Hello World .
Jamming Bulls on Parade .
Let's get to it .
On saturday i had to babysit kids .
Not just regular bad ass kids ,
New Orleans bad ass kids .
Lmao .
These aren't your ordinary children .
They are a new hybrid of people who are made
to locate , posses and destroy .
But i know how to deal with them .
Lol .
By 5 Shana called and asked if i was coming to her birthday thingy .
Which i was because she came to mine so i have to return the favor .
And she's my nigga .
But i didn't have a ride .
And no money .
So she called Adam to give me a ride .
Lol .
And my mom is bitching because she doesn't want me to go .
Because she doesn't wanna babysit .
Even though i've been bussing my ass all day with the tyrants .
And i cleaned .
So she gives me the following bullshit :
"Well you know i ain't got no money . "
"I don't even know who that is . "
"You know we going to church in the morning ."
"I don't know about this , you like to lie ."
So i call Adam and tell him he's gonna have to come inside .
Lmao .
And he's like oh lord .
So he comes inside .
And i'm like here mama this adam.
Lol .
So my mom is like interviewing him .
Lol .
So i grab my shit and jet .
Me and Adam in the car laughing .
Talking about stupid shit .
So we get to the movies .
They have it on lockdown .
All the stupid ass cops harrasing people and shit .
So Adam is like i'm going to sneak you in .
And he told me to wait by the door that leads to the upstairs .
So i'm like aiight .
And it's cold as fuck out there .
So he gets inside and i see my cousin inside .
So i walk inside and i'm like what's good blah blah blah ,
So Adam saw me from downstairs and he's like go back outside dummy .
and i see shana .
I'm like okay i'm going .
Then the fat ass manager starts running to where i was suppose to go .
and i'm like oh shit .
So i waited for like ten seconds .
And the jigg wasn't up .
I got in .
So i get in there and i see a whole bunch of people i haven't seen
in a long ass time .
It was cool .
So then Adam wants me to go get food with him .
So i go out there and i see Arnell and Brandon .
I'm like oh wassup .
So then Dre pops outta nowhere .
Lmao .
And he gets mad .
Because he thinks i'm on a date .
Lol .
So he wanted me to go sit by him .
And i did for a little while .
Chilled .
Talked .
Fought .
Like Chris and Rihanna .
And made up .
All in a matter of ten minuets .
Lmao .
So i go sit back with the crew .
And the movie is aiight .
So we leave like 3 minuetes early .
Then we all ride back to Shana's house .
Chilled.
ate.
laughed .
left .
Then we went to adam's house .
He had to pee ; i checked my myspace in the meanwhile .
So we jump back in the car ,
Adam's dad is pissed cause he woke him up .
So we get back to my house .
And we chill in the car for a few .
laugh .
talk about life .
music .
parents .
stupid shit .
and it's 1:14 in the morning .
Adam's dad calls again .
and bitches about nothing.
Lmao .
So i jet inside .
wrap my hair .
take a shower .
watch some t.v.
check karmaloop to see if i could order some stuff .
hit the sheets .
That was my saturday night .
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Peace and much love to you .
:)
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.