The thing that struck me the most after riding the Blue Line Train home last night after work was how you couldn’t pay me to copulate with the teachers on the strike. I have never seen such a slovenly, unwashed, disgusting mix of ratchet women in mom jeans in my life. Barf. Bunch of overpaid bitches. Get the fuck to work or else you should be fired and replaced by cute, young, energetic broads who are better at the job than you, you fat/lazy bitch.
shit is real true story, nigga grew up across the street from me he moved to va when we was kids…
this nigga was on this gang shit at 13 killed his brother at 15, i had to live with him in va for a minute when i was little.
the real nigga, but he’s a grown chief nigga type this all he knows, rap shit, street shit…
2006 he had to shake them boys and lay low, had the nigga in the studio with me…tried to tell this nigga back then get them plan b’s together, he was looking at me like i’m soft cause i had the crib in the burbs and i was kinda moving away from the street shit.
we don’t talk as much but he still my nigga, he’s in miami now, i hope they dont take my cuzzo…just lost a friend three weeks ago, cousin set him for pennies and took his life.
i lost so many niggas to this “street shit” i seriously had enough…i literally get sick to my stomach at how i was living..how we all were