Jack Daniel

This past Friday was great in that I had an intellectual cipher with my homeboys. Not on some ole politics world news type shit, but rather on just life. One of my close friends (and one of the realist niggas on here) and I stopped at his brother's crib before a hip-hop event. Another one of our close friends came as well. In walking into dude's spot it was nice, but the thing that caught my eye most was his mural of Miles Davis on his wall in the common room. Not only was it a great piece of work, but his reason for it was phenomenal. When ask how he did it, why certain colors, etc., he simply said, "I just went wit what I felt." Dude sketched it free hand then started going to work. The conversion flooded into different things such as: being greatful for the little things, going with your heart, and simply being yourself to name a few. Granted all of use are in our early to mid 20's, but it was as if we've lived full lives, but still more life to live. I've done a lot of things in my day, some good and some bad, but I don't regret a thing. Life's lessons are what keep us going and having great folks in our lives to either share those times or helps realized things we may not have makes it that much better. I couldn't ask for a better life and all God's blessings that he has bestowed upon on me. I've been known to be a passionate person which tends to get me in trouble (i.e. speaking my mind), but at the end of the day I'm still me. You can like me or not, but regardless, you have to respect me. Can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store...

Pardon The Interruption: McFly Style

Why is ignorance bliss? I feel it's simply a cop out of responsibility leading to what your grandmother would simply call a "shiftless negro." This is a touchy subject because ignorance, in my opinion, is subject to interpretation. Sometimes people really don't know something and other times you think to yourself, "Are you f*cking kidding me?!" In my journey through high school, undergraduate studies, and professional school, I have met my fair share of dumbass muthaf*ckers (What scares me most is that like recognizes like, so does that mean I'm ignorant?.........back to reality --> HELL NO!). I serving many leadership positions as well as just kicking back to observe my realm, I have witnessed events that are flat out "foolishness" (one of my favorite words by the way). I thought that show 'Are you smarter than a 5th grader' was ridiculous when it first came out. However, after several experiences of idiocracy, I have come to realize that some people are NOT smarter than a 5th grader. I've been subjected to events so bad I wonder if a person could even function on his/her own. Families are constantly putting their parents in elderly homes, I think it's about time we make homes for the "commonsensily challanged" (I know you like that mcflyism I just used). I don't know how many brain cells it takes to scratch your own a$$, but some folks can't even get past scratching their own head in bewilderment to even make it down south (if you didn't understand that last statement then I'm referring to you). It's time for folks to be accountable for their actions whether it's consequential or prior to something. Simple things as "reading" and "listening" are being taken for granted. There are people in the world who can't achieve this such as in third world countries and I do not blame them. I'm talking about those folks who got the good ole FREE education that works to your benefit if you allow it too. You can't expect something to be handed over to you. I'm a firm believer in that if the door is cracked, then open that b!tch. Now I'm not telling you to go and read every book in the world or enroll in your nearest community college, university, etc. I'm simply stating that use the basic God given talent that you have in making sound and rational decisions in your life.

Judicial Branch

It's getting late in my realm as I think about random thoughts as usual and I thought to myself it was time to share something new with y'all since I haven't in a couple days.

As I reflect on my past, present, and future
I focus on passing up the present to indulge in the future
Planting my seed into life's soil
Only to be reincarnated as myself in this present time
I wouldn't change a thing
From my younger aspirations of the bling bling
Along with making some ching ching
To now only hoping to live up to His plan which has become my dream
I've been labeled many things
All dealing with being a ho from women to brand names
But if your focusing that hard I must be doing something right
I mean I did get your attention, right?
I'm an outkast receiving backlash
But no speakerboxxx to share my pink and blues
So instead I write to you
In efforts to touch your mind, body, and soul
With a goal in hindering your perpetuation of stereotypes
Yes I pledged
But the blood, sweat, and tears surpass the years of criticism from none other than my #1 fan
YOU
Yes I love chicken more than George himself
But does that make me out to be a coon in itself?
Yes I love women and everything about them
But does that make me a player because you always see me talking to one?
Maybe I'm just a firm believer in that every chick I meet along the way is simply getting me ready for my future wife
Yes I wild out like a loose cannon
But does that make me less of a professional when business is at hand?
Everyone has flare and shine
But if everyone wasn't so engulfed in hating on everyone else's
Maybe he/she would notice his/her own
Making us all stars shining brighter in the galaxy of progress
Eliminating the reces-sion

M. Naranjo

Gran Torino

I know I'm late, but I just peeped this movie out at the crib and it is clearly one of my favorite movies of all time. Clint Eastwood portrays himself as a retired military, old, and bitter man living in Michigan surrounded by oriental decent community in which he refers to constantly as racial slurs. This movie is one of the realist out and ever made and teaches lessons in racism, violence, family, friends, and personal growth. I don't even think words can truly express how great this movie is; therefore, YOU MUST SEE IT!!! "Wally" as his neighbor refers to him as is a great depiction of how McFly Naranjo acts minus the racism. Let me know what you think...

Who killed the sitcom?

Do you ever wonder what happened to the good sitcoms? I was channel surfing on my comcast surf board and stumbled upon...well...nothing. If it isn't Law & Order, ESPN, Food Network, Top Chef, or House, I don't really find myself watching it. I indulge in Fringe from time to time if I catch it, but not too much else. But, none of those are sitcoms. I'm talking about the Martins, Fresh Prince of Bel-Airs, and Cosby Shows. Remember when Nickelodeon had "SNICK" with shows like All That, Are You Afraid of the Dark (even though not really a sitcom), and lets not forget Salute Your Shorts and Hey Dude. Even further back what about Welcome Back Kotter, Mork and Mindy, and Three's Company? Charles in Charge, What's Happening, A Different World? Full House, Step By Step, Family Matters? Ahhh yes, the good old days when TGIF wasn't only related to a restaurant. Nowadays, we're subject to the likes of House of Pain and well nothing else really and that show is terrible. Can someone please tell me who killed the sitcom?

Click Thicka Than Peanut Butter

Today I realized how good of friends I have always had as well as received along my life journey. Even the littlest thing can mean a lot to a person. I know I tend to be an asshole at times, but all my true friends know me and see past that and I got nothing but love for all y'all. This a little something dedicated to y'all:

Real friendship can be described as phenomenal
Similar to drinking alcoholic beverages in weather that's tropical
It's unstoppable
Like a train traveling at top speed
I bob and weave
Knocking out posers for my OG's
But I'ma southpaw
My style is unorthodox
Only my true homies understand
Some have been since the sandbox
If I'm down, they down
If I'm up, they up
I'd have to throw in some coffee for all the others to man up [side note: shout out to Devin the Dude]
They say keep your friends close
And enemies even closer
But my dawgs' weddings
Are the only ones I'd give a toast for
It's all kosher
When you got a strong home team
Niggas stickin' together
Don't even try to rip the seam

Naranjo

SWAGGERFEST 2009

Weelllllllllccccoooooooooo

ommmmmmeeeeee ladiiiiiieeeessss and gentllllllleeeemmeeennnn!!!
I'm your host, Skip Jenkins, of this year's annual SWAGGERFEST!!!!
In today's bout we have the heavy wait champion Mcfly Naranjo versus the #1 contender Steven "Swaggerific" Simms. Let the swag-off begin:

McFly: "I once sold swag to Napoleon Dynamite."

Swaggerifc: "My swag is so thick, you'd think Deelishis was standing right next to me."

McFly: "Ralpha Lauren is my 1/2 brother."

(Skip Jenkins: "OOOOOOOHHH SHIT!!! He went for the kidney on that one.")

Swaggerific: "Are you my son?!?!"

McFly: "Swag is on a hundred thousand trillion."

Swaggerific: "Nigga! That's $5,000 Alpaca nigga...blot dat shit!"

(Skip Jenkins: "Great reference coming from the contender. He studied his Swagology")

McFly: "Where do you think they got swag gene from for stem cell research and cloning?"

(Skip: "AND DOWN GOES FRAZIER!!! DOWN GOES FRAZIER!!! AND THAT'S IT!!! IT'S OVER, IT'S OVER!!! McFly REMAINS THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORRRLLLDDDD!!!)

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Another piece:

I lay down from a long day
Catching up on some sleep
Within minutes
I'm in a deep trance
I Slowly unbutton your pants
Your frame as my smorgasbord
Who needs counting sheep?
Delicious cakes and buns
Covered in your chocolate skin
My tongue is within
Tasting your peach
While juices drip down to my chin
I caress your peaks
And lick your valleys
No number could tally
The seconds, minutes, hours and days
I could spend in your maze
You cringe and squirm
Your threshold is reached
Orgasmic seizures arise
Your heart skips beats
One... two...your experiencing three-peats
Your sandwich has sauce
Maybe I'll add some meat
I slide in your dwellings
Making it my permanent residence
Hanging pictures of my shaft
On your walls is my craft
Now I know you feeling my presence
Sexual innuendos
Flying out the window
Your moans in crescendo
Janet's "Would You Mind" is the tempo
Dehydration sets in
From the sweat on our skin
The only rescue is from the saliva within
Our mouths that is
As we share sensual kisses
Post pleasure is great
Now it's time to reminisce

McFly

Topsy Turvy

Here a lil piece of what I call a hobby:

I could easily woo you
Soothe you in any way imaginable
Instead I'll keep it intangible
And glimpse into you eyes

Oh those eyes
Taking me on a spiritual roller coaster
Through the ups and downs of your soul
Guiding me to your heart
Allowing me to truly indulge in every aspect that is you

I get off the ride
Still semi-paralyzed
But conscious enough to see the slippery when wet sign
I head for the exit
But you pull me back in for another ride

This time I'm in the front row

I notice the safety belts removed
Causing me to be tossed around like a rag doll
Within your ride

Pink skies and heavy rain is the forecast
DAMN! I forgot my umbrella
Well, rain down on me since you are a sista with a voice
And I'm listening all the way

That ain't your job...

In going through my Lupe Fiasco rolodex, I stumbled upon one of my favorite cuts off of Food & Liquor entitled "He Say She Say." I would like for you to please listen to the track and listen carefully to the song. There are so many fathers not stepping up to the plate while mothers are hitting grand slams. This is too all the mothers out there doing their thing solo on the home front. May you pray up to God and blessings will come down......M. Naranjo.

P.S. Shout out to all the fathers that are doing their thing and raising their kids.

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

[Verse 1]
She said to him, "I want you to be a father
He's your little boy and you don't even bother
Like "brother" without the R, and he's starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought, but for you he's a starver
Starting to use red markers on his work
His teacher say they know he's much smarter, but he's hurt
Use to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter
Burst to tears, let them know she see us
Now he's fighting in class
Got a note last week that say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick him up
You see what his problem is?
He don't know where his poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
He don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart
When I try to provide
And he say 'Mommy that ain't your job'
To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I'm his number one fan
But its like he born from the stands
You know the world is out to get him
So why don't you give him a chance?"

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

[Verse 2]
So he said to him
"I want you to be a father
I'm your little boy and you don't even bother
Like "brother" without the R, hnd I'm starting to harbor
Cool on food for thought, but for you I'm a starver
Starting to use red markers on my work
My teacher say they know I'm much smarter, but I'm hurt
I use to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter
Burst to tears, let them know he see us
Now I'm fighting in class
Got a note last week that say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick me up
You see what my problem is?
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her 'That ain't your job'
To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she my number one fan
But its like you born from the stands
You know the world is out to get me
Why don't you give me a chance?"

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

U R The Prototype

In listening and watching Andre 3 Stacks video "Prototype" it made me think, what really makes someone "the prototype?" Even though he can be a pathological lier at times, I called up my homie Wiki and asked, "What is a prototype?" Here is how the convo went down:

McFly: (Calling Wiki)

Wiki: (Ring Ring) (Ring Ring)............(side note, you have to let it ring twice so you know the person is calling for you for those who don't know)...............Hello?

McFly: What it do Wiki? This McFly.

Wiki: Hey man, what's up?

McFly: Nada, just continuing to be the fliest human being I can be. Anyways, I have a serious question.

Wiki: Go head.

McFly: What is a "prototype?"

Wiki: A prototype is "an original type, form, or instance of something serving as a typical example, basis, or standard for other things of the same category."

McFly: Wow, all that huh? But what exactly makes something a typical example or standard? Say for instance a women or man? Is it his package size? Is it the way she walks like she got good pu$$y? Or maybe it's the person's intelligence? Who sets the standards? Just because I like the way a girl breathes when she sleeps or has that phenomenal proactive baby smooth skin, doesn't mean the next guy does. I don't feel that I a prototype because I have flaws, but I flaunt my flaws in a demeanor to not be seen as flaws, simply unique. In addition, doesn't everyone have flaws? Maybe I like that lazy eye that's constantly covered by a piece of hair, that one foot that's a half size bigger than the other, the smell of unbrushed teeth when she first wakes up....I like all these because I like that she is comfortable around me. She is my prototype because she is flawed. So does this fit your definition?

Wiki: Honestly man, I just put shit up that folks want me to regardless if it's accurate or not. Don't shoot the messager.

Mcfly: I guess you right man. I'll probably be hitting you up atleast once an hour still so it's all good. Holla.

Wiki: Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease!

A sane journey through insanity

This is not your ordinary note, it's more of a realization since my penmanship is far from ordinary. Anyways, too many times we approach extraordinary situations ordinarily. What is extraordinary though? Is it like Leroy's glow in "The Last Dragon", or is it eclectic, eccentric, or downright insane? We live our lives in the norm with efforts to be that abnormal being that everyone thrives to be (i.e. actors/actress, athletes, etc.) making abnormal not so bad. So now, is extraordinary considered abnormal? If it isn't, what makes it not? If it is, why do we strive to be as far away from abnormal as possible all the time? One may think that if someone is abnormal, he or she could be considered insane. But let's think about this, if we are normal, ordinary people who strive to be in that extraordinary class of the abnormal elite, are we simply sane beings determined to be driven insane?

Yours truly,
McFly

P.S. Maybe since being insane really isn't so bad, it must explain why so many criminals plead insanity. I mean shit, they just want to be a celebrity too....just like the rest of us.

Welcome to my World

For all of you who know me, my name is Eric Patrick; however, my creative counter part tends to take over at time and that is none other than (drumroll).....McFly Naranjo!

Ok...ok...ok...now I know a whole lot of you are wondering, who in the hell is McFly Naranjo and where the hell did he come from? Mr. Naranjo is simply an intangible being who says what he feels and could give 2 rats' a$$ what you think of him. He's a g.o.o.d. dude (thanks yeezy for the acronym) meaning that he's all about getting out our dreams. Yes, I did not stu-stu-stu-stutter...I said OUR dreams. There is some McFly in all of us. That portion that wants to tell that girl her hair ain't done, that portion that wants to take a sh!t at YOUR house, that person that wants change whether it's 86 cents or or bringing home of US troops. Sharing of ideas and discussion fuels the mind and stimulates individuals to actually think about things, but not care about sharing his or her thoughts. Do you have some McFly in you?