Can’t walk at all on his own anymore, begins using a wheelchair. Loses his own place, and hasta move in with an ex-gf who he doesn’t get along with but was the only place he could go. They barely get along, the scene is usually tense. Meanwhile, his X & molly abuse continues, and without ever drinking water (their nightly ritual is to x-out before they fuck and crash-out). He continues to ride-out the pain (“Blood, I’ma soldier”) while flippin his pain meds for cash.
Also worth a mention, and since ever, Saafir is a sugar junkie (skittles & soda), only eats junk food, and has been chaining Newports since the early 90s. He recently told me he hasn’t eaten a vegetable in over 10 years, and most of his meals come from either the Arco Mini-market, 7-Eleven, or the Wendy’s nearby their deep-east oakland apartment.
2012 to present:
Still searching for a doctor or a procedure that can help.
Still living off skittles, soda, chips and 7-Eleven burritos.
Still chain-smokin Newports
Still got them roxys fo’ya!
Damn man you kidding me? Saafir was that dude [ll] but c’mon man, you gotta at least try and take care of yourself.
Uh! Ask my nigga Lebron!
We so big we ain’t gotta respond
When you talkin to a don, please have respect like your talkin to your mom
We let the money do the talkin
As you see we be talkin rather often (chatterbox!)
The ROC Boys in the buildin
Another hundred fifty million don’t it sound like we yellin?!!!
Who the fuck overrated?! If anything they underpaid him
Hatin that’s only ‘gon make him spend the night
Out of spite with the chick you’ve been datin
We the best of the best
We ‘gon be here so the rest could take a rest
I gotta get this off my chest
No pause none of that shit, get off my dick!!!!