the truth
fubar
tonight's kinda got me thinking about what folks that i looked up to. obviously they weren't the all perfect beings they were in my head, but it's a trip to think about, "oh shit...they were just like me. tripping over the same shit. looking at me the same way i look at them." it's a little overwhelming. or maybe just for me in my current state.
abucayan!
congrats lori
dilla!
rip jay dee. donuts.
voodoo
real talk...i've been having a pretty rough week. it seems as if lady luck is only serenading me with the blues...but it's whatever. honestly i'm not as bummed abou shit as i should be, but i guess that's a good thing. i guess it also helps that i'm about ready to pass the fuck out with some drank flowing.
fuck that i got yr head still bobbin and my verse didn't rhyme
blur
placeholding.
onemogin
sleep to peep dreams that never cease
beligerent but acting indifferent with no release
somebody else's.