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Nov 13, 2004 00:14

"16's is hot, from the mouth or the pistol."--"10 hollows in the 9, keep 8 in the mack. And you know I ain't takin the gat, if the cops pull us over the chauffer is takin the rap." Posta boy.
Another year in the hole. Time to get shit straight and handle my business. Time to get my grown man on.. Or something. I guess this'll be the end of competitions to see who can bag the baddest and most bitches, trying to put something in the air every time I'm stressed, not quite so legal get rich quick schemes, gangbanging and random dumb shit. It's nice to think like getting old means you'll squad up and step out of all the childish habits and shit, but I don't think shit'll change really. I'm going to put an effort into trying though. The only thing I do realize is I'm starting to branch off from people and it feels worse and better at the same time. I think I truly am through with the whole "Hey, hook me up with some head and I'll call you when I want some more ok boo?" shit. Atleast thats how I feel right now.
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