Thursday, December 18, 2008
..I don't even feel like collapse functionin' this shit...I'm at Sean's Clay.Co house right now (he's house-sitting..I guess), and he's laughin' at me, he says I'm in 'bitch-mode' (lol so a pic had to be taken)..I don't know what I was supposedly supposed to be writing, but right now I'm feelin' down..I see Alexis on my computer and it hurt bad..like bad for no reason..she's been brought up to much around me too much this week, and I don't know why..I figured if you throw her existence in the recycle bin, I'd be good..but I'm savvy enough to know how to work the recovery function..this trip to the Southside has not been a good one..no one seems to be answering their phone for me..and I'm not feelin' the love..all I know is chickadee hurt me and it just dawned on me now..typin' this out is supposed to be therapeutic, so we'll see if it works..but..idk..we'll jus see...now I can't even go to sleep cuz I'm gonna get hit with track 10 for reals because shes so track 3...but whatever, Shakira we'll get that before any of you other cats lol..umm..that's it for now, I'm bout to eat me my 3rd Connecticut burger covered in MamboSauce cuz that shit is poppin'..peace...
love is conditional
i never knew that mary'd put a whole in my fishin' boat
i got to trippin mo'
she went to bitchin' mo
the court of universal law said it wasn't permissible
she went to forte
i stayed pianissimo
then i went to forte
and she went to physical
should i go?
should i stay and withstand the additional
attacks on the mental and the physical?
its gon get dangerous
why waste time in these childlike exchanges
why waste time with these childlike games
its just make up to break up
cryin' all the time baby messin' up your makeup
try and scratch my face up
she say "i need communication jay but you don't say much"
i know it ain't okay but…
i'm from where niggas keep they mouths closed and the gate shut.
it seems like only yesterday that i was just a kid in christian dior velour, ballys and a shape up…
spinnin' on cardboard
and tryna rip a break up.
life comes at you fast.
i went from sleepin' in class to sleepin' the streets forgettin' where i wake up.
when i was hit with trial,
i slipped into survival
and did alotta shit a nigga wasn't proud of
so when i be sittin' on the couch with a blank head,
i be at the homeless shelter Jefferson in Bankhead.
a jack sippin dank head
makin' sure niggas don't steal my clothes,
tryna make a path so i fulfill my goals,
tryna take a bath so i can heal my soul…
a little bit of laughter to conceal my woes…
who gon save me?
P.S. ...shouts to T.Peezy...R.I.P. Ms. Ellis and condolences to the entire Ellis family