I have a headache.
I don't really feel like blogging, but I guess I will because I'm bored. Today was a pretty beautiful day, really. The sun was shining, nice weather - everything just seemed to fit in perfectly. Okay, hold on, let me go take a piss and get some music going.
ALRIGHT, I'M BACK.
I'm bumping this Blueprint². You can't go wrong bumpin' Hov, I swear. So yea, today was pretty cool. I went to my job interview at Home Depot. I don't think I did too good because I don't have the experience, you know? Like, here in Michigan they are laying off a lot of workers at the major auto plants and everything. Pretty much, why would you hire 19 year old college student who has only worked two short jobs in his life over a 30-40 something year old Ford automotive worker who has 10-20 years on a job. It's all the systems of shit. Like, those people have families and homes to take care of, I'm just trying to earn money. Of course they have priority over me. Now it's like, they don't want to train the younger generation - so when it's our turn the run things, we won't know. That's cool, I know what I need to know to get where I need to go. I hope I get the job, though.
On some serious shit, I'm tired of my name being involved in shit that's not favorable on my behalf. I'm tired of people speaking on me and pretty much lying on my name. Like, there's a such thing as a misquote, but completely changing up what I said is foul. I'm talking about, like seriously fucking up what I said. I try to be cool with people, but niggas make that hard. I'm sick of people, I swear. You niggas bitch when I'm rude, but then take advantage of me when I'm nice. I don't know why I care for people.
Story of my fucking life. Like, why lie to someone? Please, explain to this to me. If I said whatever that you said I said, then why even go back and tell the person. I told Carmine straight up, I live by a "I ain't got shit to do with that code." - I don't even know this man, so how could I talk about him? I know he's Juelz's first love and her bestfriend, that's all. I really don't understand why someone would fabricate something about me. I thought you were a completely different person. I don't care, though. I've defended my name before and I don't mind doing it again. Why do I involve myself with the affairs of people? I try to be the best friend I can possibly be to niggas, but niggas don't appreciate it. When I say nigga, I mean male & female, white, black, asian, hispanic - I don't care. You're all niggas.
Now moving on. I don't know, really. I don't know what I want to talk about, but I'm still bothered. I just want to drive off and not come back. When you look at me, y'all see what? Like, really - I've had so much said about me behind my back, I wonder what y'all really think of me. Do you know me? I doubt it. Not a single person in this world knows exactly who I am. I'm too complex to even get try to understand. I applaud Juelz for sticking around as long as she has, heh. I don't trust myself, though. Right? Right. Eh, I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I'm in a Joe Budden mood, hold on:
You know what I hate? When she questions herself or speaks on something missing. Makes me feel like I'm not doing my job. Maybe I expect too much of myself or think too highly in being able to give her exactly what she needs. Eh, I wonder if I set my goals too high for myself. You know, like - if she's not getting everything she needs, then I'm fucking up somewhere. I don't care if it's something that I know I can't provide, I'm supposed to be able to get it, regardless. I'm not boyfriend material, I know this. I try, though. I'm not romantic, I'm not thoughtful. I mean, I used to be - but now, it's just ehh? Lol, I have a feeling she's going to get bored. Oops, my fault? Pretty much, though. Endings are inevitable if it's meant to end. The stars say we have a snowball's chance in hell to make it. Fuck the stars, I used to look up to them and see a lot of promise. I don't see shit in the stars, so no w they're lying.
Word, though? I hope that shit's fake. I mean, come on - my sign says I'm sensitive, caring, and pretty much a tree hugger. So you're telling me what time of month I was born in depicts my personality? Weak willed? No goals? Get the fuck out. It's fake, I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I can't... I don't know what I'm trying to say.
You've ever been in love? I don't know if I have. How can you tell? I thought I was in love with someone, but I was loving a lie - so that shit wasn't real. What's really being in love? Someone help me. I mean, I want to be in love with her - I really do. I swear I do. I just don't know how to go about that shit. Twenty-seven hours of the day, she's on my mind. What does that mean? Explain to me, yo. What's being in love? She says she's in love with me - but I don't know. I'm not one to love. I believe her, though. She's a brave one, I swear she is. I guess she doesn't know my track record. Lol, loving me is suicide.
Goodbye.
I don't really feel like blogging, but I guess I will because I'm bored. Today was a pretty beautiful day, really. The sun was shining, nice weather - everything just seemed to fit in perfectly. Okay, hold on, let me go take a piss and get some music going.
ALRIGHT, I'M BACK.
I'm bumping this Blueprint². You can't go wrong bumpin' Hov, I swear. So yea, today was pretty cool. I went to my job interview at Home Depot. I don't think I did too good because I don't have the experience, you know? Like, here in Michigan they are laying off a lot of workers at the major auto plants and everything. Pretty much, why would you hire 19 year old college student who has only worked two short jobs in his life over a 30-40 something year old Ford automotive worker who has 10-20 years on a job. It's all the systems of shit. Like, those people have families and homes to take care of, I'm just trying to earn money. Of course they have priority over me. Now it's like, they don't want to train the younger generation - so when it's our turn the run things, we won't know. That's cool, I know what I need to know to get where I need to go. I hope I get the job, though.
On some serious shit, I'm tired of my name being involved in shit that's not favorable on my behalf. I'm tired of people speaking on me and pretty much lying on my name. Like, there's a such thing as a misquote, but completely changing up what I said is foul. I'm talking about, like seriously fucking up what I said. I try to be cool with people, but niggas make that hard. I'm sick of people, I swear. You niggas bitch when I'm rude, but then take advantage of me when I'm nice. I don't know why I care for people.
That's my moms in me, I love niggas I shouldn't.
Story of my fucking life. Like, why lie to someone? Please, explain to this to me. If I said whatever that you said I said, then why even go back and tell the person. I told Carmine straight up, I live by a "I ain't got shit to do with that code." - I don't even know this man, so how could I talk about him? I know he's Juelz's first love and her bestfriend, that's all. I really don't understand why someone would fabricate something about me. I thought you were a completely different person. I don't care, though. I've defended my name before and I don't mind doing it again. Why do I involve myself with the affairs of people? I try to be the best friend I can possibly be to niggas, but niggas don't appreciate it. When I say nigga, I mean male & female, white, black, asian, hispanic - I don't care. You're all niggas.
IGNORANT.
Now moving on. I don't know, really. I don't know what I want to talk about, but I'm still bothered. I just want to drive off and not come back. When you look at me, y'all see what? Like, really - I've had so much said about me behind my back, I wonder what y'all really think of me. Do you know me? I doubt it. Not a single person in this world knows exactly who I am. I'm too complex to even get try to understand. I applaud Juelz for sticking around as long as she has, heh. I don't trust myself, though. Right? Right. Eh, I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I'm in a Joe Budden mood, hold on:
I cry until I can't cry no more.
So damned breathless, I can't sign no more.
So damned breathless, I can't sign no more.
You know what I hate? When she questions herself or speaks on something missing. Makes me feel like I'm not doing my job. Maybe I expect too much of myself or think too highly in being able to give her exactly what she needs. Eh, I wonder if I set my goals too high for myself. You know, like - if she's not getting everything she needs, then I'm fucking up somewhere. I don't care if it's something that I know I can't provide, I'm supposed to be able to get it, regardless. I'm not boyfriend material, I know this. I try, though. I'm not romantic, I'm not thoughtful. I mean, I used to be - but now, it's just ehh? Lol, I have a feeling she's going to get bored. Oops, my fault? Pretty much, though. Endings are inevitable if it's meant to end. The stars say we have a snowball's chance in hell to make it. Fuck the stars, I used to look up to them and see a lot of promise. I don't see shit in the stars, so no w they're lying.
Turn to the horoscope in the daily journal.
It's always something bad, I don't know why I read it.
Then I play it off, it's fake - I don't believe it.
It's always something bad, I don't know why I read it.
Then I play it off, it's fake - I don't believe it.
Word, though? I hope that shit's fake. I mean, come on - my sign says I'm sensitive, caring, and pretty much a tree hugger. So you're telling me what time of month I was born in depicts my personality? Weak willed? No goals? Get the fuck out. It's fake, I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I can't... I don't know what I'm trying to say.
You've ever been in love? I don't know if I have. How can you tell? I thought I was in love with someone, but I was loving a lie - so that shit wasn't real. What's really being in love? Someone help me. I mean, I want to be in love with her - I really do. I swear I do. I just don't know how to go about that shit. Twenty-seven hours of the day, she's on my mind. What does that mean? Explain to me, yo. What's being in love? She says she's in love with me - but I don't know. I'm not one to love. I believe her, though. She's a brave one, I swear she is. I guess she doesn't know my track record. Lol, loving me is suicide.
Goodbye.
3 comments:
Lastnight, heh, it's alright. I'm not sweating it as much as I DID before. And- ah shit, I got school..
To be continued though...
A great rapper once said ...
"believe half of what you see
none of what you hear"
i know i live by that ... and as a real ass dude, i think you do too.
word to a lot of shit ... i see you as a real dude. take it as you will.
Eeh, I'm sure you're not as bad as you make yourself out to be. Stop making yourself seem like a monster.
Nigga, you're about as intimidating as tickle me elmo.
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