(Yaa read close, no knock on those who fought for freedom...you have made a difference and we need more like you.)...America the free...I'ma free man!!!I am givin freedom now, not only as an American but a black American. I'm free yes!? Yea ok I'm free, now what? I guess nothin now...just live my life like my forefathers and slaves fought for. Naa free my azz...I ain't free we ain't free on this hypocrite infested, greedy and selfish planet. I'm no more free than my best friend, no more free than the kid that gets picked on in my science class because of his economic conditions, no more free than the thousands of homeless kids in downtown dallas, no more free than the crip in LA that will face death of jail and can't find a way out, and sure ain't more free than the child soldier in Sierra Leone stolen from his family and forced to kill innocent or be killed...wtf? We think a peace of paper...some false document written by a flawed humans hands can buy our freedom. Naw, it don't work like that. Ya see we arn't free until we can look down the streets of my hometown Brooklyn and see a smile on the face of the man who is a successful business man, the teens livin in the projects, and the mother working 2 jobs while raising her kids. What gives me the right to say I am free while you are not? What good is a free child an imprisoned world?...as good as a wet dolphin in Hell. I see it like this right here, think on this. I close my eyes and think of all the hell going on in this planet. All the crap we don't see everyday. There some bad stuff in this country don't get me wrong...but there so much more behind the scenes. The genocide, slavery, the child soldiers, the massive poverty, the war, the illness. And I see those situations and millions of people as links on a giant chain. This giant chain contains everyone on this planet and it is held by God. The problem is, when there are weak links on the chain it hurts me. If one of those links break everyone below it falls with them. The stronger the links the stronger the chain is, and the more it can hold. When everyone is "free". When everyone has an oppurtunity in life to be loved to make something of themselves without being killed for it or scrutinized for it...then we are truely free. For we are all human beings made by God himself...which makes me your equal no better no worse, so nothing gives me the right to let you or anyone else suffer in this life or fall to injustice and enslavement. I am absolutly blessed by God and put on this Earth for a purpose and I won't rest to we reach this freedom I preach of. I want to be free don't you? Freedom of speech is allowing me to express this right now, all I need now is freedom of life and human kind. Amen, and it is so.

Guide my feet and lead me by, so I may never leave her side. Grab my hand and give me hers for now to the fore, therefore forever more. Let this beautiful girl be mine like a sweet autumn's breeze chill down the pit of my spine. Amen.

These sweet words I pray to God before I go hang with the girl of my dreams. I feel as if a dream is exactly what it is to me, for what God would bless a wretch like me with such a queen to call his own. Yea, there's that chill I talk about right up my spine strong enough to stop time and make even the most bitter spirit press rewind. As we go through the day like a ghetto Romeo and Juliet I realize I have what millions dream of. A queen to call my own, a queen I call love. Guide my feet and lead me be, so I may never leave her side. Let it be the Queen and I a love unbreakable till the day I die.

...I feel my heart beat to the rhythm of my soul as I love her...a love I've never felt...a bond death can't break...a bond I was born with...A love I must live with. I love loving, but at times this love is like a leech...a tapeworm. It lives inside me and feeds on my emotions...Why has it betrayed me? I gave you my all my spirit, mind, soul, yet you feed and steal from me like a parasite. Is this love worth the pain...the inevitable downfall? Probably not...why should I love a parasite eating me from the inside...because the parasite is mine...It's mine and I love it. Love...Love...What is Love...I feel forced to love my tapeworm, like I can't remove it from my life, even through death...why is it that I have to love what seems to hate me...Because I was born to love it...People spend their whole life looking for love when the reality is...love can't be found...It's looking at you saying,"Really, I am right here in front of you what are you looking for. Just wait, just be patient and I will show myself to you." I've been exposed to it to early and now...I Love...I Love Loving my Love (Parasite)...and I hope my little parasite loves me back...If not I'll kill it, before it kills me.

We are Generation X...Take it for good or bad I don't care. I take it bad. It's like being yourself...and being different in anyway is considered an atrocity. Since when is being a smart kid and making great grades considered to be a nerd and wack...Last time I heard people who make good grades in highschool end up going to college and get good jobs ...A generation based on fitting in to a catergory like my blog...A generation being produced by Plies and Ignant(Ignorant) machines...I know, I know I sound like ya daddy but I'm pissed...I'm black and...I go to school with black people and...When I can look around the school, and talk to people and see maybe 5%-10% of the kids I talk to who are just...themselves and different I get mad...Talk the same, dress the same, act the same, think the same, are the same. I want to hear your sentence without a curse word between each word. (Now I'm just venting). For real though...just be you, cause you know what's gonna happen if everyone grow up trying to be the same and just fit in...be the next rapper or w/e...Generation X is dead. I'ma take that X and put it like a math variable...
The Future=Generation(X)...You gotta do your part individually to make sure you make a possitive contribution to that variable.

6 foot, 16 years of life, 100% sexy, 101% me. Live my life like I want to live my life, love like I can't tomorrow, smile like I want my cheeks to break. Yea, I'm different...I got a blog...but I'm me and that makes me...me. The me that plays basketball, plays trombone, smart, and sexii at the same dam time. Video game obsessed, haters I detest, but that's what makes me...me. I learned a long time ago if I try and be someone or something other than what I am made and called by god to be, I will fail...no and, ifs, buts about that. I ain't born to be the next anyone except for the best D'Andre McMillan there has ever been...and if I tried being fake like most the kidz I know, I would not be...me. I would be a cheap impersonation of someone I have no business being. That's me for you...unique individual following a life led by the man upstairs...keeping my eye on the prize, letting no hater or faker distract this boy right here.

I love:
Basketball, sports, jazz, trombone, music, real hip-hop, hot girlz, nice girlz, funny people, laughing, love, smiling, being optimistic, my fwendz, reading, talkin trash to my fwendz, lookin good, tv/movies, videogames, and bein random.

I Cant stand:
Haters, spoiled people, bratz, goth(no offense), rude, lazy people(even tho im lazy), controlling people (wont name neone here), my teachers half the time, parents, school, girls confusion, loud chewing and munching, asking retarded questions...though its funny, love, and hypocrite.