fuck

tonight found me with my crew. downtown, in the D. i had about as much fun as you can when your boys' show gets over run by bullshit rappers that really can't rap. but whatever, i stuck it out for them. its been forever.though we all hangout its never like that in public. i missed the old days. god shows every weekend. it made me wish a certain someone was there to see where my heart lays. family and friends is all i have and to some that might not mean alot but to me its all i got. (besides gas. god, shit better work out cause i feel shit lingering around like the gas i'm ripping. smells bad and it just hangs there. fucking floaters.) pride in our group is our only ego. we will rep each other till we die. TRIBE. CREW. PACK. FAMILY. it is us. forever. which is why though it could hurt me a bit to leave them, i could do it and not look back. because they will always have my back and pick me up where or when i fall. much love to them.

i can't say that about alot of other people. many people come in and out of my life. i like meeting people.i don't like sticking to the same group all the time. so people come, people go. and/but if they needed something all they would have to do is ask and i would be there. i'll do anything for you if you keep in touch or keep me in your life. its just who i am.

oh well i'm out its late.

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snot:the box-

Yesterday
When I was just a boy
In times of youthful hero worship
My kind have been molded by images on the screen
Brought up to emulate the big
Guns

Just another guest on death's best show
The influence cuts deeper than mom knows
Electric waves
The demon's fly

Now could we just be
Bred to kill or DIE

There must be something else
The blame I place on myself
Behind the tired eyes
The tears go uncried

In the Box
Doin' time
In the Box
Just like doin' time
In the Box
Doin' time
In the Box

Now that I'm grown
Abandoned childhood toys
But still what danger
Have I retained
To grab the brass ring
To go in for the kill
And covet the goods you know 'dem got for
MURDER

It's just another guest on death's best show
The influence cuts deeper than mom knows
Electric waves
The demon's fly

Now could we just be
Bred to kill or DIE

There got to be something else
The blame I place on myself
Behind tired eyes
The demon's stir
The tears go uncried

In the Box
Doin' time
In the Box
Just like doin' time
In the Box
Doin' time
In the Box

Minds are locked down