Showing posts with label Ballin out the Tims. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ballin out the Tims. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A very, very fine house...



Alright, I have never been one to talk about what I got. I leave that to the Country Day kids, but this house that I am settling into is badass. I'm positive that there are some better descriptors out there, and for that I will defer to thy Anymouse. At this point, I cannot guarantee I'll be in as nice a home in 10-20 years. One can only hope.



Rest assured, it is going down here this summer. We've got strobe lights mounted on the living room wall. It's going to be an old-fashioned freak out on Russell Street. My new room is bigger than my former apartment. I'm going to know some girls. As I type this bull, I'm watching the Braves on a 50 inch flat screen. Hey, I have a flat screen of my own...never mind that it's a 15er. This isn't me bragging. No, this is me excited, and you guys need to come up here this summer. See you soon!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Friday Evening Poetry Reading

55% of these niggas is fake, tha other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes, tha other 45% be playin they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20's is tha law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealin wit u bitches from why way back then
Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see tha sliver Seraph wit tha phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes