every girl i fucked with

started on some love ish

ended on some rough ish

i know that i phucked it……

up

when i did dumb ish

plus we were both rushin

we dont know each others..

love…

love?

you found another lover

ive found another lover

yet we are still alone

you left?

he left?

she left

i smiled 

i dont know what im doing wrong..

blame my ex 

blame my ex

blame my ex

blame my……

ex?

the reason why im dying in this (song)

i met this girl named cindy

she can be good for me

she looked into my heart

and saw you…

but we still gonna do

what we gon do

baby girl you are so sexy

i wanna get…

all over your bed sheets

then im gone in the morning.

i dont know why i do em wrong

blame my ex

the reason im dying in this (song)

blame my ex

blame my ex

blame my…

ex?

You like to a mistake a street nigga for a real nigga.

My sis graduated from college due to my wild work schedule I could not attend.
So I took a sec a write a little passage for her.

Have I told you lately,
just how proud I am of you.
Of all the things that you’ve achieved,
and the wonderful things that you do.

You have achieved success,
and know what that success means.
You strive to meet your goals,
and to reach your dreams.

You do not accept limitations,
conquering things placed before you.
You no longer allow problems,
  to cause you to be blue.

You have so much,
talent and creativity to share.
You have such a gift,
I don’t think you are even aware.

You are an inspiration,
to so many people.
You treat everyone,
as your equal.

I guess what I am,
trying to say.
I love you so much,
and I am proud of you everyday

*sigh*

That’s why I Stay Dougie….ask Tumbling Dice…

The handling of a heart’s a very delicate art because it‚art paper thin
One irrelevant thought, that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart, that
leaves a permanent mark, that‚ ice cold in the day, and burns in the dark and
makes you never want to see her face again
Tee hee, what a place Im in
Lead me to the staysh-i-in (station)
A one way ticket, dont look back
One cold tear that froze and cracked
A whole lot of pain Im holding back
Shaft said, “F that, roll a sack”
I said, “If my skull was cracked,
and blood ran out to the coldest at, that could not match me where Im at”
My memories flash me there and back
Yep, there goes me right there in black
Holding hands, not staring back
She starts crying, I start denyin
that its my fault, and Im aware of that
Man, in hindsight signs be glaring back
Wheres the map to show you where you at?
I can hear the crowd yelling
I can smell the tires smoke
I can hear the starter pistol,
wheres the track?
Ring, no answer, came home late
Jane told Dick she had a date
But Daves just chilling
And at that moment, the right brain
says to the left just kill them
Make the headlines, make the front page
Wild out in the courthouse, man thrill ‘em
They’ll say the boy dead
wrong, but I feel him …

You won’t feel me until everybody
Say they love you, but it’s not love
And your suit is oxblood
And the girl you fucking hates you
And your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of

And when you forget it, that’s when she pop up

And deal with the questions
About all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce
That shit’s right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It’s feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
Intead of getting a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you, nigga

You won’t feel me til you want it
So bad you tell yourself you’re in it
And tell the world around you
That your paperwork is finished
And steal your mother’s debit cards
So you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced
Rental cars that ain’t tinted
You need a minute? You got it
You know its real when your
Latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that’s just a way of life
Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings
When you record with 2 others that want the same things
It start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night, you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit, you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga
And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on telling you they feel you, nigga

Could this be Earth? Could this be light?
Does this mean everything is going to be alright?
When I look out my window there’s trees talking like people
I’ve dreamt of storms, I’ve dreamt of sound
I’ve dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
I’ve slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent
What is this love? I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead
But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a daydream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
We’ll all fade to grey soon, on the TV station…

In search of fame, at sanity’s cost
You a household name, but all privacy lost
You make a mistake, they hang you up on a cross
All of a sudden they forgot who you are
They forgot about all the times you hustled and fall
Please show me a king thats never suffered a loss
Or show me a man that never suffered a scar
And I’ll show you a man thats never given his all
I’ll show you man thats never given his heart
If im becoming a monster, it’s all ya fault
You can’t be a gentleman when you swimming with sharks
Shit, when you wanna be Superman, who gonna be Clark Kent
Pour out my heart until I wind up heartless
Tryna become a father without having a father
They hate when you ride then celebrate when you fall
But throughout it all, I just ball……….

People spend their lives in anticipations,in determining to be vastly happy at some period when they have time. But the present time has one advantage over every other it is our own. Past opportunities are gone, future have not come. We may lay in a stock of pleasures, as we would lay in a stock of wine; but if we defer the tasting of them too long, we shall find that both are soured by age.

Reputation is for time; character is for eternity.

Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We’ve become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity, we erased one another So far from where we came with so much of everything How do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely.