I remeber all the days when people were original .
But all they do now is steal somebody else's shit .
And kiss each others asses .
I remember when Lil Wayne used to be the
absoulute shit .
When he was on " Hustler Musik " like ryhming .
Thats when I thought he was the best .
But now he's not even the same .
I used to say , " Yeahh nigga Wayne is the BEST . "
I was ready to fight behind " Who the best rapper " arguments .
All those nights I spent downloading all that music .
But since he wanna be like Kanyee and do the Autotone shit ,
which is so 2008 . I just don't feel the samee about him .
Matter of fact I don't even jam him anymore .
I had to fall back on Old school music .
How can I be different when the masses are taking over everything .
EVERYTHING .
Shoes , clothes , the music, even the hair .
The hair :(
I remeber shaving my head completely off .
Going Amber Rose on everybody .
How everybody was like , " What ?! "
I loved it .
But now there's like five people who are doing it .
And are recieving credit .
I FUCKING hate how people
people get credit for my shit , or anybody elses's for that matter .
I guess the only way is to walk around naked since everybody look alike
with them lumberjack shirts and shit on .
:) I bet you would love that . Hahaha .
Even the TV is fake .
The damn " Reality " shows .
Ha .
Fucking BET is wack as hell .
They show damn Mcdonalds and lotion commercials
541418941415418 times and shit .
Like thats all that niggas can afford .
Is the fucking dollar menu and not being ashy .
Thats why I have a MTV bag right there .
106 and park is WACK .
I dont wanna watch Keshia Cole's fatass sister
and her crackhead Moms
argue over a grain of rice .
Until the masses grow up , stop copying each other ,
Stop making bullshit look cool and stop making bullshit trends and music ,
maybe I will like Earth a little more .
but until then ,
Fuck all ya'll .
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.
