My darlings my darlings gather around and look into the brown bag that i have sat in front of you. IN it you will find three items. Three items in which you will build from for the rest of your life. The first […]
Bangin with a gang of instrumentals i got the pens and pencils, i got down to business. But sometime the business end of this shit will turn your friends against you. Thought you was a real nigga, i can sense it […]
Got this poster, use tape homie, dont you know that thumb tacks will tear that thang up. Who’s that poster of. Yes its young Scott Pippen. That number 33 jersey is fresh as hell. I love this picture man. I’m sad […]
The day i left the foster home, i felt excitement but heartache, i barfed up in an arbys bag. I missed my friends, there was a hole in me but it was replaced by love from my new parents Brad and Angelina. I love them.
In the hood, we either bang red or bang blue. You can call a crip or call us piru. You can tell i’m affiliated by my tear drop tattoo. Not layin people down in my hood is considered taboo. Put your gang signs up […]
Flip to my loo my dee my darling flip the the loo da day. Flippinos in my apartment complex making curry for the neighbor kids. I feel so jealous. I’m so hungry. I love lil flip he would say….nigga what is yall sayin.
The boy perched down waiting for the pitch was a catcher, he grew up on a street called thatcher, in front he cut down a tree with a hatchet, and he and his friends got drunk, hell yeah they got ratchet!!
Drifting away from me is the one i love. Once a live bird, followed by the slaughter. Next was the cleaning and covering in warm but moist liquid followed by a breadcrumb, into the frying pan into a boat served […]
Trunk, i live for the funk i die for the funk. I got your baby mama in my trunk, Just kidding i’m nice. I’m just mad cuz i got head lice. I need to get a grasp on life. I’m losing it, don’t know where i can hide. […]