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i have finally realized livejournal is not the place to pick up sane women.
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[08 Nov 2006|02:11am] |
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin You confusin me, you losin me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been runnin across stars through all the time with I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey most of the things that we think, do, or say We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory Like that y'all
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[27 Jul 2006|01:20am] |
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i was born at this moment.
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[26 Jul 2006|06:58pm] |
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16 was dope.
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[05 Jul 2006|12:28pm] |
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is h/uing with a chick u donno under fireworks still romantic?
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[30 Jun 2006|03:55pm] |
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I'm reminiscing on your tenderness and the snuggling and teasing Missing what I remember, kissing and hugging and squeezing Bugging and weezing, I'm having trouble when breathing It's even tougher when sleeping But there's a couple of reasons that I'm suffering and grieving For loving and leaving, you all I'm thinking of in the evening You got my knees buckling and weakening Thoughts of nothing but freaking that I'm struggling to keep in And interrupt when I'm speaking I got some game that I'm preparing to run The way your lips sparkle and glare in the sun You got your hair in a bun, no matter what you're wearing you stun Cause your comparing to none, I wanna share in the fun I feel a passionate lust, when I'm imagining just, us, alone at last with a touch, I see you grasping to trust, but my intentions are good The seed is passing in dust, I'm not asking to rush and answer immediately I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me If you agree please repeat after me, Cause I just need you to see, how much I'm eager to be Your man legally wed, your love's keeping me fed This is easily said, so you can lead or be led If you care to be down cause ain't nobody Like you no where to be found
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[04 Jun 2006|12:03pm] |
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bad mrs, throwing rasberry kisses on me
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[02 Jun 2006|01:36am] |
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time flies when you're having sex.
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[16 May 2006|11:58pm] |
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why is chasin booty more important than my grades.
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[18 Apr 2006|10:19pm] |
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I stand as a man over a canyon, with a broken hand and a branch trying to build bridges.
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[29 Mar 2006|11:24am] |
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anyone want tickets to an erykah badu, mos def and the roots concert?
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[21 Mar 2006|07:12pm] |
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the warm woolen socks of good health - k chan
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[07 Mar 2006|11:59am] |
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I have mono.
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[05 Mar 2006|10:33pm] |
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i watched 3 straight episodes of drake and josh.
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[03 Mar 2006|01:29pm] |
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i have a low white blood cell count. i am not invulnerable.
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[01 Mar 2006|10:38pm] |
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=k4qdX6_9XgI&search=juggernaut
If you don't think this video is funnier than anything else on the internet,
a) you watched the wrong/no television as a child
or
b) lemme know what is.
oh i forgot this was livejournal sorry...i cried today cuz my dad made me take in the groceries. ok now go watch I'm THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH.
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[01 Mar 2006|11:15am] |
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You all deserve this.
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[13 Feb 2006|09:43pm] |
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what is a valentine and why do white people care so much
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