Every day is a struggle…like a breath of fresh air…a drug of humanity

 

I have acknolaged the struggle in my own life, and have seen others….

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I know this guy who realy wants to become a rap star. I find that he has tallent but i don’t knowwhere to record his raps. Im brely makeing it in pasezo. U kno i cat take him to my place because its realy small.

I herd him rap tonight and he sounded good. Realy cool no this rap. He just needs to wright them out. He has a speach problem because he was a drug baby. But he has heart. I guess the reason i want to do it is to show the people that hate on him….look where he is now fuckers. I guesss i hate it when people tell me i cant do something so when i herd that he was told that he would never become shit i thought….damm poor guy he has been hated on all his life and now that he is older he is not going to become nothing but a car repair thec. Whitch is short for a low payed job. EVERY BODY gave up on him…i see potential in him. Alot. We’ll make it.

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I need to stard typeing down my raps on my cellphone. i dont have money for a new cell phone so i will be stuck with the sidekick for another year or more, whoooipe…hua?

im out for now, hope you all are doing good. Have any experances you need to get off your chest, post a comment.

~B

Life, Videos, People, Family & Sh*t…

Wakeing up to rember last night at a graduated 19 yr old kids or “teens” house….

Anyway went i woke up u know somethins you just wanta hve everything quite and just be able to chill like for one day. i guess haveing somebody is like haveing something to wake up for every day…bullshit? i may vbe. but i think life the way i imagen it is alot more beatuyful from when you have to live it. Because when  s was thinking man…. it would be cool to live in a naborhood and have a brother or sister and know there frinds and they know my frends it not tht cool. How i came to this conclusion is when i wnet to timz howse shit there were people everywhere and juss a bunch of shit going on . all the people i never knew. i met em…thery were ite people. the one mexican dude was tight but he left. then we started playing ping pong and this kid came over with a hoodie on (on of thoes football/beach boy types) and started talking about his wightlifting max was like 180 bench press and i found that to be ok…but sance i havent been lifting wights i found thtat i am well behind….and im positive tht my max is about the same mostlikely more but thats not the point the point is tht i NEED stressNEED to get in a gym membership. My goal is to be strong bulk tht dose My thing. i dont wakt to be an outcast just someone tht does my own thing tht will meake other people like me give them a passageway instead of them doing it on there own but as they say makeing the path is hard…being different is hard…some may dissagree.

Anyway i woke up and i got some cearl and i walked accross the plastic warp floor and rembered tims house and how tight it was and thought…hoow fuckin hrd coud you life be…u kno u got ipods and shit. I think im outdated in thecnology….lol. but they have a pool and they alos have a spa….pool not as big as eve and jerrys but it as nice…spa was hella good. i didnt get in ,,, because no trunks…real reason i didnt want to explain why i didnt have a six pac…lol

Awwww fuck em wight bastartds as tht mexican dude would say…

But fo real fuck bich ass wight people…im wight and i dont like wiht racest peopel….it realy gets me fired u when im around racest people i guess i have had to liv with a “n*gger hater” all my fuckin life and im just tired of it…fo real. I just fuckin fires rage…dont want to say i know why but i do….

well ht tit fo now excuse the miss-spelling…my apologizes

We$$t Side Rags

Live For Everything, Die for Nothing.

West Side Till I Die, as six feet stone deep,  tht boy lies, thease bars on this beat dont hesitate to lie, wess-side ride’n, its do, or die. Real life is fucked like”the cacher and the rye”, things anitn wut they seem, words spill out my teeh, make thease records fry…

I refuse to die, Fake  bitches take the easy way out, untill its time for jugement day, shit hits the fan, your life layed out. Flash backs hittin you like tht movie on tv, days, then weeks, what happened to age 13. Hommies bang on tracks, and dont spit stright facts, meetin crossed grain on baceball bats, layed out flat. Smack, your life goes black…

Now tht i spit on my victory lap, seconds are ticking as i lay down the remainder of this track. U see the light and start to get lifted, soul straped,  you see your life flash, as wight light turns black, im eatin my words tellin my son never look back…

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This freestyle is for Brain Jhon L, RIP Bro