FREEwrite. women.

To All the lucky ladies, doesn’t matter if they hate me.

Because this song is not about you lately,

Cause all I want to say is, you got me mad with rabies.

Lately I got caught up, stuck up, in my own world,

Traveling abroad, searching up women,

Maybe a dumb broad, or a curvy asian,

Brunettes are the best, cause its all in the sayin.

Layin Waste with words, I used on paper with ink

Pause: cause my verse unfinished, taking time to think.

Payin attention is hard to do,

When you’ve got no roots,

Not stuck in one spot,

Planted in some area where light shines not.

I’ve never done as I’ve been told,

But these words I hold,

Dear to me, as they explain a certain motto that fits me.

"Bloom where ya planted."

What ever it means, it could be…

That cuties is passin me by,

Do what you want and just try

Get at them even if you aint fly.

It Will all matter in TIME.

I’ll make ya wet like a corvette under an autumn rain.

Then I’ll learn up ya brain.

Off the dome, even for the gnomes.

Like Verne Troyer. But he’s incorrectly labeled,

He’s more like a midget, or a dwarf.

To the chick givin head: please don’t barf.

Booty bumpin like the bass is,

Where the beasts live.

Comin out at night,

The club is where he lives,

He’s a lover so he does not fight.

Its more like flight club where does his hangin

But not like a coat does,

All the drugs(buzz) isn’t that nice

when you doin that with peeps of bad Ad-VICE.

VICES isn’t bad as shootin dice is.

Cause its hustling baby,

Where I go to do that?

At corner like a street rat,

Or skate rat, or any type of rap.

you know I don’t have bad rap.

since im Stayin home mondays thru fridays on the mandatory,

cause peeps give wrong names for my category.

gotta learn up that its wrong to label people,

like you're a labeling device,

It's Not nice.

Gotta Put that Hate on Ice.

New Girl ISH

dang girl you're the one i miss,

especially when i hear the profanity roll off your lips

Doesn't matter if bang the thin or the thick one

either givin me head soo much that i get all the knowledge when im done.

i know for fact yous my mom favorite worst nightmare, 

since you take charge is what makes my mom so scared, 

you may be lacking in the attic, but full in the bassment,

sexual innuendos, eveyone nose what i meant.

i love the light skin & the black hair,

russia's where i might dare to go. USSR correct at that

Czech girls so fine with they baby phat.

you be diggin baby lookin 18 year old asians,

who looks like they barely hit adolescence

sure they got brain, but do they got head skills?

their intelligence isnt enough to get your hunger for knowledge filled.

i thought this new white MC names was "aruss reth"

cause the way looks & raps he could be called crystal meth

BUT, i have to give him prop instead,

since asher Roth said, "niggas wearing plaid,

is the world goin mad

& crazy?

seem so, 

since nick cannon is married to mariah carey"

&you the prime example of why the worlds goin crazy,

a Vato punk, loves rap as much as his drawls has funk

disgusting, i already know the reason why,

its cause he's always cummin where sleeps, on the top bunk.

and bed sheet stained whiter than the sky's

clouds, that how my vision is, from seein all you sucky bitches

you guys suck like dumb blondes,

many of which im not fond-OF.

no one knows how to freshen up or even heard of DOVE,

pure white and milky, its the moisture thats in it,

good life/bonita

we got everything the world does not,

glam and glitz and everything that's hot

the fashion, brains, power & might

voting for colors red blue black & white

hate is still present still evident,

through hate for the common soldier/war heroes/POWs

or the black man, raised muslim,

those people hardly concern him

but now he should be warned that

Bonita(BITCHES)

im a bit still too obsessed with fashion,

does that make me a woman?

of kind that doesnt relate to my lifestyle being

that i have musical roots in different places

separate paths like journey th band

i still havent been, on my own journey.

but it'll come, and until that day, i'd gotta do something

rather than wait. maybe pick up A mate.

get that check, (since im) on a date

and i'll be at the door step like checkmate.

but not for a hot coffee mod

probably there for that smoking hot bod.

but im not smoking like smoking fags.

like smoking blunts, cause she still on her rag.

yeah, maybe met up with cocaine fiend,

but that type of ish isnt my scene.

not playin games with your heart like mySCENE.

and im still thinking it over

&i cant get over the way you fit your jeans.

on how they fit, and aint ya a bitch, but that's all i hear.

so let me get this straight dear.

not quaking in my boots, almost flamboyant as a queer.

no hate to them, cause i got a couple of them as friends.

not as acquaintances at best, but more a fairweather friend

lest we do more then help each other out on tests.

hard to collect digits of my classmates, let alone a girl i'd never met before today.

but im not paying attention to whatever you got to say.

i just want in, BITCH.

uh er i mean HONEYDIP/aww c'mon buddy i didnt mean that.


thepoem
Fuckin is what we've been doin
so i wrote ya this first grade poem

F means im gonna eat ya like flamin hot cheetos
U like weiner in your yummy buns
C is like cake which we make when shake an bake
Ketchup what come out when im done with you
I am the only one who gets inside of you
N makes sounds like a pumkin
cause that what you have bonita larger than a applebum
dont even need to take of your happyslip
through that my dick i'll rip
like your hymen.

i had a dream

about walking around probably looking for someone in like old town or something of the sorts, and then i see some i know and probably have primal urges for in towel walking. im thinking its Talia. BUT she takes me to class or some sort of gathering with people with disorders, but not like retarded or stuff, like small stuff like deviated septum, sunburnt person among others. and its weird like some hippie shit/workshop. i end up seeing somebody, like denise there tho. and i spy some weird vintage records or some ish like a antique shop across the street and ask whoever took me here if that's where they get all their indie/folkie music. in the end see the person towel and droopy beanie, leave and i say, "BYE TOWEL TITS." and when i wake up, the first person that comes to mind when i think of "towel tits" would be Talia.

weird.

sometimes tho, my dreams are futuristic visions, that give me shivers when i experience them in real life. & i always say,"WHOA, i got Deja Vu."

the world s coming to

to all the people lowering their standards,
brain thought weaker than a house of cards,
always playing the low card,
bettin all in,
that right there is your inner demon,
the greedyness, gotta learn beat this,
like drummer beats his drum,
and the only thing we do as people is gettin dumb,
no not hyphy, but everyone else is taking it lightly.

economy is going to bust,
a rough time,
unused machines from lay-offs turn to rust.
we must get up off our asses,
and start saving our assests,
the 1920s isnt just like the past is
it seems like is gonna be our future.

what's to happen to all the elderly folk?
the govt subsidaries,
wont help them with HMOs
and now them fithy greedy hoes
cause my grandparents' woes,
like they dont help with the senior citizen housing,
what the fuck george and his secretary is doing is pretty lousy.

the second coming is far from here,
since the second depression is quite near
take care of all those you hold dear to your heart,
strength of families and friends is due to the part
that we got each others backs
even if the money that we lack,
or your home bro's cousin is a whack-O
so the next 2o years dont slack and turn slow,
leave that for the Alzheimer's vitcims,
and we bettter hope for cancer patients
to endure their pain with a little more patience
no doubt we're getting closer to cure that so hard to reach,
so don't say shit about them bald beauties if your momma doesnt work them, & dont preach

critcizing other doesnt really help,
the beatles is tellin we need somebody, anybody.

notebook friday?

from yesterday

1
From what i understand, a boyfriend without money is like a bee without honey
Nothing else is sweeter than that for gold diggers,
But i'm not interested in women like that,
Doesn't matter if the honeys are scene or hipster or phat,
As long they jeans fit nicely,
What ever problems they got wont seem as trifling
But Every homie knows no woman my time is wasting,
BROing out is the illest, when we together we like a sickness,
lest we get the sickness then DAYUMM we a cold at best.


2
Her upper lip has never tasted
the salty sour taste of a penistip
ButMuchShe has lusted in
other women showing "love&affection"
especially or her TRIBE.
whatever will be the distance
between J&ME is whatever i
will cross for she.




3
I know you say my hygiene is questionable,
But my head isnt the only thing full of nasty shit.
I got dreams but they aint coming TRUE,
cause my effort got me coming to, aDEAD end.

cause i know that i pretend
that i am the best-EST, the shit,
ya probably see me as shy,
cause i think im so fly,
i don't even need an introduction,
but most of all, i probably need an intervention
for my stuck up attitude,
the way i act towards is more than rude.
getting at women isnt the only thing i do,
I'm also throwin cheeze at pictures of you,
This scene is so graphic it barely coverst the word lewd.

the GAMEPLAN

we're a two man crew?

with loads and loads of collabos,

and you're such a successful rapper that you have you own thang

and a side project

and all the skill necessary to succeed in life

dude you and roobear should make your own crew forreal

thatll be pretty cool

and then our part time colabborator/founding father, joe, will collab with us every once in awhile to expose us to the burgeoning electro-rap scene

and then me and roo bear who have been trained in the art and craft of freestyle will go on to the WRC 2010 and make runner up

AND THEN!

after many consecutive wins, i decide to take a break from the freestyle game and go out and finally put out and EP with my favorite most established MC/producer who happens to be following in the foot steps of the FAMED no longer underground MF doom

to produce my EP and album which will be weakly received whilest you make an underground cult following among rap and rock fans

thus bringing us back to a ten year anniversary of the our first and only album undergrads

which we took a 10 year hiatus from and then we reunite and manage to get back joe, and the go on tour and fight and break up FORREAL just cause we really dont go together.

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Anal Gram
are totally: Sm Rag Lana
Mr. Slagana

Magnaas Ln



The Bead Genre Stringer
she so hot and mister,
i've learned that everything you learn about her
makes her a bread winner.
that fierce attitude,
she'll get in your face all rude
proud of what she has become,
the full straight edge.
living


here's an Aldrich Manlutoc anagram:
HANDCAR CULT LIMO
im pretty sure, he doesnt shoffure
the words he brings doesnt quite come off as a grrr.
cotulnam Hcirdla
Lamtun Co Rihclad
he's an ANTACID CHUM ROLL
when your stomach is full-
of crap which give aciid reflux,
becareful of what you'll say
he'll be anti-you and make redux.
lay you off across the floor,
everything less and nothing more-
than broke ass dumb ass laid out whore.

duude we gotta do this thang tomorrow if nothing down is going for you and me
you wanna chill at the barnes park?

im really attracted to(unfinishedFOREVER)

a woman who has lovely lips,
not the kind ms jolie has,
cause that shit looks like they made out of wax,
the only time they looked good was when she playd lara croft
i like the kind that look so pillow-y soft,
not really too much when they snake bittin,
why would you want to destroy your lips?
is it because all it ever touches is penis tips?

let me take your picture,
cause you sure know how
to put emotion to emulsion,
they you pose your body, gives
me propulsion to do things to ya,
let me lift your shirt and take off yo bra,

bored(untitled meditation)

bored inexplicably out of my mind,
late night time to write,
express, fill the blog with all words and manner of emotions and stuff.
called my bluff you did,
now wishin i hid, myself,
my face, put on a permanent mask and chain the laces,
throw them together without the hesitation,
understanding this will make us more related than a step cousin,
barely any relation until you make the realization,
they only connected by marriage,
until a certain age,
you have to see and say you "love"
them but really you loathe them,
hoardin them with hate and,
bring them the drugs,
gettin hooked,
stopp it now, their parents looked,
brain dead you totally is,
shooked out of consciousness,
thinking your thoughts are uselsess,
doing this action is pretty much worthless.
cause i have to guess you have to endure for another hour.

the pain of boredom, get that board out side and you wont be too DUMB,
still numb, from a lack of conversing to get out,
the brain unlearning is worsening,
contemplating, arranging the thought, and moods, and ideals, and stuff
tryna look tuff, but its enough, my brain is rough around edges of thought,
cause no training is brought.

Night Night yall!

11:50p start.


night night yall,
before the eyelids fall,
get ready,
brush yo teeth,
get in yo jammies.
start yo prayer to jesus de christo for nannies,
change yo panties,
cause i know you wet your bed at night.
oh what a fright!
to see that big ass on your sheets,
change them quickly so legs dont smell like pee.
changed everything except for the lightbulb,
it pretty cool to haVE Ablack light,
cause it'll make everything white,
glow in the dark like kanye's tour,
almost like a kid after a 3-D show wanting more.
so you open your book for some midnight lore.
lord of the rings,
might be a couple of things you might remember-
to help constitute your dreams.
feel up the reems, i dont know what that means,
but it kinda sounds sexual,
leading up to whats in the dome sooo full,
of wetness its the best,
lest, this turns bad like a bad acid trip.
soo you're still dreamin about rubbin nipple tips,
of the one lust, you never if she had huge bust,
or if he had a giant shlong,
its not wrong to dream about amorous ones,
covered in margarine,
as long as you're still a teen,
and not in between kidulthood, and Adultlescence,
some 28 year olds havent gained independence,
and some 16 year olds are already parents,
so dream on, dream on,
put you shades on, even at night time just to hide your red eyes,
and if you got caught at least you tried,
but you werent scared trying to hide,
just didnt want to hurt your moms and dads with lies.
so straight to bed you sleepy head,
but first kill the munchies till they're dead-
full of food,
RING, it was all a dream,
just a gleam, a wrinkle in time,
and you get up to start up your days, finishing with one line,
Good night.


END 12:12a

i want to be a guru so girls will like me.

man this past month has been really looking up for me.
i graduated, even though i really knew i didnt deserve to.

girls giving me their telephonic digits. (only 2, at least they're ones who matter.)
stiking up a mean stupid ass playin dumb with beatriz convo thus giving her my digits.
at Yessica's debut, dancing with yunji was the highlight of that night.

i snagged jami girl's digits after she left, i hope i can keep the texts going.

getting the feeling that a lot of jainas wanna talk to me, like Christine Wong.

i just think my luck with girls is going up, cause i think thats the only thing that matters right now.

$$X1000. i got thT MUCH.

i still think emily is super fiiinnnnne, but she seems too much like an older sister.
i really want to give you what i think i call a dance. QT3.14

whoa!!!(about a skinny man named nathanial)

i learned that one guy i know that a homie(dirtfrogg) knows its a porn addict,

an intervention is in the process of planning, because its sad that when your mother tells you to go with your with your friend to a strip club all expenses paid, and you refuse, and yet you go back to your room to wax your wood gun. you know you have a problem.

Day of Reckoning Pt.2

it has come and gone,
but it leaves me wanting to return to a lesser status,
wanting to repeat my senior year only to make different choices in favor of betterSTRONGER freindships.
almost in the wise words of kanye's year old hit-single.
"N-n-not don't kill me only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now cause i cant wait much longer, i got to be right now cause i cant get much wrong-er. "

pretty much i've been wrong with my choices, academically at least.
making those essential to life dont do drugs choices, i've steered quite clearly of.
but they leaving me wanting to try them, only for the experience. to dabble in that sort of thing messes people up once they get hooked, but to know what the good and bads from your point of you view is important, because i believe that you should leave this life with as much experiences as possible, to teach (supposedly in the afterlife called heaven) i cant say im going to heaven, but i sure as hell aint going to hell. well enough about regretting these "good" decisions. nothing's gonna make me "popular" now that i'm not in high school anymore.
it's time to hit the road, gain new skills, and polish some old techniques, and most of all enjoi myself. cause i've learned its not all about fun, cause then you'll always think everything is a joykill.

"suck too hard on your lollipop, & life's gonna get you down."
-MIKA

Some spank rock shit.

all i wanna do is do you.
all i wanna do is do you.
all i wanna do is do you.
i wanna do you is what i wanna do.
i wanna do you is what i wanna do.
i wanna do you is what i wanna do.
its truth no doubt, dont pout,
unless its your lips,
then pucker up bitch,
im about stick in my dick.
give it a nice li-li-li-li-lick.
like a lollipop, to get to the center,
remember, don't bite,
that's cheating,
the best things are supposed to be repeating like,
a sweet chorus in a pop song,
the shorter the better,
that way you lips stay wetter,
when i proceed to penetrate,
entering your mouth to demonstrate,
with your finger in my ass pleasuring my prostrate.
all these things put together feel so great.

Spread eagle is worth more than a desert eagle.
in terms of a mental satisfaction, they both momentarily
last inside your brain, sexual experience i will gain,
the first time is burned within the membrane.
rhyming at the end of every line is so lame.
that's right cause that's the game.
that is my style so it remains.
playing you like sexbox 69.
its so fine its so fine,
its so fine its so fine.

that female that everone wants

she the female that everyone wants,
but nobody gets-
you're such a tease, oh please
just attack me in the pants.
cause your lips are the kind i fancy.
on track? nope cause she got me so antsy.
moves i never did make,
first words i never did spake.
joe was your best guy friend,
from what i perceive.
his social status was definitely pleased.
When ever i try to say something i felt weak in the knees,
and butterflies in my stomach,
sick in the mind,
cause i just wanted to go south,
the first impression i get from reading the things you type.
so openly flirty that i hope i just might-
get something in return by just being nice.
but you have to be abusive/aggressive to get the girl like her.
that female fascinates everything, tickled my thougts of what could be-
but not.
sexually frustrated i must've been,
cause realizing my efforts weren't enough to win.
almost psychologically shunned to put it that way.
but there are other girls, other days, and many other ways to get them
do not return back to failed scenarios and attempts,
cause failure springs from the plans whence negative results are received.
my insecurity and low self-esteem is really part of what is called
the "inferiority complex."
you can learn that from my verbal context,
cause what i'll do next, is that
of lowly, weaker man,
no drive, no desire to make his life better.
but these maybe qualities of an existentialist
acknowledges his fate and his that future he gets.
makes choices and understands them.
and when he encounters fork in the road,
makes a decision to what is the better path to take.
pounces on opportunities that tickles my interests,
being selfish is what i do best,
lest its to get a woman in bed.
those ideas is what'll help me rest.

Shit Yunji, i like the way you move your body. ;{

comparisons can't be drawn(between siblings)

My Day of reckoning has come,
its time to see how much knowledge i really hold,
&how much luck i really have.
my family has no care or regard to how well i do as long i pass,
that kind of just shows how much i matter.
not very much, but it'll bring utter shame to my mother from the direct relatives.
the only thing i can say is if i don't graduate, is i chose this path, and it maybe to prove everyone wrong.


and honestly what the fuck am i doing on here if im failing. i should be doing my extra credit.
and going down on my english teacher in hopes of getting a better grade.

should i get back to regular blogging?

tell me aldrich.
do you wnat to read about my life. cause frpm my page views, it seems like no one does.

and that's all cool, i just want a place to write.

anyways, chill ass days. its like 1,2,3? weeks till forced school is over for me, whether or not i graduate, makes no difference since im not going ANYWHERE in the next year. its like UC Berkeley is an option, and CSUs aren't my cup of tea. basically just going back to school with people i dont know just doesnt sound that appealing considering the amount of freedom im going to have.
but with that freedom comes the consequences of responsibility. like im gonna have to pay for my ass, insurance, gas for a car and everything else that come with a kind of adulthood (independence.)

so after school ends, life begins im almost ready to stand up to it, as long as i dont lose my freinds. cause whats worse than loosing freinds? losing someone to talk to, and has some goals and interests in common.


Today was like any other day, i woke up late from a short ass, uncomfortable sleep,(after sleeping in those ramada? or hotel premium beds. my bed seems like shit.) its pretty hard to get a good nights rest on such a stiff & old piece of furniture. i get to school like normal, like half a minute to 5 minutes before the bells ring. i wait for a semi late teacher, Ms Szerencse. while waiting i hesitate to converse with a classmate who is friendly as hell, and attractive to some extent. the usual "what's up C-Dogg?" is read from her mouth seeming that i cannot hear much as i am blasting new jams from my iPod i illegally downloaded last night. "nothing much," i say quickly trying to be courteous and un-rude at the same time. i quickly finish that fragment with fact of my life in the past 72 hours trying not to reveal too much at the same time. "i downloaded some fresh tunes last night." she doesnt pry, showing her interest in my personal interests are gone. really though, tyler, all around cool guy comes out of nowhere with brand new hair cut, looking very oxford-ish if might say so myself. "OH SHIT!!" trying to regain my composure as a the outrageously cool guy who doesn't say much.


AWWW FUCK THIS. too much story telling.

basically i was on time today, Saw Ty's new haircut, it looks pretty fresh, told him the truth that he kinda looks like a woman from behind, and a vaguely cute girl from the front with his V-necks and sandals he occasionally wears now that it's practically summer time.

2nd period is where my day gets better, its when i see girl i like wrapped in sweater...
JUST KIDDING. its my chill class i try to get my bearings and focus that im in school now, and i cant zone off. but i do anyway because its art class.

third is what ever. 4th is blah but i like the what the girls around me talk about. VAJAYJAY, the convos are what i'd be into.
5th is like killing my how im there and i dont do anything.

6th is what hit me today. my teacher gave a bit of hope. where she said like she didnt want to see me fail. but the way i am towards the end of the day made me look like i dont really care about my higher learning future. which i really dont.

lunches are all blah, i hate to see freinds get torn apart over simple stupid things, i'd fckn kill for women problems man, i have hardly any problems and a bitch aint one,
and with out those bitch problems life is fun. no parties, no mistakes, the sheltered life i have reinforces the idea that the risk isnt worth learning from the mistakes.

after school is where the fun is at. but it got complicated, when my Grandparents didnt come when i thought they were. we took the bus to the park and went to the library and this librarian woman was trippin getting all scared because we had our boards so she asked us to leave them outside. so me and alex did and asked the other guys to watch it for us. Alex was very ambitious and seeing Carmen again, so he asked an attendent, where she was. (thanks to alex i now know her last name not to be a stalker and stuff, but i find knowing whole names are important.) and he had this conversation with her, and he was very confident in what he was saying, being cute by the way he was talking to her. i didnt say anything other than, "hi" cause i dont the difference from being polite and being forward with conversations, well alex was leading it between him carmen. all i know is gotta learn from this, gotta be more assertive, and carmen was willing to chill after work, but the time she gets off is too late. shit i get to obsessive with women. especially since i dont do anything ever, the word that probably classifies me would be STALKER!!!

before this: i made the gang(Nick, Reuben, and john) wait for Alex to show up whilst i deposit some funds into my sparsely funded checking account. the gang got kicked out of our old spot! the ghetto ass ledge for like the first time, and by the guys from Ordonez, it was like WTF?!?! like forreal they arent even that close to that spot( so it was probably La whatever that snotty wannabe 5 star restaurant.) then when i came back to warm up at the spot for a bit. some weird ass person was sitting in their SUV and taking pictures of us . we were tripping out like WTF?!

Reuben decided to run away to jack's and alex decided to check out what the fuck was going on. so he skate closer and the person was taking pics of him while reversing.

and then alex realized that point that Jack n the box's parking lot has a incognito do-gooder.
so we're like fuhhhhh and we decided to recooperate at my house and formulate a game plan.

Alex still wants to go to the Belvedere, while we're all skeptical, just cause we think he wants to do sick vert shit at the park until he clarifies that he just wants to hit up the manny pads.
and he was about to get his homie Saul to come but not cause he didnt have board.

so back to what happened after the meet up with like the finest older woman i've laid eyes woman, we start to head out to belvedere and we see Edgar Solis and the Toast video guys.
me and the gang were like totally trippin up while alex kinda catches up with edgar. one of the reasons i was tripping out was, the toast guys were really tearing it up. the could grind one of the craziest ledges ever!!! and i was seeing some up andcoming AM quality guys. like koki and the others i couldnt name. even the great photographer/videographer, GEOFF KOWALCHUKKK!!!!!

after that we head to Belvedere and decide to skate a bit at the skate park, we ran into nick(idk his last name probably diaz, ASSevo, and D-Var. nick was just leaving, and Andrew and david were ripping in the big bowl like mad. so we chill here for a bit try to warm up again and absorb some of the aura of the many great skaters here. nunez plays ASSevo skate, and goes easy on him, but i dont know who wins. then we have a nice sesh at the manny pads. getting footy, and just having a good time. it felt soo good just to kick with those guys. we head over to mickeyDs for some grub and see david's homie, Fabian, he gives them some hook ups and we chill somemore. nick and reuben and john book it after the first 30 minutes. so i stay and talk some more with the guys like about stupid random stuff and girls like KEYSHONI, and how some gossip arose about her having a sex ttape. we were just thinking who was the unlucky guy who had his penis exposed in the tape. and david talks about how he'd bang miss jackson. she had kickin body, but her face didnt appeal to me. i've only really been attracted to two teachers, Ms.A who i had as a sub some time in sophomore year in bio. and ms Nakano. mmm' MMM! They are two women, worthy of an asian cream pie.

well my super extensive day summary is over.

and this reminds me to be wary of cops, but not to be scared of them cause they're only looking out for whats best for us such as not skating in public areas.







Carmen Sanchez

Increase the peace, the hate can wait.

i kinda borrowed that line-
from krizel, but now i'll use it like its mine.

i never understood why people say, "make things instead of war,"
like art, and cupcakes and other things.
because you don't make war, you start war.

especially when you grow up and learn how to drive a car.
its a fight for a little shred of freedom tasting, being able to do what you want to do.

that's why im acting all immature, like a kid
pretend like i do my homework when i know i did-
not, so that's what my mom will think.
making that the reason why im gone from her sight in a blink-
of an eye.

and it should be drop cars and shoes and change,
not bombs. at least that make sense.
so give us some change, not quarters, nickels, and dimes.
i dont need no money to buy me some time,
im not a cancer patient yet i still need hope.

when i say this you'll probably think im A DOPE, not dope.
so i can be with you with heart bumpin in my chest like a drum,
makes me feel all dumb-
when i open my mouth.
thinking i could go as far as going out-
with the most interesting girl from the class oh Se7en.
Jami, that's what you are to me.
fckn artsy, with a urban type of scene beauty.
now if any one reads this i'll get caught in the act of flattery.
i already said a name so let it be engraved,
girls like jami arent trend like some new rave,
they are something lasting, so i'll try to behave.

really, i hope i dont make any mistakes along the way.
cause if i messed up that would be really gay,
not gay as in homosexualit(A)y,
but gay as in, "not cool man."

so many ways to use words incorrectly,
and since i kinda dont like kids i might get vivisectimy...
NOT!!! R U KDDNG MEEE1?!?!
there wouldnt be no fun you see,
not being able to say you to your kid,
you a mistake!! get away from me!!!

shit i hate free writes,
they just keep going on and on and on an on.
like i keep a night light on.
but now i'll turn this off,
like the hoff's career,
whatever was holding it up was thinner than a veneer.

NOTEBOOK THURSDAYS!!!

It's a Love Thing,
What does love bring?
does it make you heart swell in song and sing?
its the chorus,
for us it always mattered much,
being love makes you do weird things and such
when you say hi sometimes i blush
its the feelin, the rush from your voice i get
i bet, my mind is wet,
i'm feeling sick, i need a doc or a vet
cause im an animal
a horndog to be correct,
girl you're so sweet like honey
&skin so smooth like milk
these traits make want to bounce to you like a bunny,
so you could pet "pink floyd"
being with a sweet & tender girl is something he enjoys,
now there is some jokes i've got to employ
just being you're toy isnt enough
& you already seen me in the buff,
you want some one who's a triple play
or even a homerun
by the this time i got two runs batted in,
got to first base with third i'll be stealin,
yup & and to home i'll be running,
to get you to get you into my head
RING! goes the bell its swell i've been
dreamin all period,
but with that girl i should'NT
Cause im about to give a preSENT,
I hope she finds it pleaSANT,
cause that shit put a dent,
in my train of thought cause this thing wasnt store BOUGHT
i put my soul & heat into the selection
the songs give me a mental erection,
its a blessin that we each other as acquaintances,
but that's what she says,
i always notice your looks in hi-RES,
i hope what i got to say impresses,
cause my love for you is quite deathless.
what ever you go and say leaves me quite speechless,
im not playin with you like a jester.
(or, really i dont say nothing cause im breathless.)


verse2?
from the kings court, oh shit this mission is abort!
really talking to you in front of your friends is a last resort,
as i walk up, i choke up, try to gather my courage up,
what's to be afraid of?
to be failure in love?
its all tight and stuff cause i get A hug.

walking all triumphant and shit,
i dont want to embarrass you by shoutin, so i bite my lip
do a walk like a crip,
now every other day i get grip of hugs from the one i call my love.

oh dang, a friend is hurtin
what is worse is you dont know where the pain comes from
so you can make it stop and do some nursin,
well what does this mean?
i cant talk to him, or do i stop talking to her to keep the friendship with him?
honestly im not really that caught up in that situation,
so again i sit on the sidelines, watch the arguments fly like bullets in to each of their hearts.
but it only looks like its tearing one of them apart,
well does that mean the other doesnt feel anything, cause hes the one on the giving end.
another example of why i wouldnt want to get caught up in that situation.
Girl and Boy break up. girl gets jealous when boy talks to someone else,
boys says fuck off, we're not together anymore.
girl is like ripped to shreds, brutally. FCKN BRUTAL.
oh well, its just another chapter in their lives and a lesson in mine.


its too bad i didnt learn anything.
DAYUMM girl, why do i still lust after you?

i watch too many chick movies.
ima go touch myself now ALD, cause you're the only one who reads this anyway.

self righteous bastard,
being selfish hes mastered,
everything is about him in his mind-
its plastered.

like quick dry cement,
every dollar spent,
goes toward his satisfaction,
couldn't spend time with anyone else
cause that'd mean subtraction from his time,
what else would you if you wouldnt spend it with him?
he 'll twist his face like he ate a sour lime.
just make sure you're able to adjust your plans according to his whim.
want to jump in the water, no its too cold to swim.

ok now i know why i got no skills,
if you 'd see me at night, you'd see me popping pills,
vitamins exactly, why? do you ask me?
is because im lacking, in the eating of Veggie-Tables,
and also im stressed and so hateful.
probably i'd have to say jealousy is my worst vice.
never once, not twice, but thrice.
instead of wasting energy hating,
i should be striving, demonstrating,
that i can still be all i can be.
cause as of lately,
i dont feel the passion,
just more wasting money trying to get my fash-on.
but im no K-Fed, my skills are shipped, via UPS.
im using snail mail, to get mine, its not the best.

Notebook thursdays

time to pull out a nice written from one of my many notebooks.

OHMYGOD!
too many cuties with alot of booty,
your round fascination, fascinates yours truly.
i can't believe i'm infatuated with so much people.
it's like i'm looking at them through a peep-hole.
if there's on thing that gets me, its probably mature outside beauty.
but i hate when you can see right through me.
if people knew the fuck i'm thinking,
they'll already know my standards are sinking.
i'm always thinking of getting that honey,
but in reality it flies past by me.
you know i'll never even try to even hit on,
the shy looking girl, especially with her eyes looking like pearls.
probably the time i'd make my advance,
is with a girl i know at the school dance.
sometimes when i don't try, i feel like im in a prison.
but the truth is, that was my decision.
and when i do, make my move, i feel the fear of rejection.
when it does happen, it feels like you've made an incision-
on my heart with deft precision.
that's why i make wishes, not decisions,
in the end, that probably is my mission.

Why do kids, scratch that, girls like to watch these depressing dramas of ridiculous teenage life?
most of it isnt even right, how (if) they sequentially follow each other day by day. but really they dont, boys who have a crush on their teachers, people always making out and stuff, the ridiculous amount of drugs they consume. everything is so unreal.
well
the parts that where friendships dont work and stuff. best friends, girl friends, boy friends gay friends and all that dramatic stuff.

sometimes it makes me think i can just have one group of friends, that i can always have fun.

it barely makes sense, stupid bollock ass show. twists my mind even more so since i watch it late at night.

my friendships are weak like my flows, nobody will ever know,
the path i will choose to go, since it easily changes, as fast the weather does.
enough is enough this dramedy has shaken me, pleased to see that show does have an effect.
keeps my mind working and penis jerking while still erect.
give me respect cause im pouring my mind, not my heart,
not a good place to start, or else you'll be vulnerable, and the pain unbearable.
uncompareable to some, like cancer does, its not fun.
now im pacing through my thoughts, actually running, blundering through every corner.
see me looking at girls? that's right im mr jack HORNER.
horny to be exact, no im not on crack, unless you count sugar as a drug,
made me hyper almost the way people do feel when they in love.

a girl impossible to woo.
oh man what would you do?
nothing ever seem so simple.
especially when she got the cutest dimples.
an even though she got a few pimples.
thats ok, she's stressin
to be what? to the best in.
i dont know her goals,
dont know her completely.
ok maybe not at all.
gotta make the first move
or i'll just fall,
being pushed over the edge.
dont let anyone get in between like a wedge.
knock it out, dont squeek like a mouse
dont be invisible like a louse.
gotta get noticed, dont be motionless
like a statue, is that what yo momma taught you?
but if you arent being assertive.
when are you gonna show it.

cause now you are looking behind a screen,
admiring, definitely not a way to be seen.
especially in her scene, you gotta be up front.
close and personal,
let your verses flow.
go and do it.
like nike does.
but dont be just a friend,
or act like her older cuz.
play 20 questions before somebody else does.

get to her know her older brother,
cause he acts like a mother.
that shouldnt be something to make you not bother.
get through to break the ice,
hope you just might have a chance
to take her to the school dance.
it would be twice as nice.
when she finds out you like feist.
find something in common,
rather than find something to talk about.
rather than talking about the crowd.
you dont have to be loud when she's the only one listening.
shouldn't get stuck in one subject just listing,
the things that make you the only one talking.
now you're just praying she'll something.
cause she shut you up.
are you sure you're tough enough to take that line?
i dont think you're gonna be fine as you stand corrected.
at least you're blessed you're not dead.
you're not at that stage yet,
when you're talking after being 10 years wed.

DEar DAd & Moms freestyle.

you guys got me mad frustrated.
but yo your ideals are outdated,
we are livin in 2008,
im not so sure i might graduate.
pleeze dont hate.
but i cant wait,
to get out of my brother's shadow.
the biggest, hardest worker in my family i've ever known.
its just goes to show.
he doesnt need to flow.
he lives up to everyone's expectations.
we gots the most relations.
he never got hesitations-
about what he wants to do in life.
i just might,
fuckin end up dead, on the wrong side of the road.
i might be walkin on the rocky road.
yo its might be easy right now.
cause im just tastin that wow now how brown cow.


today would be a different day.
if my dad werent so gay in a figurative way.
left my momma more than 15 years ago, ok?
sure, he made alot of bad decisions,
not as bad as the way im not missin him.
any more, fuck that danm ass whore.
now i could careless if he comes back through that front door.
the only thing i could want more is just-
is for him to give the child support
and get the fuck out of my life.
he wasnt there for his wife.
and cause of that, no child support was givin.
sure me and nick stayed over on weekends and we was livin it up.

two, no one, spoiled princes.
one deserved it the other did not,
one was lazy, and the other well taught,
one had skills, and the other was mom bought.
and ones things fo sho. those two almost never fought.
they even played to gether as xavier and juggernaut.

on the genesis, all the way to the 360.
and today G, we was watching power rangers: overdrive.
man did i feel alive.
all that reminiscing and nostalgia,
all thanks to my dad for passin down lazyness,
i couldnt even pass algebra.
man i wish i was like kanye,
that foo was a college dropout,
but now he's the one selling top class singles
losing grammys yelling is mouth out.

what about me?
ima be the highschool drop out.
smokin dope,
and sellin lies.
dont even know what the fuck i'll try-
next.

dont got muscles to flex,
dont got stamina to run to the usa from mex
dont got brains like asians,
dont got too many friends to text.
sure i think im bad,
but what's next?

hell yeah, im gonna drink and praty smoke,
for tomorrow we die.
says so in the bible,
but i hate going to church,
the people,
the happiness,
the joy,
almost everything about it except the ideals.
some of them i'd like to carry over.
bring it just like red-rover.

you see my cup its also flowing-over,
for a poor kid.
yeah that's what i did.
miss school more than once a week.
yeah i fibbed.
didnt get an a in my english class.
but i got a big fat EFF,
man my face is all frowned
like my uncle jeff.
yeah you saw his face.
you'd be like that's true.

Beastie boys

Off the grid,
like a knocked out arachnid.


suco de tangeria.
i'll go pretty slow, i might go fast,
but you'll never know.

man this shit gets me on fire
i'll make sure you know im not a liar.
even though im not friar, -BROWN.
now i'll go show and spit all my flows thru town.
gotta get that bridal gown.
oh its goin down.
you put on as much make up as a clown.
you do that to make you look less round.

well too bad my lovefor girls like that cannot be found.
SHALLOW HAL, is what i pretty much am.
and im also Fil-Am,
but dont let me the epitome of what filipino should be.

i pretty much am the low class example.
cause im pretty FULL.
of myself.
i'd totally hop onto any MILF.
esepcially jessica Alba.
now i found ya, gonna rape and maim ya
BLAM! now im a father.

lol too graphic.

Classroom Crush Pt. 2

ummm... i remember when i first layed my eyes upon you.
the cliche way to start saying i noticed you.
you caught my eye and uh... thinking to,
but then i remember my heart is split among different girls,
each of them take part, a slice of what is my world.
its part of my nasty habit- which is voyeurism,
like the trix of the rabbit.
mmmm i dont know how long this has been goin on,
but all i can tell its not the right thing going on.
when you got girl to talk to in every class,
but sometimes you think they got a nice ass.
i know this is much disrespect.
esepcially when i look at you,
i stay erect,not slouching
like drew rhee.
but when he doesnt he looks like he could be 6 foot 3.




1:20-2:10

in the period which i have you for,
i sit down at my desk and look at the door.
waitin for you,
my want to communicate is more.
your soul is like money for the poor.
its bountyful, just like your behind.
beautiful, is what i can find.
when i converse with you,
ya blow my mind.

every now and then, i still find time
to trade lines for a while,
even though i say things with an awkward smile
h
opin that shit is cute.

now, searchin up and down in the R&B aisle.
but now there's no effort in that,
so i stay home take a pen and pad

and some time off to make poems and songs,
i'll think its perfect, or maybe it's wrong.
maybe it might end up too short or too long.



its been 2 weeks now.
didn't know how sophisticated your style is,
i never manage to even taste this.
so i ask you out, hope you open your mouth
give me an answer, if its yes,
i'll restrain from shoutin out.
luckily, its a hit not a miss.
thankfully, you granted my wish.
now i know i'm good at cathing fish.
or
thinking already about our first kiss.






(idk if i shouldput this in)
later, im about say, "hey i made a mix tape"
then i think "shit, its too early, not late."
its makes me mad
that i didnt have the courage to talk to you-
EARLIER but now that's not what i do-
HAVE.



verse2

so now
waitin at the mall, heart beatin tall.
looking down the hall,
the suspense is killing me.

been holding my breath so long.
finished my drink you see.
gotta to the bathroom to pee.
but i didnt want to barely miss you
making your think, i stood ya up.
this enough, to make a feel man guilty, its rough.
like game, so i need to shape up,
try and look tough.


to outshine you bro that job is mine,
cause the time for writing, is what i can find.
my vocabulary, will put you in a bind,
folks who want to hear me,will wait in line.

to doooo foo.
i'll never miss you.