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my comp got some serious spyware on it, so that's my lil xcuse for bein MIA. it turns my inet off.
i'm tombout how i thought i was about to make some chump change Sat when some lil short dude hopped out from under a rock and knocked my hustle. all i had to do was paint the name of my aun't shop on the store front. i found out i wasn't get paid, i was about to get right. she sells church dresses & uniforms. don't u kno i was about to throw up some graffiti? rofl fuck u, pay meeee. i blinked 2 times, my job was GONE. now i admit i was wrong, but lil dude comes out flexin his money tombout he only needs $25 for a real artist to do it right. i'm tombout he straight up tryin to tear me down. from the way he talked about everything that he could do (like i couldn't) to "well, ya'll must not get yall eyebrows arched down there??" come to find out that he worked at a busted ass barbershop round the way, but still got more BB's than a shot gun. i mighta called him a tall midget, a short bastard, and lawd knows what else cuz he was irkin my nerves. "let me go get my materials. u kno a real artIST can make this off the change" off the what? came back in a broke down regal with nothin but a razor. i took every chance i got to ask him if he wanted me to reach something (like the door knob) or to let him kno about his ride or that bullshit he got payed $50 to put on that window.
got home, saw JJ walkin up the road, mouth just bloody. i borrowed my uncle's car & went to the trailor park to be nosey. G huggin on me like he ain't seen me in years, Fred actin like he sees me everyday & just picks up wherever he left off, Lance tellin everybody it was gon' snow because quan was in the wrong neighborhood, & there's K standin up towards the front. i mighta turned, and he had eased back whispering to BB. then he decided to be busy and clean the tires on the chevy even tho he live on a dirt road. he wanna tell me hey and call me lil shaun when i was on my way to the car. any other day, "can i call u? huh? HUH? AY AY AY!"
that's why the big twista lookin bastard wears the same outfit every Friday. pink shirt, pink headband, black shorts, and black shoes. he might wear it Monday, but no matte what he will swing it round for the Friday too.
handclap to phil row, he is now about to be 18 in the 10th grade. i raised my baby. shit, at least he passed this time.
my baby cousin is a trip. she'll beat the hell out u, stronger than the avg 4 yr old, but she's only 8 months old. she lifted up he momma's shirt, went face down on her stomach, "ah boo boo boo *checked to see if she was laughin* ah boo boo boo". tryin to blow on her stomach and make her laugh like everybody does her.
i'm tombout how i thought i was about to make some chump change Sat when some lil short dude hopped out from under a rock and knocked my hustle. all i had to do was paint the name of my aun't shop on the store front. i found out i wasn't get paid, i was about to get right. she sells church dresses & uniforms. don't u kno i was about to throw up some graffiti? rofl fuck u, pay meeee. i blinked 2 times, my job was GONE. now i admit i was wrong, but lil dude comes out flexin his money tombout he only needs $25 for a real artist to do it right. i'm tombout he straight up tryin to tear me down. from the way he talked about everything that he could do (like i couldn't) to "well, ya'll must not get yall eyebrows arched down there??" come to find out that he worked at a busted ass barbershop round the way, but still got more BB's than a shot gun. i mighta called him a tall midget, a short bastard, and lawd knows what else cuz he was irkin my nerves. "let me go get my materials. u kno a real artIST can make this off the change" off the what? came back in a broke down regal with nothin but a razor. i took every chance i got to ask him if he wanted me to reach something (like the door knob) or to let him kno about his ride or that bullshit he got payed $50 to put on that window.
got home, saw JJ walkin up the road, mouth just bloody. i borrowed my uncle's car & went to the trailor park to be nosey. G huggin on me like he ain't seen me in years, Fred actin like he sees me everyday & just picks up wherever he left off, Lance tellin everybody it was gon' snow because quan was in the wrong neighborhood, & there's K standin up towards the front. i mighta turned, and he had eased back whispering to BB. then he decided to be busy and clean the tires on the chevy even tho he live on a dirt road. he wanna tell me hey and call me lil shaun when i was on my way to the car. any other day, "can i call u? huh? HUH? AY AY AY!"
that's why the big twista lookin bastard wears the same outfit every Friday. pink shirt, pink headband, black shorts, and black shoes. he might wear it Monday, but no matte what he will swing it round for the Friday too.
handclap to phil row, he is now about to be 18 in the 10th grade. i raised my baby. shit, at least he passed this time.
my baby cousin is a trip. she'll beat the hell out u, stronger than the avg 4 yr old, but she's only 8 months old. she lifted up he momma's shirt, went face down on her stomach, "ah boo boo boo *checked to see if she was laughin* ah boo boo boo". tryin to blow on her stomach and make her laugh like everybody does her.