I am a product of my mother and father.
I am stubborn.
Nigga I know. Don't tell me as if I dunno. Shit I know I am and its a good thing sometimes though..bad one in many cases.
Eh... you be the judge and then shut ya fucking yap because I'm sure there are some things about you that just do and the fuck up.
When I feel strong about something I go full blast because it's what I feel.
Not saying that in some cases I'm not wrong.. but shit most times I'm right about shit anyways.
But there are some cases where I'm dead wrong and when I am wrong.. i show it in many ways to make sure that people know I was wrong and willing to fix it because why the fuck would i leave something lingering around when a sorry is all I would have to say to fix it.
Sorry.
I've said this shit like a million times but for some reason i don't think you get it son.
I said sorry.
But somehow it's being ignored.
Well it's here and when you wanna hear it.. it's here.
Now i look like a punk bitch...
nah not even...
I'm showing I still have a heart and that I'm not as cold heated as the world THINK.
I'm mumbling though because if anyone know me like yall know me.. I hate showing I have a heart publicly....its bothers the grumpy balance of my life. I would rather look like that angry fat girl up the block no one talks to than to be that fat girl up the block everyone loves.
Because having a heart in this world... gets you fucked up in the game kid.
So you gotta keep it three stacks and fall back with all the care bear shit.
Ughs I wish I would just erase this...
but i won't...
*mumbles under breath*
Another thing: Cecil say something smart about this shit fuckboy and I'm going tunnel style on that ass.
Listen.Like.Love.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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