Sunday, September 26, 2010



Only thing I know 'bout love is that I know nothing
I hear it goes 'round and 'round like it’s globetrotting
First it lifts u up, and u don’t care ’bout nuthin’
Then it beats u down, like u stole something
I hear it’s longsuffering
Sounds like a lotta suffering
Not opining, call this LOVE CNN, which means I’m just reporting
I hear 13 Corinthians
Says love forgives and’s patient
Protects, trusts, and’s never failing
Is that what love is, should be? Real? Or is that the PC Version?

Here’s my one assertion
I’m not a fan of a lying hypocrite
Now there’s an understatement
She/he is my one aversion
You know the type that says things in versions
Very different stories per different persons
I know we not perfect
And I’m definitely not it
So I don’t expect it
But I've seen the worse of it
So it's hard to trust it
But if folks claim to love, aint they s'posed to mean it?
And if they so profess it, should we believe it?

He loved her, made her his wife and
She loved him, let him break hymen
Cut her up like diamonds
Backed her up like gammon
Now he’s gone, she’s wylin’
I know it's a bit graphic, but we goin' full immersion
So now the love's ended, and exes cast dispersions
And when love's unrequited, a heart is broken
And then the trend is to make up stories bout the person
Is love a four-letter-word?
It is
No cursing

I’ve seen some folks seem to think that lovin’
Means u always fightin’
Finding fault all the time, call it speaking their mind
It’s always something
Then making up makes up for all that griping?
Mental and emotional beating followed by cryin’?
Then long convos, ending in phone up-hanging?
Or, maybe, in “I love ya”s?
Perhaps some luvin’?
So is that the icing?
To this cake of love for which folks keep searching?

I don’t have an opinion, I’m not expressing a view
But I’ve seen booed up women holler at a dude
Then lie to their man to make him feel secure
Then tell their girls a different story, wanna appear like they pure
Disparage the unassuming, while they pretend to be demure
I’ve seen chicks and dudes with significant others
Always have a status up bout how much they love 'em
Then go about hollering and nut'ting
Ain’t that somethin’?
Or is that part of loving?
I don’t have answers, for real, I’m just doing the asking

I've heard that there are benefits
Like support and companionship
A constant right hand person
To share the good and bad and
The smiles and sorrows
Someone to hold on to into the morrow
A date for each occasion
No need for a rotation
Another committed to caring
A safe to store affection
Someone to call your own
Shout-out to Eric 'n' Sloan

But sometimes I wonder if
I’ve seen too much to trust and
Know too much to believe and
Whether it's worth that much and
If love requires intentional oblivion
Or if it’s really that important
There's only one thing I think I know about love:
The unconditional kind died when they went up above

~ Nohairdontcare ® 

(No answers, all I got is questions. :-). You're welcome to share your views in the Comments section. Thanks.)

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Coming next week - a new series (tentatively) called "Lyrics Revealed & Explained", which will take verses from various songs and give you the lyrics as well as the various metaphors, meanings, nuances, etc., used in the verse. Hope u enjoy! Let me hear from you!


Download "The Power" (X.O Senavoe, feat JayCube & Lois Asabere, prod. by KidKonnect) at the link below:


Saturday, September 11, 2010


Some musings (not rap lyrics) I put down recently. Hope u enjoy (& comment too). Thanks! :-) ~ X.O


With M.I, Jase, the three us
New York, Accra, then hit Jos
Now we in Lagos
We talk amongst us
Ten Billy Jeans all on us
They ‘posed to serve us
But instead they stalk us
Fawn us and gawk us
Mix up our orders
Ordered Moets
But got coronas
They ‘ssume we ballers
With Eu-ros, dollars
Want our cohonas
So flaunt they congas
On cue, they gang up on us
Form queues, then jump 'em for us
Like Q, they Dawn up on us
But they all sautéed, no angus
Luh (love) beefin', all antlers
Oh lawd, these chicks is bonkers
But not my Pocahontas
Classes above ‘em bamas
Flyer than saucers
Sweet like molassess
She like ‘em Mich Obamas
Jol’ Angelinas
Eva Longorias
Rosa Acostas
And I’m Mike Myers
L’Aust in her Powers
From dusk to dawnus
Truly astonish
-'N', it dawns up on us
That night is gone and dawn’s upon us
Last night was hot, huh?
We sweat-steamed it up, no sauna
Caused a rawkus
I swurr the neighbors saw us
And heard us
Err'time my fauna hit your flora
Ssss, babe we goners
Mushy like hummus
This here’s a bonus
It's like we get to keep for free four trucks
Of dough four drug lords loaned us
And now the onus on us
To do the hocus pocus
Focused like botoxed photogs
Almost at coitus 'ruptus
Closer to copus lotus
Sweet fumes Ali-in-Congo us
Rope-a-dope us
And dope us
En-ve-lope us
And goad us
Like high notes loft us
Satin threads below us
Til' groans and shrieks compose us
An aria to close our opus

~ Nohairdontcare ®