Thursday, January 8, 2009
i think i am in LOVE
i remember the day we met. i sware i was scared of you & really didn't know what people mite think. i used to watch you all the time is what i thought as i held you. i am so glad that i finally got to meet you. I remember you when you were with that other Katt, you 2 really made me laugh. oohh yeah when you were standing there with Richard y'all damn near had a nigga crying, y'all was so damn funny. i think you bi-sexually too, i saw you up there with Somore. i remember that day clearly its all coming to me now. and then that day finally happen. i was called up to come and meet you. my heart started beating fast and the liquor that i drunk caught up with me quick. i walked up one step and took a step closer and took you in hand. looked up and saw everybody staring at me. i say something to your face and everybody started laughing. i said something else and i got another laugh. damn is this how it is to just be in your face. all of sudden i realize that you have some type of power over me and i cant keep how i feel inside. it just has to come out. you make me wanna tell you everything twice. i love you to death, well maybe not that far, but i can see me and you being together a very long time. i have already dedicated atleast one day a week to you just so we dont lose touch. i swear to God i think i just feel in love with a MIC.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The Supervisers Fam-iliar
Think about this.....
A lil skinny Indian Bitch
Runnin round town wit'cho check, in her purse.
Thinking when you see this bitch later she mite make you curse......
......At her, but I can't.
This skinny bitch is my supervisers cousin.
Damn, shit I need my check.
Looking at the time hell it's damn near 3.
Lunchtime done pass, & I ain't really eat shit ( a chicken wing & a
french fry is all I was left wit)
I got bills to pay & some coming out of my account t'day & really fuck
what you gotta say.
It's Friday afternoon and you shuckin wit my patience, I done already
made plans & really don't won't you fuckin up my weekend. ( I could do
that shit myself. Huh.)
Ah shit, 2:45 and this bitch still ain't here, reaching in my pocket
to find I ain't even got enough to get a beer.
Really, this bitch better bring her ass.
If I get to the bank any later they going hold my check until Monday,
& I got shit to do on sunday.
You know the big game.
The cowboys are coming to town & I got tickets.
......If my shit don't clear. How in the hell am i posed to make that
happen for myself, wit'cho runnin your ass round town wit my money in
your pocket.
Probly getting your hair, nails, & pap-smear done.
Shit, why you couldn't drop my money off before your pussy appointment.
I ain't trying to disrespect nor am I trying to make fun. I feel the
pussy should be checked & tended too every once in awhile. But why on
payday.
Why dont you just reschedule & make that bullshit another
day. I am sure your pussys fine, cuz I got a
funny feelin it ain't been touched in a while. You should bring my
money now. That way when I get to the bank there won't be a large
crowd. Come on & bring my shit & turn this frown into a smile. Maybe
this weekend I could have some fun with my pals.
Another hour had pasted again, I began to think that we really weren't
on the same team. If I wait another minute I sware I going fuck around
& scream.
& holla.
I think she driving my young ass crazy.
Think about it y'all....
She probly laughin at us rite now, sittin & shootin the breeze not
really caring bout what we got to say.
Just think about if it was your check & it's this late in the day.
Yo' ass'll probly get on the phone & call the white man up, but i
cant. So I guess it really dosent matter to you. Huh.......
Cuz you & my superviser cousins.
What the fuck is goin on.
Where the fuck you at wit my muthafu.......
Ah shit here she go now, ringing me on my phone. I take a look at the
time to see it's rite before 4. I wanted to answer like: " Where the
fuck your skinny ass been all day with my muthafucking check......."
but I couldn't, cuz this inconsiderate muthafucka I'm talking to is my
supervisers cousin.
But on the real I answered the phone with some sense & good news
followed. She asked me to get somebody to come up and get our checks.
And you know what happen next, everybody got they shit together & meet
that bitch at her car.
When we get to her to collect our pay.
I start looking in her face to see if she had something to say.
She handed us our checks & looked at me like she had an attitude. Like
I inconvienced her in some way. Last I checked I was waitin on your
lil snooty-poo.
I wanted to say something to her rite then, but the wrong words came
to my head. Me thinking that if I say something now, everyday 12:30
I'll be still in the bed.
This bitch must done lost her mind.
Think it's gone be that easy for me to lose my mind & my job.
Look bitch I am smarter then you think. Let me stop standing around
here looking at your skinny ass and make my way to the bank.
Now tell me was all this called for. Am I wrong for say what I said,
because I care about my more then I care about hers. Fuck that I bet
if that were you who knows what you mite do.
A lil skinny Indian Bitch
Runnin round town wit'cho check, in her purse.
Thinking when you see this bitch later she mite make you curse......
......At her, but I can't.
This skinny bitch is my supervisers cousin.
Damn, shit I need my check.
Looking at the time hell it's damn near 3.
Lunchtime done pass, & I ain't really eat shit ( a chicken wing & a
french fry is all I was left wit)
I got bills to pay & some coming out of my account t'day & really fuck
what you gotta say.
It's Friday afternoon and you shuckin wit my patience, I done already
made plans & really don't won't you fuckin up my weekend. ( I could do
that shit myself. Huh.)
Ah shit, 2:45 and this bitch still ain't here, reaching in my pocket
to find I ain't even got enough to get a beer.
Really, this bitch better bring her ass.
If I get to the bank any later they going hold my check until Monday,
& I got shit to do on sunday.
You know the big game.
The cowboys are coming to town & I got tickets.
......If my shit don't clear. How in the hell am i posed to make that
happen for myself, wit'cho runnin your ass round town wit my money in
your pocket.
Probly getting your hair, nails, & pap-smear done.
Shit, why you couldn't drop my money off before your pussy appointment.
I ain't trying to disrespect nor am I trying to make fun. I feel the
pussy should be checked & tended too every once in awhile. But why on
payday.
Why dont you just reschedule & make that bullshit another
day. I am sure your pussys fine, cuz I got a
funny feelin it ain't been touched in a while. You should bring my
money now. That way when I get to the bank there won't be a large
crowd. Come on & bring my shit & turn this frown into a smile. Maybe
this weekend I could have some fun with my pals.
Another hour had pasted again, I began to think that we really weren't
on the same team. If I wait another minute I sware I going fuck around
& scream.
& holla.
I think she driving my young ass crazy.
Think about it y'all....
She probly laughin at us rite now, sittin & shootin the breeze not
really caring bout what we got to say.
Just think about if it was your check & it's this late in the day.
Yo' ass'll probly get on the phone & call the white man up, but i
cant. So I guess it really dosent matter to you. Huh.......
Cuz you & my superviser cousins.
What the fuck is goin on.
Where the fuck you at wit my muthafu.......
Ah shit here she go now, ringing me on my phone. I take a look at the
time to see it's rite before 4. I wanted to answer like: " Where the
fuck your skinny ass been all day with my muthafucking check......."
but I couldn't, cuz this inconsiderate muthafucka I'm talking to is my
supervisers cousin.
But on the real I answered the phone with some sense & good news
followed. She asked me to get somebody to come up and get our checks.
And you know what happen next, everybody got they shit together & meet
that bitch at her car.
When we get to her to collect our pay.
I start looking in her face to see if she had something to say.
She handed us our checks & looked at me like she had an attitude. Like
I inconvienced her in some way. Last I checked I was waitin on your
lil snooty-poo.
I wanted to say something to her rite then, but the wrong words came
to my head. Me thinking that if I say something now, everyday 12:30
I'll be still in the bed.
This bitch must done lost her mind.
Think it's gone be that easy for me to lose my mind & my job.
Look bitch I am smarter then you think. Let me stop standing around
here looking at your skinny ass and make my way to the bank.
Now tell me was all this called for. Am I wrong for say what I said,
because I care about my more then I care about hers. Fuck that I bet
if that were you who knows what you mite do.
Some Of'em
Some of em lie
Some of em steal
These are people we call friends
Some of em backstab & some just call you for cash
Some of em waiting for another nigga to come & try to get u for what u got & laugh
Dag.(Now ain't that shit a drag)
They going back to them niggas who done robbed you and asking for they cut of your stash. ( damn)
Some of'em always need a favor
But ain't never got no fuckin gas money to pay ya.
Some of'em talk behind ya back, but when ya back they want a wholesale on a lil bit of crack
And these are the folk that we call friends.
Some of'em stengy wit they weed, but when they get hungry exspect for you to be the one to feed.......
Them.... (what the fuck)
But these are the people we let in our circle & call friends
Some of'em know you got a couple bags to sale ( but they don't even care)
They rather see ya broke
Or better yet sitting in a muthafucking cell
And not living swell
Or atleast somewhat well off
Hey, I just wanna know who I crossed
Why my friends had to go & toss a nigga like me to the wolves
Some of'em ya see barely, & others God call they number just a lil too early.
Some of'em cool just wanna drink a beer & kick itSome of'em jealous & just wanna see you wit ya wig split, or just sitting still looking real sick.
Some of'em show you so much love & always wanna take a couple of flick.Others hate'cha so much they wanna use a dry towel, stuff it in a glass bottle filled with gasoline flic it with a bic & set your house on fire.
But all in all some of'em are your dawg going be there for ya when ever it comes down to ball. Still there whenever you take a fall. Always answers when ya call.
Even if you in the woods & all 4 tires fail off.
And these are the people that i call friends.
The End.
Some of em steal
These are people we call friends
Some of em backstab & some just call you for cash
Some of em waiting for another nigga to come & try to get u for what u got & laugh
Dag.(Now ain't that shit a drag)
They going back to them niggas who done robbed you and asking for they cut of your stash. ( damn)
Some of'em always need a favor
But ain't never got no fuckin gas money to pay ya.
Some of'em talk behind ya back, but when ya back they want a wholesale on a lil bit of crack
And these are the folk that we call friends.
Some of'em stengy wit they weed, but when they get hungry exspect for you to be the one to feed.......
Them.... (what the fuck)
But these are the people we let in our circle & call friends
Some of'em know you got a couple bags to sale ( but they don't even care)
They rather see ya broke
Or better yet sitting in a muthafucking cell
And not living swell
Or atleast somewhat well off
Hey, I just wanna know who I crossed
Why my friends had to go & toss a nigga like me to the wolves
Some of'em ya see barely, & others God call they number just a lil too early.
Some of'em cool just wanna drink a beer & kick itSome of'em jealous & just wanna see you wit ya wig split, or just sitting still looking real sick.
Some of'em show you so much love & always wanna take a couple of flick.Others hate'cha so much they wanna use a dry towel, stuff it in a glass bottle filled with gasoline flic it with a bic & set your house on fire.
But all in all some of'em are your dawg going be there for ya when ever it comes down to ball. Still there whenever you take a fall. Always answers when ya call.
Even if you in the woods & all 4 tires fail off.
And these are the people that i call friends.
The End.
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