so correct about not being a poet I gave it up and you know it I been told i have talent but I dont give a fuck Theres This Febuary when i start in mecahnincs And Just by saying that I know bro That you be thinking what I'm thinking I am bad but I don't act like it Sometimes I will get all dresses up Just to blend in with the rest I feel just like the most of you I eat sleep, and shit Just living I am one of you so don't be stupid I be loving caring, and providing for some babies Playing with nepwhews and neices Particapate for one hour during christmas other then having a sit down and giving my uncles old friend stiches I am just like one of you Honestly You wouldnt even notice me if I walked by And aint it great That jail actually let me out And i dont give a fuck Jail, death, or cops dont bother me. being a target for a few guns don't bother me Today has enough technology and tatics That it's that easy to be safe.... And again THeres's resources and I use them I'm not as bad as you think I am Maybe the tatoo's show a past But that's long gone. So it might as well as be forgotten Just like that Allyson bitch. Aint nothing going on there Right ally? Just a misunderstanding and a crazy way of saying hey I still remeber you bitch Lets beef
Reason for writing:
Just Catching up on my reading. Reading a few new books on my spare time has been quite Inspiring.
Birth sign: Aries
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