the year of the Black fist

Posted in black girl power, small screens, speaker food on January 19, 2009 by trace


My President is black
My Maybach too
And I’ll be goddamn if my diamonds ain’t blue
My money’s dark green and my Porsche’s light grey
And I’m headed for D.C., anybody feel me?

My President is Black in fact he’s half White
So even in a racist’s mind he’s half right
Even in these racist times we all right
My President is Black but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I’m gonna spread my wings you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes I already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I’m gonna do
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady
Red white and blue flag wave for me baby
Never thought I’d say this shit, baby I’m good
You can keep your puss, I don’t want no more Bush
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, my President is Black


I’m so happy this color doesn’t wash off, cause damn I’ve never been more proud to be Black. ‘Notorious’ grossed over 20mil this weekend, we’re celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. Day on this tenacious 19th of January and tomorrow there will be a Black First Family in the White House. I can’t take it. I might burst and spill years of pride, nationalism, and hope all over these bedsheets. Composure. Composure.

Good lord, Hov.

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to the beat of your own (taiko) drum

Posted in caffeine dreams on January 16, 2009 by trace

If you didn’t know, trace is bisexual, but if there were any man to spin me straight, it would be yeezy. below is exactly a bit of what i’d been trying to tell people during the original 808s hate. However, here it is coming directly from the source’s mouth via this month’s VIBE. Please don’t give Kanye a flute, the kids will disappear.

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“I put “Love Lockdown” originally off-pitch to prove a point about life, about religion, about relationships. People always try to be so fucking perfect, and I think that there’s some beauty in imperfection. People should embrace their flaws…your grandmother wasn’t perfect, but you still love her.”

“There’s guys out there, nobody spoke on our behalf before. Whatever about the singing. Fuck all the singing, fuck the Auto-Tune. fuck the He’s a rapper, he’s not a rapper, he’s going through something, he has to get this out of his system, he’s crazy. Fuck all that. It’s men out there who have never had anyone to speak on their behalf about the way they feel in a relationship…we feel hurt…we feel pain. That more than anything – more than the way I wanted to deliver this art – is the message behind it.”

Beyonce’s worst song, period.

Posted in speaker food, traceinspace on January 13, 2009 by trace

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Okay, maybe it’s not so much Beyonce as it is Sasha. But either way “Diva” is bloated with lines of pander I just can’t bear to swallow. All the elements of Sasha’s usual recipe for female empowerment are there: a glaze of androgynous attitude, spurts of shameless ‘I’m that chick’ plugs and of course a friday night groove. Only thing is this time I’ve been fed too much. The rehashed cliches are strikingly substandard from the Fierce I used to know, and as a friend of mine said, “this is her lowest common denominator shit ever”. Word. I mean heavy rotation works for this song, but such was the same for “Sexy Can I”. And we all know that hit was sugared in shit.

pedophile bate and then some…

Posted in midday wow, purple cows, small screens, traceinspace on January 12, 2009 by trace

I’ll keep it so real with you, a singing kid annoys me. And after some short personal analysis, I think it’s because I forever pulped any epiphany suggesting that I in fact couldn’t sing. See my ears started getting these crazy ideas back in the early 2000s that my vocal chords had somehow become the strongest part of my body. I blame this all on Britney Spears, whose lucky saccharine harmonies had me thinking i could belt out national anthems on malnutritioned lungs. Bitch. So mini Whitneys, pint sized Aguileras…yeah they don’t do it for me. I envy children who can outgame adults, especially when it comes to their lifelong dreams.
Now dancing. That’s my sport. Shorty up top can have all of Sesame Street hollering her name, but I’m not phased…Oh god, I just realized I’m talking smack about a fifth grader in a pink skirt. Sigh. Britney, this is all your fault.

like we always do at this time…

Posted in traceinspace on January 12, 2009 by trace

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Good lord it’s been a minute. I guess to keep things real, yet under-detailed – I needed a timeout. Why? To learn how to be selfish. I went through some things, cried through some things, screamed through some things, and ultimately learned how to get over some things. But I’ll leave that all with her, Alluress. Sometimes a blog, sometimes a journal entry, more so a frustrated piece of paper left crumbled in the corner. What can I say, she needed her privacy. And more so needed to come back to Earth instead of just buzzing around in space. I know this sounds like a nostalgic Sasha Fierce speaking, but nonetheless it’s the truth. However, the aphorism says: “distance makes the heart grow fonder” and shit am I ready to blog on TinS again. Ready to dump hot sauce all over normal social commentary and mush it right into your face. Yum. Don’t test me.

So I’m back my beauties and ready to prove it. Still charmingly weird. Still oddly nubile. And still…trace. So get with it or get lost.

oh!! and what do you think of the new layout?? i paid fucking $15 just to adjust the html on this bitch. so strain the negatives out yo mouth!

ahh, it’s good to be home.

psssssssst.

Posted in traceinspace on December 18, 2008 by trace

im coming back. i promise. there’s reason as to why ive been nonexistent, but 3:01 am is not the time to do it. but i can’t treat you the way britney, the clipse, and michael have done me in the past…those bitches took my fanmanship (a word?) for granted. but we’re not gonna play that here at TinS. NOPE.

09 revamp coming pronto.

09 meaning third week of january.

pronto meaning !

revamp meaning stunna status.

i love you. i do.

see you soon!!!!!

THE SPACE BETWEEN

Posted in purple cows, speaker food with tags on October 25, 2008 by trace

I say this is some pretty efficient artwork, considering the fact that no one purchases singles from record stores. Did anyone ever do that after Napster?