Since there is nothing meaniful in media today ,
Beside Old hip-hop , old school R&B and Rock .
I look forward to watching Television .
Oh wait , too fucking bad there's nothing on there either .
Mad Men : I tried to watch that show in the summer .
I dont catch up on it as much .
Nip Tuck : I lovee that show . Crazy shit keeps happening .
The Game : Got canceled SMFH .
Everybody Hates Chris : Idk what's up with them . They might be on hiatus .
MTV : I catch something that isn't a re-run . And the morning videos while
I'm getting ready for school .
BET : Fuck them NIGGERS .
I gotta read my drivers manual book .
Because Texas is so gay that there making you wait a year to get your license .
Coughing ( bullshit ) . Ahem .
So My dad is gonna mail me the Louisiana onee .
So I can fly down to N.O. for Thanksgiving and take the test .
Then I can get my license .
Yeeeee .
Then fly back here and stunt on people .
Tell people I'm gonna pick them up and never come :)
And drive to Mcdonalds everydayy and eat nuggets and
hot and spicys so I can get a juicy ass
like Pinky .
And then everyone is gonna die for me .
But I'm just gonna be likee no .
And make my ass clap in their faces . Ha .
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.
