The space between this post and the last one is quite long. I am so very apologetic to my avid readers. Please forgive me.
I won’t really tell you what I’ve been up to, since that is boring. Believe me, you would rather poke your eyes out with a shishkabob stake than see what lil ole me has been doing. I will try to think of something important and profound to recapture my readers’ interest.
Well it is 3:01, and usually that is the best thinking time. Maybe I am just rusty and don’t want to disappoint. Or maybe, I don’t have anything up there in that noggin of mine. I don’t get how people who write music and such can just be like bam. Well I am a gangster:
I got 32 problems, n one is that I’m a bitch
A ginger too, so I’m such an outcast
People here, people there, starin at one of the last generations alive
Yeah, huh what am i gonna do
Walkin around this world alone, gettin drunk and doin hoes
Robbin bitches and dealin here
and puttin on black hair, uhuh cause it is too easy
To see a ging, walkin down the street
gotta rep the hood of ging, but gotta keep doin on doin on
the discrim i feel, day to day
Yeah yeah, this is the soundtrack to mahhh life.
What what, hoodlife. Alright, but on a different note, and the point is how could someone write something that is so legit? lol.
