Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Don't stop the music 

Don't you stop it, don't you stop... stop the music.

Hey, that's an oldie but a goodie!

Now step off before I push you off.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Oh for real 

Now this bugs me above almost all else. Don't you talk about the culture (hip hop) unless you have some vague idea of what's going on, and can sound half intelligent when addressing me, else.. i'm busting your face. It just BUGS me, and today these dudes were just bugging the hell out of sipe and I, and sipe has a shorter fuse than i do when it comes to such.

Monday, April 05, 2004

fun with a head of radio 

Go.
Disjointed we scare ourselves with all that we wanna be.
Just got paid and now you’re going, how long should you be?
If I get scared, I just call you.
And i, miss your glow as I unsettle,
Oh I’ll always feel, I’ll always be.
Right.

Friday, April 02, 2004

Talk of the southside? talk of the team. 

lord forgive me for i've sinned, over and over again just to stay on top. I recall memories, filled with sin, over and over again. And again. Fuckin dominicans... turned around and gave them more bricks.

Thursday, April 01, 2004

All i'm losing is me 

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight. And it's poised to drop some time soon enough on this dump truck where i lie. Mixed up with the mornings trash, theres a piece of glass, sticking in my back and torn cover in my mouth. But it's okay, cause i'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heat. oh yeah, when i think. that i see. that gateway forming, and i think that i see that gateway coming. And the pressure, is getting to me. And the waste in which i sit, is just lurking beside me. and i can't tell if it's me, underneath that crud and i'm gunna have to give up sometime soon. But it's okay cause i'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heat.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

i liked you so much 

i told you, i loved you. now that's all down the drain, you put me through a pain. and i wanna let you know how i feel. Fuck what i said, it don't mean shit now. Fuck the presents might as well throw em out, fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack. fuck you, you ho.. i don't want you back

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Oh, sally can wait... 

but don't look back in anger, i heard her say.

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