So On Thursday I was at school .
Like where else would I really be ?
And my nigga Kevin Perez had to go to the hospital the day before .
Because he had a collapsed lung .
And I knew nothing about it until he told me .
So Me, Adenola and Kevin walking to the vending machiness .
And I feel overwhelmed and start crying .
Because My nigga could've died .
And I wouldv're been fucking miserable .
So we hug .
And Kevin wipes my face and says don't cry .
And I'm still crying like a pussy .
Hahaha .
Liike , a lot of peoiple have never seen me cry .
Because I hold a lot of kindness on top .
But If I lost my nigga .
I would cry forever .
The funeral would be filled with screamsss . . .
Uhhhh , don't wanna vision that .
So I'm just gonna appreciatee everyone I come across .
Cause If ya'll leave here before being 100 yrs old .
Ughhhhh .
8) Livee with a smilee .
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.
