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Drunk in love? When is it OK to sober up?

Drunk in love? When is it OK to sober up?


Hey Chutzpah fam, been a long while. Got all riled up about domestic violence and played with the lyrics of my favourite song. This is such a serious issue and so many women suffer in silence. Please read and pass it on…there’s no excuse on the planet for that blow or slap babe, wisen up!


I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
I feel so fly when that love gets me high
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Why can’t you keep your hands off me, baby?
No more beat downs, na
Why can’t you just be civil when we fight, baby?
I want peace, na na

[Verse 1:]
Bruises on ice, bruises on ice
Feeling like I was attacked by an animal but it’s just the man in my grill,
Blackouts, Blackouts,
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I love you, na na,
Wish this love didn’t hurt my fatty
Daddy, calm the f*ck down, na na
Drunk in love, I need help

We woke up in the kitchen saying
“How the hell did this shit happen?”, oh baby
Drunk in love, we be fighting all night
Last thing I remember is your
Fist slamming into my face, the pain and then it was all a blur
Drunk in love

We be all night, love love
We be all night, fear fear

[Verse 2:]
We be all night, but everything’s not alright
So many unspoken complaints. Body and soul so broken
Boy, I’m drinking, walking in my l’assemblage
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing
So scared, but can’t call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, tryna think it right
How did I end up a gangster wife
Louis sheets, but the money doesn’t move me no more, blood on the sheets, feel like a washed out rag, he beat me up
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m wailing out loud in my room full of expensive toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway maybe if I took my life I would finally get some peace
Soberup, soberup
This love has me by a thread hanging, hanging, hanging on that thread
I’m swerving past that blow, swerving, swerving past that hot, dirty slap
Serving all this, swerve, surfing all of this gone gone

We woke up in the kitchen saying
“How the hell did this shit happen?”, oh baby
Drunk in love, we be fighting all night
Last thing I remember is your
Fist slamming into my face, the pain and then it was all a blur
Drunk in love

We be all night, love love
We be all night, fear fear

[Verse 3: His response]
Hold up, hold up
I do say she deserved this shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all of that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking ’bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking ’bout you be repping that 3rd, wanna see all that shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh
Violence in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Got the bitch to act right, pushed her attitude to the side
Ain’t got the time for a woman who talks her mouth off
On sight
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In ’97 I bite, I’m Ike Turner, turn up
Baby know I don’t play, now eat the damn cake, Anna Mae
Said, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae!”
I’m nice, but I demand respect. I’ll treat you right or beat you blue
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
The pain will be less in the morning, your breasteses won’t have the bruise by breakfast
You can’t leave me bae, we be all night

We be all night, love love
We be all night, fear fear

[Verse 4:]
So very tired, very tired
I been sippin’, that’s the only thing
That’s keeping me on fire, me on fire
Didn’t mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I’ve been drinking, watermelon
(I want to get the hell out of here, daddy, I want out, right now)
This is definitely goodbye, gotta protect my fatty
Daddy, I hate you

We be all night, no mo love
We be all night, fear fear

…..this is the me-rix! 😉 😉

On the real tho’, for all you ladies getting beat down on a regular in secret and pretending like it’s all good. Life is too short to endure such pain. Nobody cares about your image especially when you are six feet under because your man couldn’t stop beating you down. You deserve better, you deserve peace and love and a body which doesn’t hurt so damn much. Run while you still can babe, it’s time to sober up, being drunk in love ain’t all its cracked up to be!

Thank you Beyoncé and Jay-Z , couldn’t have done this without you!

Another Chutzpah post…
Missed you guys,

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Posted by on July 9, 2014 in Inspirational


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Goodbye Blog, Hello Website!


Hey chutzpah fam,

I started this blog in October 2010 and 7 awards, 821 email subscribers and 129,724 hits later I think it’s time we took it to the next level!


I present to you (yeah I ditched the WordPress in the url)

Please bookmark this new website and for all my loyal subscribers, I would ask that you do me the immense favour of subscribing again. The box is at the bottom of the left column.

2014 will definitely be an awesome year.

Excited much

P.s: This is my last post here, all your favorite posts have been moved to the new website

Thanks and God bless,
Miz Chutzpah

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Posted by on February 3, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Happy birthday to me…

Two days ago, I was a year older and a great deal wiser (can someone say Amen! ;-)). It wasn’t an ordinary birthday, my mum says I was born on a Wednesday so the last time the planets aligned to create a day such as this was 7 years ago! (Hear! hear!!). I’ve always loved birthdays. I’d get all excited days before it and climax at 12 midnight to the vibrations from numerous phone calls and of later years pings!

I absolutely love the attention and the day before, I’d gone shopping half way through work just to get the perfect baiday dress! 😉 Called my baker to order a cake and she told me my blood was too hot and that the cake had already been ordered. (Another reason why I love my man) 😉 I woke up that morning singing like a lark and as bright as a button and I blessed the day my mum ovulated and released that one egg destined to be moi!

Fast forward the next couple of hours, a million birthday wishes and some really great gifts and I’m bloated, swearing never to touch another slice of cake ever again whether it comes immersed in thick chocolate or full of fruit and as I recline on a couch, my tummy revolting against my self-proclaimed detox program, the reflection begins…it’s not the usual soul-searching or trips down memory line, neither is it a collection of life lessons or an evaluation of experiences. Instead, I close my eyes and re-create my world. I look at the pieces that make up the puzzle that is I, and then turn off the light. The darkness envelopes me and I bask in the familiar and then a noise startles me and my reflection button is flipped from pause to play. Yes, we all have our fears, those that lurk in the deepest recesses of our minds. Those we’d rather forget or avoid like a plague. I have mine and today they all stopped by to say hello.

My pulse quickens as my first fear, huge and terrifying crawls from beneath the curtain. His name’s Mediocrity but I prefer to call him Failure. He scares the s**t outta me! I wanna be great, I wanna be relevant, I wanna be on the cover of Forbe’s magazine and I ain’t playing with you. It’s so easy to be average. Joe is one of the most common names in the world- Yosef, Yôsēp̄, يوسف‎, Yūsuf, Joey, Joe, Joseph; maybe that’s why he is called AVERAGE JOE. Truth is, I never wanna be average and that’s why I work so hard but sometimes the hustle doesn’t pay off and the economy gets worse and it seems like everyone’s trying to carve a niche in your niche! Even mantras like ‘E go better’ don’t seem to cut it and I remember the- billionaire and retired by 40 wish that most ambitious kids my age, had once upon a time. I glance at my fear as he appraises me, he whips out his phone and I hear him calling his friend Deirdre the Despondent on the phone! Geez misery sure loves company…#groan

There’s a tiny flicker of light somewhere. Light’s always a good thing. I feel a surge of gratitude. I wonder why it’s there… I don’t wanna compare myself to those who have less, playing in the big leagues is all I wanna do but then the light shines a bit brighter and I remember the things I’m thankful for. Thankful for the life I have cos dead men don’t dream! The fact that all 206 bones in my body are great looking and without a crack is one more thing to be thankful for. The more I remembered how much worse life could be, the more thankful I was. The light grew brighter, it chased away Deirdre but Joey stayed put. The brighter the room became, the more I saw the other fears that had been lurking in the shadows- the phobia for driving, the fear of losing financial independence, the fear of losing my head amidst the many caps society forces me to wear, the fear of not meeting my own standards, much less the world’s! Geez the whole room was full of fears, lurking in every corner, behind every curtain and just staring at me. Waiting for the perfect moment to weigh me down…

The light grew brighter, showing their ugly faces but I wasn’t afraid. I had 28 years of fighting power in me and I knew that light was here to stay. I smiled…one of those really great, goofy, smiles that comes from the depth of your heart because I could hear a voice singing…”Don’t worry about a thing, cos every little thing’s gonna be alright…” And like all creatures of darkness they squinted and squirmed and ran as the light hit ’em square in the face. Even Joe had disappeared and I could see the new guy who’d been posing lazily in the corner, starting to shift uncomfortable. They called him the new guy cos he was nothing and everything- The fear of the unknown. I let the light in and felt the gratitude wash over me and as light often does, it dispelled the darkness and along with it all my fears, both real and imagined!

Happy birthday to me…I may not have it all and I may be far from my idea of perfect but I see the light and I’m gonna fight. I’m gonna get better, it’s gonna get better and one day in a couple of years, I’ll be glad I didn’t let my fears get the better of me. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings! That thing that got you all flustered would be of no importance if you were 6 feet under and believe me, the fact that you are NOT 6 feet under means HE is not through with you yet!

It’s a beautiful day, TGIF!!! Have a great day peeps!

xoxoxo 😉 😉 😉


Posted by on September 7, 2012 in Inspirational


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