First day of school.
All I can say was pretty damn good.
All my teachers can speak proper english, and I understand.
Very respectful. lol.
And I'm just ready to do my ishhhh niggaaaaa.
Chillin' in the cut right now with my nigga Anthony.
Ah, first Baruch friend and now we back in action hahah.
Went to Hooters for dinner, and caught up. Dass mah nigga for real lol.
We're talkin' about the semester.
And I'm inlove with lifestyle that's about to take place.
"What can I say, I'm sorry."
-Jay-Z
Haha
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Drunk & Hot Girls
So Yea, Poker with the fam. plus a buzz plus lifted. Pretty crazy lol..
Something about girls with a full on inberiation that can be so attractive and so un-attractive at the same time.
They can be ultimate skanks, but if it's you they show the love to that's great.
Or if they know how to control themselves even with their drunk ass, that's so amazing, but you're still so worried.
"I guess I'll take the liquid courage and the broken promises."
Something about girls with a full on inberiation that can be so attractive and so un-attractive at the same time.
They can be ultimate skanks, but if it's you they show the love to that's great.
Or if they know how to control themselves even with their drunk ass, that's so amazing, but you're still so worried.
"I guess I'll take the liquid courage and the broken promises."
Friday, August 28, 2009
Duh
Ugh.
Why don't you just realize shit sometimes.
But like... What's the point..
"Messin' me up my whole head...
..You're name is out my mouth like an ancient chant."
-ATCQ
propheezy.tumblr.com
Why don't you just realize shit sometimes.
But like... What's the point..
"Messin' me up my whole head...
..You're name is out my mouth like an ancient chant."
-ATCQ
propheezy.tumblr.com
Are you Fucking Kidding me?
Well here in Michigan, and done alot of shit already haha.
I still need to blow those purple clouds and live that Fast&Furious lifestyle shit.
But yea, I miss this place, and Kuya promises a great time all the time.
On a more down note, I fucking miss you.
You don't deserve me or my time.
But I just miss you, that's all.
I sound like a gay now.
I got another tattoo. Holler.
And I copped a gat.
Yea...
Till next time, peace & love
I still need to blow those purple clouds and live that Fast&Furious lifestyle shit.
But yea, I miss this place, and Kuya promises a great time all the time.
On a more down note, I fucking miss you.
You don't deserve me or my time.
But I just miss you, that's all.
I sound like a gay now.
I got another tattoo. Holler.
And I copped a gat.
Yea...
Till next time, peace & love
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Age Old Question.
Wrote this today while I was at the park.
Stuck in my head, so I had to make it something.
Mentally preparing myself for the 12 hour drive to Michigan to see Kuya.
Ugh.......
I don't have time to worry about you.
But I can't stop.
.Age Old Question.
What happened to us?
As soon as I was asked this, I wondered.
I pondered.
It's all fights and arguments anyway.
I cowered this time because I knew it would get you upset.
What's the use of 1 more argument kept at bay.
But what do you say if we head back to the beginning.
No.
Forget that.
Every smile made to fade.
Every laugh gone to waste.
Every plate we scraped.
Every first kiss after every last date.
Every casual walk down the street.
Every time you made my heart skip a beat.
Every song I sang for your sake.
Every time I stayed on the phone with you because you were awake.
Every right I gave you, though you were wrong.
However, there's no sympathy gone.
Every day holds a new dawn.
There was a time where we had the most bragging rights.
It was us who would pan all the camera lights.
That all faded when we stopped getting better.
And though we were miserable, we were miserable; Together.
I knew I couldn't protect you.
But you were more than just special.
So down was a place I could never let you.
And the only time I lied to you, was actually; Never.
And after I've realized this I started to remember.
When you re-iterated your question,
What happened to us?
It was simple.
Love happened to us.
Stuck in my head, so I had to make it something.
Mentally preparing myself for the 12 hour drive to Michigan to see Kuya.
Ugh.......
I don't have time to worry about you.
But I can't stop.
.Age Old Question.
What happened to us?
As soon as I was asked this, I wondered.
I pondered.
It's all fights and arguments anyway.
I cowered this time because I knew it would get you upset.
What's the use of 1 more argument kept at bay.
But what do you say if we head back to the beginning.
No.
Forget that.
Every smile made to fade.
Every laugh gone to waste.
Every plate we scraped.
Every first kiss after every last date.
Every casual walk down the street.
Every time you made my heart skip a beat.
Every song I sang for your sake.
Every time I stayed on the phone with you because you were awake.
Every right I gave you, though you were wrong.
However, there's no sympathy gone.
Every day holds a new dawn.
There was a time where we had the most bragging rights.
It was us who would pan all the camera lights.
That all faded when we stopped getting better.
And though we were miserable, we were miserable; Together.
I knew I couldn't protect you.
But you were more than just special.
So down was a place I could never let you.
And the only time I lied to you, was actually; Never.
And after I've realized this I started to remember.
When you re-iterated your question,
What happened to us?
It was simple.
Love happened to us.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Wackness.
Blogged from Jerick lol. Great quote.
Dr. Squires: Certain people you just can't trust, you know Luke?
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach.
Dr. Squires: Never, ever, ever trust anyone who says they don't like dogs!
Dr. Squires: You meet someone who doesn't like dogs you alert the authorities immediately and you sure as shit don't marry them.
This is almost exactly us lol
“I Called Her A Bunch Of Times But She Barely Replied Now It’s December, I’m Driving, And She’s Like Where’s My Hi?”
-Anon.
Dr. Squires: Certain people you just can't trust, you know Luke?
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach.
Dr. Squires: Never, ever, ever trust anyone who says they don't like dogs!
Dr. Squires: You meet someone who doesn't like dogs you alert the authorities immediately and you sure as shit don't marry them.
This is almost exactly us lol
“I Called Her A Bunch Of Times But She Barely Replied Now It’s December, I’m Driving, And She’s Like Where’s My Hi?”
-Anon.
Fuck It, My Heart Beat Slow.
And this youngin' that you doubted is about to get BUUUUZZZAAAYYY!
-Drizzy
-Drizzy
Dancing in the Rain
I left the crib, got a phone and called my homie.
And I asked him, remind me why I'm tryin'?
And right before he answered I remembered my passion in the past
When I was scribblin' in my tablet to box out my mom and dads scrrappin'
To help me when my grandmother passed
Plus the many times I was loveless
And the times when I was broke
And this music made a way when I was hopeless..
He told me to remember the rain, it'll diminish the pain
Then he told me not to ask him again.
Everybody struggles, but we call it dancing in the rain.
-Alt. from Blu
And I asked him, remind me why I'm tryin'?
And right before he answered I remembered my passion in the past
When I was scribblin' in my tablet to box out my mom and dads scrrappin'
To help me when my grandmother passed
Plus the many times I was loveless
And the times when I was broke
And this music made a way when I was hopeless..
He told me to remember the rain, it'll diminish the pain
Then he told me not to ask him again.
Everybody struggles, but we call it dancing in the rain.
-Alt. from Blu
Damn, my reality just set in.
Farewell friend. It's been a great run, honestly. And you are a great person.
You will be missed. Do big things.
Ummm.
I can't think.
I also want to thank those who've seen me in my vulnerable state.
It's rare, so don't get used to it.
Just testing my strength out.
holler.
You will be missed. Do big things.
Ummm.
I can't think.
I also want to thank those who've seen me in my vulnerable state.
It's rare, so don't get used to it.
Just testing my strength out.
holler.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Worxlife
Big up to Worx life for doin' there thing for real.
Partyin' last night was off the hook for realll. lol.
Too bad school's startin' next week.
Fuck.
Partyin' last night was off the hook for realll. lol.
Too bad school's startin' next week.
Fuck.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Three Weeks.
lol. this shit is true too. heh.
I can honestly say that was the best three weeks of my life.
You wonder why?
Rather, let me tell you why not.
Because this faint memory of what I had experienced during this time is what I have got.
I'm an only child, so you can say I'm spoiled.
Attention craver so that my emotions are toiled.
Sensitive and emotional, yet my ego helped me to control.
Manifested with thoughts of romantical and fairy taled love.
Yet, my paper heart ripped through and through the whole 500 days of summer, spring, autumn, and winter over again.
Living with your lies day in and day out.
The only secret that could be kept was how you deserved to be tendered.
Tip my hat off to the demon, my communication I surrendered.
Ohhh, how you were in store for the worst.
Satirical since I’m the one who knew of this first.
I did have a genuine concern, yet I had to let you learn the hard way.
I was living your lie anyway.
Lady karma may have played a factor towards the beginning of my paradise.
I paid no attention to such a concept, though my lifeless adoration I sacrificed.
You were, are, a very important influence.
You’ve molded me in some aspects, and I know I’ve done the same.
You were, are, there to keep me in check, as I’ve done the same.
You might have thought I was oblivious, but I was aware of the pain.
In the end, you could look in the mirror and know you were the only one to blame.
You were the queen of my fallacies and you even let down my mistress Mari Juane.
You didn’t do it for me or for yourself.
You claimed your pride was as high as the skyscrapers.
But we all know how those collapse.
Rest in pieces to my heart, with the relapse.
Becoming your temporary savior, I admitted I couldn’t be that.
Your ego was matched, while mine was sublime.
You called yourself strong, we’ve seen you battle through distance and time.
Those close to you were just people with opinions because you knew, thought, you could handle.
Little did you know this vacation was sporadic.
Literally, opposites attract. And your body was beautiful, your emotions blue. Like the Atlantic.
And I can continue with these metaphors and wordplay, but I don’t think you would manage.
The fact of the matter was the way we all were taken advantage of.
The night before my preview of heaven showed was frustrating indeed.
But I never figured how much I didn’t realize.
I knew it all, but I didn’t accept the ugly truth.
Was definite about all, yet still uncouth.
Anger? Jealousy? Or plain love redefined.
Finally shown to the world, and I kept think about how much was wasted of my time.
But I would have gone for years and years if I knew I would have come to experience my slice of paradise.
It’s what the scriptures read; it’s what we all dream of when our bodies decompose.
The place where we all at one point in our lives have thought about.
Day 1 of my Three Weeks.
I was your number 1.
I was your confidant.
I was your soldier.
I was the one to say, I told you.
I was superman.
I was the world to you.
I was family.
I was the freshest and main squeeze.
I was the breeze on an autumn day that you needed to blow the beautiful leaves.
I was the highest peak of every mountain the world has seen.
I was the epitome of perfection during this period of time where MY life was serene.
You were the Queen, and yes I was King.
And I knew how real love was.
It wasn’t just a fling.
It was the real deal.
Your touch, your warmth, your trust, your words.
Your longing, your desperation, your vulnerability.
I utilized those and became the opposite.
And during these three weeks, I know we were above and beyond the time wasted.
I honestly know that all I experienced throughout this time frame wasn’t taken for granted.
It was treasured more than the last piece of gold on this undermined planet.
If only I could take the span of this three weeks and expanded.
But the rewind came into play, and I collapsed.
The end of my three weeks came, and I was back to reality. Back to my life in a relapse.
Now when we speak, our ego gets the best of us.
Pride tells no tales, but hides our vulnerability very well.
I’m longing for my three-peat.
Maybe if it does come, which I pray for, I’ll make it last for eternity.
I’m not begging, I’m just urging you to know that the three weeks we spent will never amount to the lifetimes you plan on having without me.
I might sound lousy.
But my heart could’ve never been so vital to your happiness.
I leave it up for you to decide.
For I never had a choice.
I can honestly say that was the best three weeks of my life.
You wonder why?
Rather, let me tell you why not.
Because this faint memory of what I had experienced during this time is what I have got.
I'm an only child, so you can say I'm spoiled.
Attention craver so that my emotions are toiled.
Sensitive and emotional, yet my ego helped me to control.
Manifested with thoughts of romantical and fairy taled love.
Yet, my paper heart ripped through and through the whole 500 days of summer, spring, autumn, and winter over again.
Living with your lies day in and day out.
The only secret that could be kept was how you deserved to be tendered.
Tip my hat off to the demon, my communication I surrendered.
Ohhh, how you were in store for the worst.
Satirical since I’m the one who knew of this first.
I did have a genuine concern, yet I had to let you learn the hard way.
I was living your lie anyway.
Lady karma may have played a factor towards the beginning of my paradise.
I paid no attention to such a concept, though my lifeless adoration I sacrificed.
You were, are, a very important influence.
You’ve molded me in some aspects, and I know I’ve done the same.
You were, are, there to keep me in check, as I’ve done the same.
You might have thought I was oblivious, but I was aware of the pain.
In the end, you could look in the mirror and know you were the only one to blame.
You were the queen of my fallacies and you even let down my mistress Mari Juane.
You didn’t do it for me or for yourself.
You claimed your pride was as high as the skyscrapers.
But we all know how those collapse.
Rest in pieces to my heart, with the relapse.
Becoming your temporary savior, I admitted I couldn’t be that.
Your ego was matched, while mine was sublime.
You called yourself strong, we’ve seen you battle through distance and time.
Those close to you were just people with opinions because you knew, thought, you could handle.
Little did you know this vacation was sporadic.
Literally, opposites attract. And your body was beautiful, your emotions blue. Like the Atlantic.
And I can continue with these metaphors and wordplay, but I don’t think you would manage.
The fact of the matter was the way we all were taken advantage of.
The night before my preview of heaven showed was frustrating indeed.
But I never figured how much I didn’t realize.
I knew it all, but I didn’t accept the ugly truth.
Was definite about all, yet still uncouth.
Anger? Jealousy? Or plain love redefined.
Finally shown to the world, and I kept think about how much was wasted of my time.
But I would have gone for years and years if I knew I would have come to experience my slice of paradise.
It’s what the scriptures read; it’s what we all dream of when our bodies decompose.
The place where we all at one point in our lives have thought about.
Day 1 of my Three Weeks.
I was your number 1.
I was your confidant.
I was your soldier.
I was the one to say, I told you.
I was superman.
I was the world to you.
I was family.
I was the freshest and main squeeze.
I was the breeze on an autumn day that you needed to blow the beautiful leaves.
I was the highest peak of every mountain the world has seen.
I was the epitome of perfection during this period of time where MY life was serene.
You were the Queen, and yes I was King.
And I knew how real love was.
It wasn’t just a fling.
It was the real deal.
Your touch, your warmth, your trust, your words.
Your longing, your desperation, your vulnerability.
I utilized those and became the opposite.
And during these three weeks, I know we were above and beyond the time wasted.
I honestly know that all I experienced throughout this time frame wasn’t taken for granted.
It was treasured more than the last piece of gold on this undermined planet.
If only I could take the span of this three weeks and expanded.
But the rewind came into play, and I collapsed.
The end of my three weeks came, and I was back to reality. Back to my life in a relapse.
Now when we speak, our ego gets the best of us.
Pride tells no tales, but hides our vulnerability very well.
I’m longing for my three-peat.
Maybe if it does come, which I pray for, I’ll make it last for eternity.
I’m not begging, I’m just urging you to know that the three weeks we spent will never amount to the lifetimes you plan on having without me.
I might sound lousy.
But my heart could’ve never been so vital to your happiness.
I leave it up for you to decide.
For I never had a choice.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Growth
Well it's effin' 3:50
Can't sleep shiet.
Last night, which was Saturday night, the 15th, was fun. Party at jersey, belleville, then Taste of Asia for birthday celebration for Joy's bday. Urban Ecko celebration, performed too, twas fun.
Today barbecue in the backyard for Wisconsin fams, then they bounced back to cheeseville.
But yea, lately alot of shit goin' on in my mind. Life movin' fast, major shit gosta happen sooon.
Writing songs, getting ready for shit, poetry here and there.
This post is about my poetry. I usually write a sort of hip-hop vibed type of thing, but I felt over the time I've been writing, I've grown in my writing a bit.
I wish it would be that way for music as well hah, but we'll see.
This is a piece I felt I ultimately spazzed out on and shows my growth in my literary advances.
Just my thought. ha.
Enjoy if you read all this..
Call me stubborn, but I never wanted to understand why I’d constantly fall into your disbelief.
Maybe if my persistence runs along with your disbelief then I’d be the victor.
Maybe I should realize that I’ve been just as dismal as you have been, but I wasn’t the reason.
And I’m tired of covering up being morose with a fake smile in every picture.
Time and time again, I find your sympathy very much sweet.
But your ignorance wasn’t bliss; to me it was very much bitter.
In fact if I could compare your infatuation to my love,
You are the shallow end of the beach while the deep sea is where I would indulge.
I’m only human, and a male for that part, so I would admit I do fall into the animalistic thoughts of a beastly demeanor.
This is what you would call making love.
But I have to move past such an existence, for the odds of that would be like striking gold in my basement.
I don’t want to sound like a loser, but I’ve found that the alcohol and nicotine could be your temporary replacement.
I’m dumbfounded with the mere fact that you could be so much a part of me than I actually hoped for.
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea to hope for, for maybe that was the downfall.
I love believing your lies for it makes you happy.
But at what cost must I falter for the sake of your pleasure.
I don’t even know what kind of effect I had on you or your intimate self.
Perhaps being oblivious to this knowledge would be for the better.
I can go on days praising you, but it’s just words from my wise.
Such as seeing heaven in your eyes was the most glorious disguise.
But you have been very much a part of me.
More than I realized.
And in the ultimate end I wish for your happiness.
I wouldn’t mind seeing the demise.
But I was never so spiteful.
Rather I remain blunt.
I would observe from a distance in a nonchalant manner.
But when the time comes I will tell you everything you should have heard from the start.
It’s not what you need, however, it’s what you want.
If you tell me how deep you’ve been hurt.
I’d have to cut you short.
Because you never took a second out of your omnipresent calendar to figure the sufferings I have burdened.
Yet we learn.
And what we yearn, is never worth the longing.
So I dare you to challenge me and call me wrong.
Because the concept of love is so overrated.
You are in fact the fallen angel in my visual that I have managed to create.
Find your wings, and learn to fly.
While I search for the goods in goodbye.
Can't sleep shiet.
Last night, which was Saturday night, the 15th, was fun. Party at jersey, belleville, then Taste of Asia for birthday celebration for Joy's bday. Urban Ecko celebration, performed too, twas fun.
Today barbecue in the backyard for Wisconsin fams, then they bounced back to cheeseville.
But yea, lately alot of shit goin' on in my mind. Life movin' fast, major shit gosta happen sooon.
Writing songs, getting ready for shit, poetry here and there.
This post is about my poetry. I usually write a sort of hip-hop vibed type of thing, but I felt over the time I've been writing, I've grown in my writing a bit.
I wish it would be that way for music as well hah, but we'll see.
This is a piece I felt I ultimately spazzed out on and shows my growth in my literary advances.
Just my thought. ha.
Enjoy if you read all this..
Call me stubborn, but I never wanted to understand why I’d constantly fall into your disbelief.
Maybe if my persistence runs along with your disbelief then I’d be the victor.
Maybe I should realize that I’ve been just as dismal as you have been, but I wasn’t the reason.
And I’m tired of covering up being morose with a fake smile in every picture.
Time and time again, I find your sympathy very much sweet.
But your ignorance wasn’t bliss; to me it was very much bitter.
In fact if I could compare your infatuation to my love,
You are the shallow end of the beach while the deep sea is where I would indulge.
I’m only human, and a male for that part, so I would admit I do fall into the animalistic thoughts of a beastly demeanor.
This is what you would call making love.
But I have to move past such an existence, for the odds of that would be like striking gold in my basement.
I don’t want to sound like a loser, but I’ve found that the alcohol and nicotine could be your temporary replacement.
I’m dumbfounded with the mere fact that you could be so much a part of me than I actually hoped for.
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea to hope for, for maybe that was the downfall.
I love believing your lies for it makes you happy.
But at what cost must I falter for the sake of your pleasure.
I don’t even know what kind of effect I had on you or your intimate self.
Perhaps being oblivious to this knowledge would be for the better.
I can go on days praising you, but it’s just words from my wise.
Such as seeing heaven in your eyes was the most glorious disguise.
But you have been very much a part of me.
More than I realized.
And in the ultimate end I wish for your happiness.
I wouldn’t mind seeing the demise.
But I was never so spiteful.
Rather I remain blunt.
I would observe from a distance in a nonchalant manner.
But when the time comes I will tell you everything you should have heard from the start.
It’s not what you need, however, it’s what you want.
If you tell me how deep you’ve been hurt.
I’d have to cut you short.
Because you never took a second out of your omnipresent calendar to figure the sufferings I have burdened.
Yet we learn.
And what we yearn, is never worth the longing.
So I dare you to challenge me and call me wrong.
Because the concept of love is so overrated.
You are in fact the fallen angel in my visual that I have managed to create.
Find your wings, and learn to fly.
While I search for the goods in goodbye.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Damn.
your words never ceased to amaze me…..imissyou…..not that you care….
but in the least you will always be brilliant in my eyes.
What I don’t understand,
Is how you can run your fingers through my
Soul, and still manage to keep
Your hands clean.
I feel like I’m leading a morbid life
But you make me feel,
Spotless.
Sometimes I get our names mixed up
And I call you, I
Because you made yourself such
A part of me.
Every tea break I make a toast
To your beauty;
A seed a goddess would envy,
And every moment your seed of beauty grows,
I grow.
And your beauty grows within me.
I believe that life,
Is too short to live the same day twice.
But you make every 24 hours
A different memory,
So the scrap-book of our time together
Looks like a jumbled mess of smiles and photographs.
But to us, it’s perfectly organized,
The way it should be:
Unique.
We’ve made our mark with a past,
And trust each other’s palms with the lines of our own.
What I catch myself smiling at though,
Is the idea that through all of these beautiful things…
We still have a future to leave footprints behind on.
Your smile, with mine,
And my hand, with yours.
-A.bomb.in.nation
but in the least you will always be brilliant in my eyes.
What I don’t understand,
Is how you can run your fingers through my
Soul, and still manage to keep
Your hands clean.
I feel like I’m leading a morbid life
But you make me feel,
Spotless.
Sometimes I get our names mixed up
And I call you, I
Because you made yourself such
A part of me.
Every tea break I make a toast
To your beauty;
A seed a goddess would envy,
And every moment your seed of beauty grows,
I grow.
And your beauty grows within me.
I believe that life,
Is too short to live the same day twice.
But you make every 24 hours
A different memory,
So the scrap-book of our time together
Looks like a jumbled mess of smiles and photographs.
But to us, it’s perfectly organized,
The way it should be:
Unique.
We’ve made our mark with a past,
And trust each other’s palms with the lines of our own.
What I catch myself smiling at though,
Is the idea that through all of these beautiful things…
We still have a future to leave footprints behind on.
Your smile, with mine,
And my hand, with yours.
-A.bomb.in.nation
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Please Have Mercy on Me
Cousins from Wisconsin?!
Waordddddd?
Holler.
My eye is swollen as fuck.
"And I'll be damned if I do this for forever.
Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better.
But I got to run if I'm ever goin' to forget her.
Because I've always been a go-getter."
-Slug
Waordddddd?
Holler.
My eye is swollen as fuck.
"And I'll be damned if I do this for forever.
Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better.
But I got to run if I'm ever goin' to forget her.
Because I've always been a go-getter."
-Slug
Monday, August 10, 2009
.Preparation.
Loved the little get-together that randomly went down at my place.
Fun fun fun.
Good times.
Yesterday sat in the D3 Meeting and admired how they kept shit rolling.
Then chilled at Margot's cribbooo.
I feel very ready and confident for the upcoming year as the Co-chair for FUSION.
I hope I do everyone proud ha.
We'll see how things go.
Nothin's slowin' me down.
Ohszzaa, I also wrote a new song, shieeeeeeeet hollerr. Still gots it.
Ego's on another level. Fa shaw.
"And what a new love, and dare I call it love."
- RGBreezy!
Fun fun fun.
Good times.
Yesterday sat in the D3 Meeting and admired how they kept shit rolling.
Then chilled at Margot's cribbooo.
I feel very ready and confident for the upcoming year as the Co-chair for FUSION.
I hope I do everyone proud ha.
We'll see how things go.
Nothin's slowin' me down.
Ohszzaa, I also wrote a new song, shieeeeeeeet hollerr. Still gots it.
Ego's on another level. Fa shaw.
"And what a new love, and dare I call it love."
- RGBreezy!
Friday, August 7, 2009
Bittersweet.
Woke up at 10 because I had to get ready for a 10:30 pickup.
Lol, should have known they were running filipino time.
but yea, stuff has gone down as of late, but I'm not trying to be bitter about it.
Just wondering real hard, why you let shit like this happen.
Don't I make you happy?
It's whatever doe.
Anyway when I woke up I greeted my pops happy birthday lol.
Conversation proceeds as followed( < did that make sense?)
Me: "Happy 48th birthday if I'm not mistaken dad."
Dad: "43 nigga.. shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt...(depressing monotone)"
30 mins. later
Dadd: "I'm fucking 43 and I don't own a house....... shiiiiiiiittt..(same monotone)"
Haha, I hope you enjoy tonight nigga.
Well, I been tryin' to write a new song, but it gets harder every time, super retarded.
Bbbbb buuuttttt.
Ah, peaceasy.
"People might change, but they never rearrange, so the strange things can be so different and be the same."
-Move.meant
Lol, should have known they were running filipino time.
but yea, stuff has gone down as of late, but I'm not trying to be bitter about it.
Just wondering real hard, why you let shit like this happen.
Don't I make you happy?
It's whatever doe.
Anyway when I woke up I greeted my pops happy birthday lol.
Conversation proceeds as followed( < did that make sense?)
Me: "Happy 48th birthday if I'm not mistaken dad."
Dad: "43 nigga.. shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt...(depressing monotone)"
30 mins. later
Dadd: "I'm fucking 43 and I don't own a house....... shiiiiiiiittt..(same monotone)"
Haha, I hope you enjoy tonight nigga.
Well, I been tryin' to write a new song, but it gets harder every time, super retarded.
Bbbbb buuuttttt.
Ah, peaceasy.
"People might change, but they never rearrange, so the strange things can be so different and be the same."
-Move.meant
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Honestly
Honestly.
I feel like I've lost it all.
AGAIN.
Fuck.
I don't know why though.
and I don't know how.
What am I doin' wrong?
I feel like I've lost it all.
AGAIN.
Fuck.
I don't know why though.
and I don't know how.
What am I doin' wrong?
Monday, August 3, 2009
Super Stressed
Why?
Don't worry.
Just don't be an asshole and add to it.
Sometimes you have to notice and realize that shit isn't always funny.
Just stop frontin' and shit.
"You be havin' good thoughts, but the evils be revealin'."
-Q-tip
Don't worry.
Just don't be an asshole and add to it.
Sometimes you have to notice and realize that shit isn't always funny.
Just stop frontin' and shit.
"You be havin' good thoughts, but the evils be revealin'."
-Q-tip
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Last Night.
Shit. I won't front, IZZYFEST was effin' poppin' lol.
Great times with even bettter peoples. Vibes was good toooo haha.
Only downgrade was all the Lou Ferrigno's everywhere and the jackass who broke the pipe in the bathroom to end the paty, but overall it was bomb. lol.
Especially the F3...N reunion hahaha..
Got home at 5:45. Ouch. All goodie though. Enjoyed it so much.
Holler.
HAHAHA!
"It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow, to everybody on your dick NO HOMO!"
- Ye
NO HOMO! ha
F3...N
Good Peoples.
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