All Of Me.

Joe Budden: I used to bump into Tammy in the club, few of them she even helped a nigga get in. See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit 'em, care for 'em, be more than "hi" and "bye" with 'em. It's been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased, she was my reality check, 'cause we the same age. I mean she put on a show that you can't stage. She made the shit sound effortless, I was damn near in tears checking my messages. I got goosebumps all over my skin, she said, "Mouse I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again. Hope everything is well kid, you see I'm just finding out I have a brain tumor but I never felt it. The doctor's giving me three weeks to live, not three weeks 'til I die, that's three weeks to give. I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care, I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career. And then she broke into tears, I pressed seven took the phone from my ears. Sometimes the simplest of things people need it, but I ain't call back in fear of being speechless. What was I to put her at ease with? I picked a real bad time to be strategic. I think my life's bad, picking up the pieces, some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus. In this world full of diseases I've learned not to bite my tongue or have seizures. Depression tells me I suck... so I reply, I ain't here cause I fell down, I'm here cause I got up.

Pray For Me...

God: You're real close to heaven, few get to step in, now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in.
Joe Budden: Look I'm far from a Christian, not big on religion but ain't done too much wrong my entire time living. Never killed, never tried to, though I been lied to. Was once suicidal, never read the Bible. I always been a caretaker, tried to nurse people, at times it back fired... hurt people, hurt people. Plus I never use your name in vain but you should know everything I'm being asked explained.
God: I know you stole from your mother's purse.
Joe Budden: You can't count that, that was way back when.
God: It's still a sin.
Joe Budden: But I was ten.
God: You robbed peoples' stores.
Joe Budden: yeah, and YOU made me see jail.
God: But I also seen you lay your hands on a female. Sold drugs to parents, none of that was needed. Abandoned your child, on every girl you cheated. Done wrong to people that only want the best for you, anytime you thought you were alone, I was next to you.
Joe Budden: When it comes to baby moms God, you gave me the worst one.
God: But that was your second child Joe... you shouldn't have killed the first one.
Joe Budden: I ain't have a job, ain't have a pot to piss in.
God: Look I gave you a gift, and you made the wrong decision, held on to resentments, even in doing business. I lead by example, I teach forgiveness. Your entry, cannot be guaranteed, not when you live with anger, envy, greed, pride, sloth, lust even glutony, everything you shouldn't if you would've joined my covenant.
Joe Budden: Look, I'm only human, I ain't perfect.
God: That I understand, when I take you out a jam, you don't even think to worship. And when you do, you never talk about what you can do for me, it's what I can do for you. I blessed you with health, family and wealth, but all the blessings you've received you still always want help.
Joe Budden: Yeah, there's been times in my life I needed help to make money, but why everything I love, you manage to take from me? Yet you stand there and question a nigga that tries hard and finds a way when you keep dealing him fucked up cards. You make mistakes like me, far as I can see, I think it's a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery. Gave us Bush twice, God I hate to be rude, but you let skinny niggas starve, give obese niggas food. The nerve of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here, when you gave us drugs and guns, you put AIDs here. Take a look at chu, your actions are cold hearted, the harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded. I know most my actions put me in a cell, now how you mad at me when you put me into Hell?
God: See my child, you need gratitude, maybe just a sample, I never give a person anything he can't handle. Don't tell me 'bout everything you had to go through, there's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you. Kept trying wit' chu, all you did was hurt me, still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy. And so I sat wit' chu on a train, I asked you for change, you kept calling me names. 'Prolly didn't notice, I was a store clerk, you put the gun to me, get money for more work. My child, I know you have it in you to indeed stop, this is not your final calling, just a brief stop. Hope you heed my words and understand, so when I see you back, you should be a better man. Look at life different, the next time we see each other, there'll be no need to talk whenever we meet each other.

Saving Private Ryan.

Private Jackson: Sir... I have an opinion on this matter.
Captain Miller: Well, by all means, share it with the squad.
Private Jackson: Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.
Captain Miller: Yeah. Go on.
Private Jackson: Well, it seems to me, sir, that God gave me a special gift, made me a fine instrument of warfare.
Captain Miller: Reiben, pay attention. Now, this is the way to gripe. Continue, Jackson.
Private Jackson: Well, what I mean by that, sir, is... if you was to put me and this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile of Adolf Hitler with a clear line of sight, sir... pack your bags, fellas, war's over. Amen.
Private Reiben: Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin. Hey, so, Captain, what about you? I mean, you don't gripe at all?
Captain Miller: I don't gripe to you, Reiben. I'm a captain. There's a chain of command. Gripes go up, not down. Always up. You gripe to me, I gripe to my superior officer, so on, so on, and so on. I don't gripe to you. I don't gripe in front of you. You should know that as a Ranger.
Private Reiben: I'm sorry, sir, but uh... let's say you weren't a captain, or maybe I was a major. What would you say then?
Captain Miller: Well, in that case... I'd say, "This is an excellent mission, sir, with an extremely valuable objective, sir, worthy of my best efforts, sir. Moreover... I feel heartfelt sorrow for the mother of Private James Ryan and am willing to lay down my life and the lives of my men - especially you, Reiben - to ease her suffering."
Mellish: [chuckles] He's good.
Private Caparzo: I love him.
Jack Sparrow: No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade... the rum!
Elizabeth: Yes, the rum is gone.
Jack Sparrow: Why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me; do you think there is even the slightest chance they wont see it?
Jack Sparrow: But why is the rum gone?

(Source: 9aminlondon)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY