I guess one person was actually reading what I was writing.
One complaint... that's one more than I was expecting.
Well times have been rough. Living on the edge, went through a messed up relationship (too good to be true?), lost my cousin George (aka Vicky or aka Spiderman in the breakdancing circuit) on September 1st in Montreal (H-B Blvd). He was going to turn 26 in December. Hit and run, car with an Illinois license plate. Police ain't found shit claiming it's a suicide so I guessed they went and turned the page... "Open and Shut Case Johnson!".
F*ck Them, just one less n!gga to deal with I guess. A mother lost her only son, sisters a brother, we lost a beloved family member, and many others lost a great friend. God Forgives... I don't! F*ck all y'all... F*ck the police... F*ck the media... F*ck me for sounding this retarded... Hope to God nothing this bad happens to you or anybody out there.
"Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened" - Common
"You killed my man, you killed my man
And you sent him back
After this day, watch your hats
Slugs flying everywhere,
You could smell havoc in the air
You can never get the god, yeah" - Ghostface Killah
P.S.: now that you have him God.. please don't stop his ascencion.
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This was written at a very tough time in my life and I must retract some of the comments I made out of anger. And apologize to those who were offended by this rant.
I am sorry.
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