Thursday, July 23, 2009

I walk alone, while ya'll tryin' anything to get on.

I snapped on Sam last night because I was sick of her putting a dead child molester before her best friend. That looks weird when you type it.

That's all.


Your whole perception had changed,
And you accept it 'cause you made it.
But when your funds faded,
You treat it like a scoundrel.
So obviously, your homies never gave a damn about you.

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