i am aware of my arrogance. i am aware that i often talk big and don't make much sense to some people. i am aware of such a variety of personal faults that i don't have the time to list them. most of them are faults we share. i am aware i that am 32 years old and i am aware that the ethnic changing of the word 'man' to 'mayne' is relative (at least in pop culture) to the Crunk movement of the south, my favorite joints being any from the Hypnotize Minds label. DJ Paul is a genius, and Three Six was more badass before the fucking Oscar. i am aware that Crunk pretty much stops at the southern atlanta border. florida's got miami on it's mind. half-naked riches and dumped riders. i am aware that anyone, and i quite literally mean ANYONE who is hanging out on a fucking internet poetry sight talking shit about 'coming to do something' or anything related to it is... kinda depressing. because see child... you're not the only one who recognizes how full of shit you are. we all do, and it makes us embarrassed for you. for all of you. i respect each and every one of you for your rights as a human to do, say, and feel whatever the fuck you want to. it would be nice if you could return that respect. but i forgot, you's all street. an' theya ain't no respect on da streets, right? well guess what... there's no fucking computers, either.Birth sign: Cancer
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