ever had to say was drop it, it's okay and all I
ever wanted was for you to say fuck it lets quit today.
And when times got rough we would remain in unity,
never would stop choppin through the community,
and now I ask myself if it should of been you and me.
Now back to reality, brotha you find anotha mothafucka
like me that's willing to stand beside you.
I was the one you called when walls were tumbling down,
the only light when I had a frown.
You told me you want us forever not to separate and
stay together, that's why you wore Pa's necklace and
I be damn if you didn't give me the set of county bracelets.
Just the other day, I told myself I just want to board
a plane, with everything I own in a bag an move far away.
And I started to reminisce about everything we had done.
An every feeling I had for you came back at once.
It's hard to love you, It's hard to love you.
It's hard to love you, It's like I'm stuck witch you.
Man I'm stuck witch you...
---------------------------------------------------------
I got a brotha that's out there gone and I really aint the one
to tell him he's wrong.
It hurts me deep in the pits of my soul cause he's the one that
really hit home. I done seen him get his ball on, seen him get cash, now I see him hung up on the past.
Hooked on that shit and dont know what to do. Brotha noone cant change it but you. Hopefully, you'll get clean again and you can understand life got meaning man and there's more to it than whatcha doin with it. It's out there for you, you gotta man up, go and get it. But imma tolerate this, though I hate this.
I love you so much, but I cant be your crutch, when you get ready
to change things homie I'll be right here you know you can count on me.
Where ever you go whatever you do, know I will be
right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks I'll be
right here waiting for you.
I'll be waiting.
Monday, September 12, 2016
I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure
Do you ever stop and wonder if what you do really matters?
What if the things you do day in and day out had no impact on people?
What if it turned out that all this time you’ve been missing the goal by a mile?
I've been asking myself these questions quite a bit now as we take this transition.
If you’re a firefighter saving lives, or a scientist inventing newer, cleaner power sources, there’s probably little doubt in your mind that you’re making a difference. But as a designer, I must confess that I often start doubting myself. I suppose others alike, all across the board, no matter what he or she does differently often doubt what they do on a day-to-day basis has meaning and actually feel that they have credibility, originality, or even recognition and often catch themselves smoking herb or drinking burning liquor, and always out seeking glory. But in the end, you only have one story.
I want you to know; we all have emotions, feelings, and moods.
I've found that it's of some help to think of one's moods and feelings about the world as being similar to the weather. Weird, huh?
Here are some obvious things about the weather:
It's real.
You can't change it by wishing it away.
If it's dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you cant alter it.
It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.
BUT
It will be sunny one day.
It isn't under one's control as to when the some comes out, but out it will.
One day.
It really is the same with one's moods, I think. The wrong approach is to believe that they are illusions. They are real. Depression, anxiety - these are as real as the weather - AND equally not under one's control.
Not one's fault.
BUT
They will pass; they really will.
In the same way that one has to accept the weather, so one has to accept how one feels about life sometimes. "Today's a crap day," is a total realistic approach. I feel that it's all about finding a kind of mental umbrella. "Hey-ho, it's raining inside; it isn't my fault and there's nothing I can do about it, but 'lay down!' But the sun may well come out tomorrow and when it does, I shall take full advantage."
Sincerely,
What if the things you do day in and day out had no impact on people?
What if it turned out that all this time you’ve been missing the goal by a mile?
I've been asking myself these questions quite a bit now as we take this transition.
If you’re a firefighter saving lives, or a scientist inventing newer, cleaner power sources, there’s probably little doubt in your mind that you’re making a difference. But as a designer, I must confess that I often start doubting myself. I suppose others alike, all across the board, no matter what he or she does differently often doubt what they do on a day-to-day basis has meaning and actually feel that they have credibility, originality, or even recognition and often catch themselves smoking herb or drinking burning liquor, and always out seeking glory. But in the end, you only have one story.
I want you to know; we all have emotions, feelings, and moods.
I've found that it's of some help to think of one's moods and feelings about the world as being similar to the weather. Weird, huh?
Here are some obvious things about the weather:
It's real.
You can't change it by wishing it away.
If it's dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you cant alter it.
It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.
BUT
It will be sunny one day.
It isn't under one's control as to when the some comes out, but out it will.
One day.
It really is the same with one's moods, I think. The wrong approach is to believe that they are illusions. They are real. Depression, anxiety - these are as real as the weather - AND equally not under one's control.
Not one's fault.
BUT
They will pass; they really will.
In the same way that one has to accept the weather, so one has to accept how one feels about life sometimes. "Today's a crap day," is a total realistic approach. I feel that it's all about finding a kind of mental umbrella. "Hey-ho, it's raining inside; it isn't my fault and there's nothing I can do about it, but 'lay down!' But the sun may well come out tomorrow and when it does, I shall take full advantage."
Sincerely,
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Welcome to Blogger!
Thank you to everyone that outlasted the migration over to Blogger, we very much have valued your patience. I understand that most of my followers liked that the old platform that was originally integrated into the CMS of my website, but had become outdated, unsupported, content was vanishing within mid air, and I was nearing the capacity of my server. With the migration, unfortunately we could not bring over any of the old content on the old platform, but we are currently working on getting that transfer over to Blogger.
WHERE CAN WE GO WRONG WITH THE BLOGGER PLATFORM?
WE CANT! We as the development team for Rubitt, LLC require huge amounts of storage capacity on all of our Free and Paid servers just for consumer hosting alone, which is the main reason we were forced to migrate.
The old platform...
-we had to pay for every bit of bandwidth and storage consumption
-required 24/7 Rubitt Moderation Staff presence
-required dedicated hours of maintenance
-is integrated within our CMS
-is a Rubitt, LLC copyright'd module
-allowed site user integration for Rubitt Hotel
The new platform...
-EVERYTHING is FREE
-Google ADSense PAYS us for OUR content
-NO bandwidth nor storage fee
-NO Rubitt Moderation Staff Required
-NO MAINTENANCE
-Not integrated within our CMS
-Not a Rubitt, LLC proprietary product
-allowed site user integration for WebID, Google
So, as you can see there are differences that separate the two, but in today's age and our demands, storage capacity is number one. We eliminated over 4 terabytes of content on a servers with the migration, yes we are having to start over and from scratch, but we are working on the integration for the old content. Post Copy's from the old platform can be requested at MEDIA@RUBITT.COMXA.COM, if you know the exact Post Date and Title, minimum of 6 weeks for fulfillment.
Help us on new adventures with Blogger! Stay up-to-date by subscribing to our newsletter!
Sincerely
WHERE CAN WE GO WRONG WITH THE BLOGGER PLATFORM?
WE CANT! We as the development team for Rubitt, LLC require huge amounts of storage capacity on all of our Free and Paid servers just for consumer hosting alone, which is the main reason we were forced to migrate.
The old platform...
-we had to pay for every bit of bandwidth and storage consumption
-required 24/7 Rubitt Moderation Staff presence
-required dedicated hours of maintenance
-is integrated within our CMS
-is a Rubitt, LLC copyright'd module
-allowed site user integration for Rubitt Hotel
The new platform...
-EVERYTHING is FREE
-Google ADSense PAYS us for OUR content
-NO bandwidth nor storage fee
-NO Rubitt Moderation Staff Required
-NO MAINTENANCE
-Not integrated within our CMS
-Not a Rubitt, LLC proprietary product
-allowed site user integration for WebID, Google
So, as you can see there are differences that separate the two, but in today's age and our demands, storage capacity is number one. We eliminated over 4 terabytes of content on a servers with the migration, yes we are having to start over and from scratch, but we are working on the integration for the old content. Post Copy's from the old platform can be requested at MEDIA@RUBITT.COMXA.COM, if you know the exact Post Date and Title, minimum of 6 weeks for fulfillment.
Help us on new adventures with Blogger! Stay up-to-date by subscribing to our newsletter!
Sincerely
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