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yeah. im only updating this cuz its morning. nobodys on. and im bored. funny thing is..i have nothing to say! nothing new there..i was supposed to go to the show last night..but my mom had to be gay..oh well..i most likely wouldve felt left out..like usual when i go places. im just gunna stay home from now on. i made the mistake of going to the mall with my mom and sister..and was completely bored. we were walking to the upstairs of the galleria mall..i fell up the stairs..my mom started laughing..so i went for a little walk by myself around the mall crying my eyes out for a half hour. and i dont think it was my mom..it was everything and she just happened to be the icing on my cake. my poisened cake. oh well..i made a nice cd and im listening to it now..music makes me feel a little better sometimes..life kinda sucks lately..and idk if its ever gunna pick itself up..people keep saying stuff like it will but they just want me to feel better and what they say wont change the way i feel inside..even if i do sit there..smiling and laughing. im not having fun. ive become a completely boring person.who doesnt wanna be around people or do anything..i used to be happy. not sure what happened..okay well im gunna go now. because theres no point in writing crap that people dont care about reading**
later kids..
Twas da night befo' Christmas & all in the hood, Not a homie was stirrin cuz it was all good. The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill. M.o.o.k.i.e and B.e.B.e was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live. And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend is fine. All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly. I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass! I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness. I said, for real doe, come check dis out. We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh. Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said"Yo red Dawg, you all that!" He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!" To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move. I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack! But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz i learnt back when I hadda pay da billz." out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin. He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat. I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" he said, "You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold, His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old. He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side. Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide. A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof, He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome, To tap that booty waitin' at home. And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty..... "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!"
later kids..
Twas da night befo' Christmas & all in the hood, Not a homie was stirrin cuz it was all good. The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill. M.o.o.k.i.e and B.e.B.e was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live. And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend is fine. All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly. I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass! I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness. I said, for real doe, come check dis out. We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh. Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said"Yo red Dawg, you all that!" He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!" To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move. I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack! But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz i learnt back when I hadda pay da billz." out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin. He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat. I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" he said, "You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold, His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old. He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side. Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide. A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof, He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome, To tap that booty waitin' at home. And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty..... "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!"