today, was great. i wanted to go clubbin with the squad, but these niggahs love goin in clubs throwin up sets and shit like sumter ain't full of haters. seem like shit always pop off when i'm round them niggahs so i left that alone. B came through though, i need to get my cake up and take that pistol off his hands though. niggah tryna sell me a shotgun, fuck i'm a put a shotgun ? i need something small. but yeah, today was cool. next weekend, i'm a try my best to head up to rock hill for that homecoming. i'm tryna get pissy drunk and fuck any broad that smiles my way. this niggah wan a cock blocker. we went to KFC and i'm bout to spit game to some girl he talk to cousin... this niggah gone blurt out " HEY SHANETTA " like man gtfon. she wasn't bad, but she was cute, i remember her from highschool i think. she was decent. i hate walmart broads though, they either got the phone to their ear like they talkin to somebody or strutin round like they ain't 16/15. i seen a lightskinned broad today, baddd from the back. seen her face and she was aight, my niggah jeremy i used to record with was walkin with us then. i pointed her out, niggah ran up with his phone out came back quick. " too young " i can't lie, broads can appear old as fuck now a days... but who wants to be old ? i'd rather stay young forever, just to dick down the old broads, and be young enough to dick down the mid way young hos.

bionca read me a poem/something earlier, i liked it. i don't really like poems like that unless they make sense and rhyme, i barley even read poems. and because of her situation, it made sense. lol @ jeanri tellin me she went with trey then hours later this niggah gone say " idk, ask her " how you not know, c'mon bruh. i can't say shit in my blogs no more, niggahs read it and bring it up... it could be something i wrote 2 years ago and i won't win ANY arguements, anything i say they gone pull my blog and hit that older post button. " oh nah, u ain't say that in your blog " i don't mind though. just lets me know somebody reads my shits. i hate writin a bunch and then feel stupid because nobody really reads blogs. i mean, i only read blogs that are intrestin'. if u sittin there carryin on about dumb shit, or whine'n and complaining about a relationship, or something i don't care for, i won't read. i'll skim though.

i thought about the air force, but changed my mind quick. my cousin and brother both ready to leave then B just left from the navy bootcamp and that niggah said it was whack. said it was just like school " studyin part ". LMAO @ not knowing how to swim. niggah said he aint know how to swim and went into the deep pool anyway. niggah pushed him in and he sanked to the bottom and stayed there. i remember doing that. use to go to pools on base with cousins. and be on side of the pool and hold the side and jump up and just drop to the bottom and hold myself down see who could go the deepest and stay tdown the longest. i miss my cuzzo's, it's crazy ckuz my cousin marvin lost like all his brothers and sisters. i can't believe he lost his TWIN though, thats like his other half, his best friend. i couldn't do it. i just can't see if, lost his twin and two brothers. and it all happened all quick like under two years. AND he lost his pops after all that. ckrazy shit. i think i'll die if i lost siblings or parents. i'm the type where when i'm depressed that shit sinks deep and stays for a while. so i honestly think i'd go MIA, and prolly hit up a halfway house, poppin pills somewhere bounce'n off walls.

tomorrow, i'm a hit the mall back up and hit up walmart. i gotta get my nephew a new outfit, get my 2nd nephew some diapers and shit. get my uhhh sister something just ckuz. get me some new shoes, prolly some fuckin j's that i'll wear twice then pack em up and throw em in the cloest and some more clothes. i got a closet full already, but it's crazy when i wake up in the morning and just sit and stare wonderin what i'm a grab out and put on. it ain't like i got a million choices just don't know what to take out. it happens, but i usually solve it by just randomly grabbin some jeans and the rest just follows. but yeah, i'm not sleepy but i think i'll leave. i'm tired of bloggin and nothing really else to type about.

* pulled out the 2001 rap book, i feel like i wrote some hot shit. or atleast had some nice topics, i'm bout to crack this shit open and read some shit i wrote.
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today, was great. i wanted to go clubbin with the squad, but these niggahs love goin in clubs throwin up sets and shit like sumter ain't full of haters. seem like shit always pop off when i'm round them niggahs so i left that alone. B came through though, i need to get my cake up and take that pistol off his hands though. niggah tryna sell me a shotgun, fuck i'm a put a shotgun ? i need something small. but yeah, today was cool. next weekend, i'm a try my best to head up to rock hill for that homecoming. i'm tryna get pissy drunk and fuck any broad that smiles my way. this niggah wan a cock blocker. we went to KFC and i'm bout to spit game to some girl he talk to cousin... this niggah gone blurt out " HEY SHANETTA " like man gtfon. she wasn't bad, but she was cute, i remember her from highschool i think. she was decent. i hate walmart broads though, they either got the phone to their ear like they talkin to somebody or strutin round like they ain't 16/15. i seen a lightskinned broad today, baddd from the back. seen her face and she was aight, my niggah jeremy i used to record with was walkin with us then. i pointed her out, niggah ran up with his phone out came back quick. " too young " i can't lie, broads can appear old as fuck now a days... but who wants to be old ? i'd rather stay young forever, just to dick down the old broads, and be young enough to dick down the mid way young hos.

bionca read me a poem/something earlier, i liked it. i don't really like poems like that unless they make sense and rhyme, i barley even read poems. and because of her situation, it made sense. lol @ jeanri tellin me she went with trey then hours later this niggah gone say " idk, ask her " how you not know, c'mon bruh. i can't say shit in my blogs no more, niggahs read it and bring it up... it could be something i wrote 2 years ago and i won't win ANY arguements, anything i say they gone pull my blog and hit that older post button. " oh nah, u ain't say that in your blog " i don't mind though. just lets me know somebody reads my shits. i hate writin a bunch and then feel stupid because nobody really reads blogs. i mean, i only read blogs that are intrestin'. if u sittin there carryin on about dumb shit, or whine'n and complaining about a relationship, or something i don't care for, i won't read. i'll skim though.

i thought about the air force, but changed my mind quick. my cousin and brother both ready to leave then B just left from the navy bootcamp and that niggah said it was whack. said it was just like school " studyin part ". LMAO @ not knowing how to swim. niggah said he aint know how to swim and went into the deep pool anyway. niggah pushed him in and he sanked to the bottom and stayed there. i remember doing that. use to go to pools on base with cousins. and be on side of the pool and hold the side and jump up and just drop to the bottom and hold myself down see who could go the deepest and stay tdown the longest. i miss my cuzzo's, it's crazy ckuz my cousin marvin lost like all his brothers and sisters. i can't believe he lost his TWIN though, thats like his other half, his best friend. i couldn't do it. i just can't see if, lost his twin and two brothers. and it all happened all quick like under two years. AND he lost his pops after all that. ckrazy shit. i think i'll die if i lost siblings or parents. i'm the type where when i'm depressed that shit sinks deep and stays for a while. so i honestly think i'd go MIA, and prolly hit up a halfway house, poppin pills somewhere bounce'n off walls.

tomorrow, i'm a hit the mall back up and hit up walmart. i gotta get my nephew a new outfit, get my 2nd nephew some diapers and shit. get my uhhh sister something just ckuz. get me some new shoes, prolly some fuckin j's that i'll wear twice then pack em up and throw em in the cloest and some more clothes. i got a closet full already, but it's crazy when i wake up in the morning and just sit and stare wonderin what i'm a grab out and put on. it ain't like i got a million choices just don't know what to take out. it happens, but i usually solve it by just randomly grabbin some jeans and the rest just follows. but yeah, i'm not sleepy but i think i'll leave. i'm tired of bloggin and nothing really else to type about.

* pulled out the 2001 rap book, i feel like i wrote some hot shit. or atleast had some nice topics, i'm bout to crack this shit open and read some shit i wrote.