
I woke up from 7 n waited till 11
Juz 2 Figure out that no 1 would come
I think I got a lot of fren
but I dun hear from them
what another night all alone
When u spending everyday on ur own....
basically...actually...temporary... nuthin much i'm just an odinary guy with an ordinary talent comes with tis ordinary web...seeya
there are certain issues that i would like to address..
firstly...i hate ur mom..hahax..nah juz kiddin..
i dunnoe la..wat the heck am i doin here wastin precious
seconds when there are many things undone..
hmm...i dun wanna lose u honey....
thx for everything that u've done for me..
i may not be the most special person to the world..
when it spin when it swirl..eehh..hahax.
jiwang nie...gd luck for ur mt oral....try ur best...hmmm
pls stand by me...hehhex..
its really been long since i blog tis shit..hope u understand
i'm a very bz man u naw....
wat if i cant make it..?
wat if on that very day i'm sick.?
wat if i got a memory loss?
wat if i forgot the exams date..?nah wont one..
wat if i broke my right hand days b4 O..?
wat if....wat if....
wat if u stop reading this and open ur book and study..
okx peace...
u gimme the fight will and the right turn..
i'll giv u a tight feel..and be wit u 24/7....
i can operate better than 7/11
i'll kill anyone whu hurts u and let it burn...
take care...
original evil genius..
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We're jumping to another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I take hoes, keep control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But I'm in less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel