welcome to classy productions, this is the beginning of my classy movement, so enjoy this ride with me, and please keep your bias opinions to yourself, thank you. Yeah started from the bottom unlike, I ain't no phoney fake, I have a for you all; spoiler alert it may be honest and hurt your ignorant minds. This is my interlude but we haven't been formally introduced, my name is classy j, it's my privilege to make some sick mind blowing rhymes just for you. Grew up in a broken home, only child all alone, yeah just me and my mom, if I could go back and change things I would, but life sadly life has no rewind. I only have the road in front of me, so I  chase it, trying to find out my destiny, trying to figure out the real me. Started life, grasping for life, I've been a fighter my entire life, because I don't take **** from others. Left with my ironic name, left with a messed up family, left to walk the darkness of life, trying so hard to see. Life happens man, humans are idiotic fiends, survival of the fittest in the war zone of life, no where to hide, no way to find cover. Bonafide native that has a talent for the creative, not an alcoholic, not some drug addict, but yet society and police doesn't seem to want to accept me yet. They tell me to go to nativia, quickly let's do some trivia, to see how really stupid you all are. Illegal genocidal aliens mad about other foreign aliens, natives were here first, so I don't want to hear you fret. If you don't like it leave, when become a discriminated minority, let me know about it the next time you go by my bar. You have no clue what true classiness is, because indigenous people still are alive  and are now ready to challenge your privileged view. We used to be quiet and contempt with taking all your lie's and *******, but now we are ready to fight for what we stand for, so beware the upcoming storm. You tried to **** us, you tried to make us white, but it didn't work out for you, government you may be ******, but we will no longer be your jews. This is reality, you've been warned, it doesn't need to become a race war, cause if it came to that, would you be prepared to combat against our final form. This is a real issue, that you can no longer hid in your dark past. It's time to stop your lie's, it's time for honesty, it's time for class, so sit your white assess down, because we are now in session. You lucky this is just an interlude, because I'm not close to being finished with you, you may not enjoy this, but I'm having a blast. Evidence all over the place, why go to court, when you should just tell your guilty confession. NO more half fast apologies and no changes being made after that? What is up with that? I ain't having that! No way to truly slice this issue cleanly, because I promise there will be some after math in this habitat you bunch of tardy cats.

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i have never particularly cared for him or for his style of play.  there is a fine line between knowledge of one’s talents and arrogance and i have always thought Kobe walked on the downhill side of that line, when doing so was unnecessary.  of course it did not help that a Lakers / Blazers rivalry cost the Blazers at least one NBA Finals berth… most of us are, after all, most likely to gravitate toward our hometown team.  

but on seeing this post from Kobe in the Player’s Tribune, i found that i simply must acknowledge the classiness of his retirement penning...

instead of a letter, the guy writes a poem.  how can i not embrace this?

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BY KOBE BRYANT
LOS ANGELES LAKERS

Dear Basketball,

From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:

I fell in love with you.
A love so deep I gave you my all —
From my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.

As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.

And so I ran.
I ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.

I played through the sweat and hurt
Not because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.

And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.

And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1

Love you always,
Kobe

he turned up a winning
ace on his arrival
he turned up an ace
the ace of revival

everyone engrossed
with all that he wrote
oh yeah there was a real
classiness to his tote

he'd arrived at other forums
not getting applause
those places weren't aiding
his penning cause

he turned up a winning
ace on his arrival
he turned up an ace
the ace of revival

when he found the site
where the mob noticed him
there stayed he to garner
kudos on his trim

of the adoring hordes
his arrival did infatuate
a diamond ace card
dealt him triumph's fate

he turned up a winning
ace on his arrival
he turned up an ace
the ace of revival

Drinking bottles of Guinness
"Only socially, I can't stand the stuff"
Fatality in the finesse
Of 'classiness' and *****.

Smoky rooms and jazzy tunes
A cigar hanging from the lips
Fatality in the finesse
Of small talk and swaying hips.

Winehouse's drawl pours from the speakers
That are modern in their vintage style
Fatality in the finesse
Of hidden grimaces and fake smiles.

Every conversations the same
In it's lack of personality
Fatality in the finesse
Of sociability.

Your presence be known, if needed,
In a pinch,
You’re here or there when summoned,
Yet never praised,
Often overlooked and misunderstood.

Always guessing where this road will end,
How backwards is over where you bend,
For all of whom claim to be your friend,
Your classiness and craftiness I will always commend.

Finding nowhere to rest my head,
You were a place to lean on,
A host when I had no place to dream,
A mentor of my bizarre fantasies,
Of all trades that you’ve mastered,
That I aimed to perfect.

Ages lightyears apart,
Yet still closely in tune,
We play the same music,
A grasshopper to your sensei,
I sail the endless seas of your knowledge,
A lighthouse to my rocky waters.

With shared poverty,
You scraped together your last,
To fill my belly with lamb,
Your cynicism of man,
Your confidence in me,
A father and son, not quite
A grandfather and grandson, hardly,
An odd couple that just makes sense.

A Sinatra-like scholar,
With more brains, ***** and bravery,
You are a man’s man for men,
Everything that I want to be,
And everything that I could need,
In a friend.

THE MAN WITH TENDER KISSES... THE ONE YOU LOVE SO MUCH....

THE ONLY ONE THAT GIVES YOU CHILLS FROM THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH....

HIS HEART IS FILLED WITH KINDNESS.... THE TYPE THAT'S SELDOM SEEN...

HIS CLASSINESS IS ROYALTY AND  HE TREATS YOU LIKE HIS QUEEN...

FOR YOU HE HAS DEVOTION AND THAT IS PLAIN TO SEE...

I KNOW THE LOVE HE FEELS IS TRUE  CAUSE THIS LOVING MAN IS ME...

The petals fell away to allow us to see
The beauty we knew that the
flower could be
Rose tinted glasses withheld us
the view
Yet under this makeup we all
really knew

Bright flower of beauty
Bright flower of love
Such glorious colour's
A rainbow in gold  

The clover dressed prince tried harder
than ever
To take you away revealing
your layers
But we understood that all of
his lies
Would come back and be haunt him
His loss
Our eyes  

Bright flower of beauty
Bright flower of love
Such glorious colour's
Bedazzled above

Yet many have tried
Never peeled to the end
They don't know your inner
They don't understand
You wanted some fun
Someone lovely and spice
No prince of dark clover
No wondrous lies

No shelving would suit you
A classiness see
Such colour's of beauty
as petals reveal
a flower of niceness one day
falls to you
A love gone the blindness
As one becomes two

Society speaks.
Oh, so loudly and annoyingly,
Their words enter my ears.

A man who likes to sleep around is a hero.
He's so manly and tough,
I mean obviously
Because it takes such skill to procreate,
Which is designed by instinct.

A woman who sleeps around?
Oh, she's a ****.
Instinct does not affect her the same way,
Because she is supposed to be a lady.
She is not supposed to have desires,
She is supposed to be classy.

Well, if that's what classiness is,
I want no part in its double standards.

Does anyone even know that she is standing next to them?
Do they give a **** that she is a human being?
She has needs, wants, and she should be allowed to express them.
But she cannot, out of fear that she will be judged.

He thinks he can do whatever he wants.
He makes himself known, and does not take no for an answer.
Society condones this.
"Boys will be boys" they say.
And he is a boy if I've ever seen one.

This is the difference between men and women.

What is Success©

Is it being selfless
Even during moments of duress
Where I don’t try to impress

Or those times where I don’t make a mess
Which is often I confess
For wisdom I don’t profess

These thoughts coalesce
In my mind like a fortress
Sometimes seemingly useless

Difficult to access
During moments of stress
Or worry in excess

Do they reveal my lack of  classiness
Or skills at chess
Over which I obsess

Is it about the way I dress
Or a life lacking fullness
Without much to bless

Shame arrives during idleness or
After periods where I am win less
It is these I try to suppress

My parents believe I am aimless
But still show their fondness
And support with kindness

My life at times senseless
Revealing all this is just a guess
So I egress

Andreas Simic©

Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings,
Amiss extinct classiness,
None more is around!!!

Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals,
Where perpetuals deal!!!!

Irritable bowels rumble,
Tumble to irriversable steel!!!

Kidnapper of kinded phenomenals,
Journals to all biographies,
Juvenile junction games of fallen pained dominoes!!!

Tallons sharper than tatted guns,
Wherein spears go through thy side,
To draweth out thine unholy water!!!!

Sunglassed bringer of right and wrong,
Fiction has been dusked to nonfictional hostile!!

No komonoed kitten here purs,
No lamb to be put for all to gather!!!
No one may lather when none comes around....

No landmark amazement,
No mountainous town,
No linience,
None remembrance abounds to fulfill light footed doers!!!

The pagination of this story counterclocks distant ships emmersed stations,
Where some wherein are strange,
Where the faces you see are painted!!!!

All love,
No hatred!!!

Doth thou ask for a captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?

Which part wilt thou sail among the islands of thy own kind!!!!!

Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings
Amiss extinct classiness

No more is around
Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals
Wherein perpetuals deal!!!

Irritable bowels
Grumble
Tumble
To irreversible steel!!!

Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals
Journals to all biographies
Juvenile junction
Games of fallen pained dominoes

Tallons sharper than tatted guns
Wherein spears go through thy side
To draw out Thy unholy water!!!

Sunglassed bringer
Of right and wrong
Fictions been dusked
To nonfictional jostle!!!!

No kimonoed kitten here purs!!!

No lamb to be put
For all to gather!!!!

No one may lather
When no one comes around...

No landmark amazement
No mountainous town....

No lenience
No rememberance abound to fulfill
Light footed doers!!!

The pagination of this story
Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!!

Where some are strange
Where faces are painted

All love
No hatred!!!!

Doth thou ask for captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?

Which part wilt thou sail amongst?
Island's of thy own kind!!!!!

Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse: 1
Uh, check it!
Centripetal force coursing through the veins,
Mixed with henny, speeding through multiple lanes.
Rudimentary devil, spewing coarse language defying parental guidelines.
Villain of the century, swooning hearts whilst dismantling traditional racist designs.
Such craftiness, isn’t it wild?
That our worlds filled with such nastiness.
Bringing truth brought forth from past experience.
Yet people still look at me like some incompetent child!
But I’ll continue fighting,even if I end up like John Coffey from the Green Mile.
Plunging propaganda down the toilet,
Expunging paraphernalia that has left us exploited.
That’s why you shouldn’t underestimate an apple.
Classiness defiled, how vile, engulfing youth into the Bermuda Triangle.
Barracuda coming for ya,
In order to scramble the status quo.
A hero seen as a foe,
Misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
A hero seen as a foe.
Misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse:2
Chaos stems from abuse of power,
That will burn us like a fire power up flower.
But once that power is stripped away,
All your left with is scared little cowards.
So, why do we continue being submissive to these rat *******?
Why don’t we question their status of master?
That wasn’t achieved but ascribed to fit dominant factors.
Making slaves of those they deem as common denominators.
Thinking they are the Luke skywalker’s of the story,
But are actually the Darth Vader’s.
Thinking those oppressed will simply forgive them if they say sorry.
Well, sorry but come back when your ready to change policies.
Ready to change racist terminology.
Ready to tax the wealthy and give it to the rest of our struggling economy.
Ready to make the curriculum honest.
You want our trust.
We want laws and legislation to not be racist and biased!
Ultimately, we are calling for justice!
We should no longer be foes.
Don’t ya know?
It’s not to late to become a hero.
Don’t you know?
We are all just misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
Don’t ya know?
We are all just misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)

Yeah this goes out to all you classy people out there who don't care what others think. Here we go, this is the encore, this is an uproar of all the fans from everywhere in our land, to bounce along to my rap that they can relate to and understand. This is a movement; we are the outcasts bringing light to the darkness, the revolution to address all of the worldly societal governmental sickness. Eternal lights in a world full of burnt out candles, don't care if what we do draws some scandal because we our centered with a firm grip upon our Handel's. This is rap music; this is poetry in motion, to stir up good and bad emotions. This is an art form, this steps out of what we deem as the norm, so if your ready let's be that storm. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore). Uproot all the rotten roots, doesn't matter if you're wearing rags or if your in a business suit. We are all created equal, no one is inferior to one another, we should use the lessons taught by the authority figures we lived with to use for our future sons and daughters. Through valleys and flames, though we have changed, we will rearrange this from being a lost and damaged age. We may feel Outta control, we may feel insecure, but when we are alongside our fellow brothers and sisters we will stay secure. Invoking and provoking all the demons brought upon the land by us heathens when we forgot how to reason. Future may yet have class, but nothing ever will be done if you just lay down on your ***. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore. This is the movement, this is the inspiration we move with, a battle near and far, reaching the very limits of what was once deemed a myth. Encore rings loud and clear, our voices scream louder and louder that I can no longer hear. Justice beseeches the incumbent few, hope this message is ringing for you. Future class, classiness, we can live in harmony, there is no need for ruthless violence. Burn the world, be that light that sparkles up through the night. Don't fear, rage age the machine, don't care if your ripped or if your an anorexic jimmy bean. Better call the dean; classy j is killing this beat like a fanatic fiend, frying it like it was a bunch of beans. Savage killer, unstoppable gorilla breaking down the walls of normality, it doesn't get any realer. Causing a fever, expelling all the inner demons, vanquishing every foe, because we have the power just like he-man. (Hook) Death becomes life, bringing light to the night, we are here to go fight for what we deem is alright. Are you ready? Are you ready to create a ripple effect to affect all those lost insubordinates so that we can start fresh with this new sound? Encore... this is an encore.

Reese’s pieces scattered on the floor,
Different species like E.T but yet I’m deemed a predator.
Got the heart like a triceratops but looked at as a raptor to the cops.
Population drops; more like population control.
Darkened representation that be invading normative rules.
Starving depression that gets sliced open like a c-section.
All based on first impressions, all based on racist predispositions.
I say Watson this **** sure locks us in a precarious position?
No wonder the majority of minority’s are in prison!
Which then makes me wonder about authority and how it’s chosen?
For I don’t see the wisdom?
And in this rigged prism based elections,
I wonder why there hasn’t been any correction?
Maybe there is a conspiracy correlation,
That believes coloured folk are the ones that need correction.
Making coats with our lost kin,
Then rationalizing the destruction of seven generations.
Which then brews hatred that kills any validation.
Then to take matters worse they took our blood for their ink quill to write on the constitution.
Which is an intrusion on our human rights son!
Man whiteness is such an infection,
That gets injected into everything and everyone. **** what a great invention.
Investing into slavery, genocide, drugs, and prostitution.
Country build from the bones of primitives,
Man I haven’t seen such a betrayal since Samson feel victim to seduction!
I get it everyone got a hierarchy of needs like they Maslow!
And as the cash flows like riddles, snitches start packing so I got no time to fiddle.
For guns are more popular than instruments, and that was so instrumental in me being jailed by these corrupt governments!
**** the establishment!
For they think they subtle trying to fiddle with the actual documents.
Thinking only one fib will do,
Then the next thing ya know,
that one gets turned into two-thousand twenty two!
Telling us to respect the rules they broke,
Getting tangled up like fools yet we say there ain’t no strings on me!
Where’s Shakespeare because that’s quite an ironically sad tragedy!
**** these institutionalized structures where the rich slip through the cracks.
Where the one’s in poverty get sacked!
Where the blues spread from the use of a sax, where jazz shattered the glass!
Then rap took the mantle to disperse the facts, for being shackled impacts like income tax.
And I don’t know about you but I’m not ok with scraps, or getting the strap!
For slavery is the back bone of this country, yet whites try to subtract this dark history.
Time to pay up for I’m not ok with just a sorry!
Sorry if I lack classiness,
Sorry if you can’t handle my savageness!
But in a land of supposed progress?
It doesn’t seem like a success!
For this slow process feels like a tightrope or game of chess.
Feeling so frustrated and aggravated,
Wondering whether to do a peaceful or violent protest?
Who cares if we are emancipated,
When society is constipated!
Why do we have to make this so complicated?
Do we have to start resorting to stripping and going down on our knees like king David?
Do we continue being ok with being domesticated?
Can we be rehabilitated when the actions of our past was premeditated?
Idk man all I know is that’s just the way I see it