okay, if I can zone...

once again, im in, the emotion is quick to give up and so I spit and live up to my minds content and I can think alotta shit up, I hurl, these niggas just spit up, wipe the shit up and light the piff up, I go harder then your abs when you sit up, these dudes should get up and take off, I got so many jays I stay facin my face off, bite your tounge bitch or imma slap the taste off, take me off the track like takin the bass off, the bass on I take on any challenger, I hit you nine times like fifty or j. Salinger, dudes cower in fear when I appear on the track don't call it a feature, my best feature is my next feature, the last one was somethin like a rap creature, I fine tuned it, my mind tuned into the lesson like a teacher, extract the wisdom and step back, im exact when I cut the beat, fuck it run that shit back, dunks slap the cement, I spent so much money on piff that all I got left is residue on my lips, so please leave the room if you don't smoke, no joke, every line I rhyme is two tokes, I call these dudes verses roachies, it aint even enough for a buzz, trust, I need least a blunt, or two, im through, three make my knees weak, four make me queasy, the fifth one get me feelin eazy, after that I can smoke an o like meezy, im the best so you best believe me. Oww...

and just because I don't remember shit

Doesn't mean you have the right to act like you don't give a shit.
Its fucking valentines day and im alone :(
I gotta finish that something about us song tomarrow...

ready to fly oww.

Brother boogie I wrote this for you
Cuz shit real, god took you too soon
Now everytime I look at tha sky I see blue
To tell tha truth you taught me a lesson
To keep your head up is a blessin
Cuz life be messin with your head sometimes
And sometimes you gotta feel ready to die
Cuz shit a real nigga gotta fly.

Respect n love.
Rest in peace Boogavel.
I got an enternity of love for you my nigga. Shit real. No homo tho.

febuary 6th.

So im gonna try and keep this blog til the end of the year and then kaput. Anyways, there's not much for me to say. I got a few things in mind, cuz blogging is really the only way to reach the rest of the world at 5:30 in the morning...
Ok. First off, home movies is a great show. Hilarious. Accurate sense of humor to mine. Ok.
It would be cool if boobz was my valentine. Ya dig?
And I miss my boo :(
She needs to come chill with me.
And tomorrow is gonna be whack.
Maybe.
Idk.
Ok. Im done.
Peace...

canvas.

ive had the most fucking retarded past two days of my life. i go to sleep trashed at 6 am, wake up 3 hours later, stay up all day, go to sleep at 2 am the next day and wake up 2 hours later, stay up all day, then sleep for like 11 hours. now its almost 12 and i gotta wake up for work tomarrow. speakin of which, i missed word today... fucking a. anyways. i love females. theyre fucking GREAT! especially yellow ones with red hair. heh. ok. so canvas.
thats what life is.
a fucking canvas.
and you're behind it.
with a paintbrush
and every fucking color of paint you can imagine.
the problem is, the paint is in front of the cavas.
so in order to paint on the canvas, you gotta hold your arm around it
blindly choose a color
and blindly paint
something.
now you can cheat.
you cant peek around the corner, and you cant even see the painting
but you can tear holes in the canvas and take control of your painting
but you cant sew the holes once theyre there
thats what it is.
i think.

wheres my woman at?
valentines day is comin up and i dont got no valentine. :(