as easy as i am with just about everything now a’days, i’m done with seeing these dutty cratches all up and through my city. my neighborhood. stank pussy hoe, best watch whose toes you step on. inches away from getting drop kicked in ya crusty rassclat.
i mean you try and keep your shit on lock so that it doesn’t cause a fuss. i have reason to believe that keeping your emotions to yourself is the route to take because people, at the end of the day, usually don’t give a damn about your feelings. and maybe it’s just the people that have brought me up to believe that. but ironic enough are they the same people getting in my face about not wanting to hear it. and it’s not even that i “don’t want to hear it”, as opposed to the fact that you brush me off every time i have a ting or two that’s on my mind. so the tables turn..