Some niggaz catch bullets, some niggaz catch aids, some niggaz catch cancer from you’re born you begin to die..acting like anything you do or dont do will definitely extend your years on earth is an exercise in futility and a losing battle against the gods of fate.
My uncle never drank or smoke a day in his life got pancreatic cancer, my other uncle that smokes and drinks just got pulled out of a firey car wreck thanksgiving..his 6th dwi in as much years.
It was written..live your life..death is promised.
Somewhere out there today a baby is born that wont live to see tomorrow…Who am I?
I fear getting old and losing my marbles more than i fear death..a part of me actually wants to go while i can still wipe my own ass.
On valentines day..on facebook, women are rejoicing in love and having sermons on the greatness of life..on nahright men.. are reminiscing about brushes with death and struggling to overcome thoughts of their impending doom.
*calls my shorty up*
*sings “they be loving da crewww, they loving da crewww*
*answers “yes” when she asks “is that the only part you know?”*