Human rights, justice, democratic rule, freedom, equality; all a total fuck you.

I'm not the man they think Iam at home, oh no no. I'm a rocket man.

damn it feels good to be a THUG
a true hero under gods sight from above

i dun not had money..
i dun had money
i dun not had money, now i got it again.
but when you dont have money,
and you DO get money.
that's when you gon tell who's really your friend.

and check it

GAMES DONT BE PLAYED ROUND HEA
KS GET SPRAYED ROUND HEA
LIVES GET TOOK ROUND HEA
AND WE HUSTLE ALL NIGHT
WORK GET PUSHED ROUND HEA

what if mother nature aborted the sky?
where would we shoot our fire works on the 4th of july?
we cant afford to live, so abortions rise.
cant afford the truth, so we're taught to lie.
cant afford a funeral, cuz the cost is high.
god damn, we cant even afford to die.
but if ya buyin a house ill be ya land lord
ill finance you a car, thats if you cant afford
i own the banks, the jails and all the property.
here's a million, come on big shot, lets play monopoly.

everybody know i got it.
if you want it, then get at it.
but i aint gonna have it.
nah, i aint gonna have it.

forgot this existed.
i feel like an idiot typing in this box.
i'm writing in a fucking journal.
an online journal, at that.
seen only by people who don't give a shit about me or what i think or how my day went or how my fucking lifes going.
the fact that i'm still typing is killing my selfrespect.
the hurricane went fine for me, if you care (which you don't)
I got a new job at langensteins, come visit (you won't)
I'm finally sober if you didn't know (you didn't)
I'm in a funk that feels like it will last forever.
The few people I call friends are getting on my nerves more and more each day.
I wish they wouldn't, because I love the fuck out of them, but there's nothing I can do about that.
Got my GED, getting along with my parents, got money in the bank.
Shit is going well, I just wish I had a better attitude.
It's 4:30 and I'm not trying to stay up all night on a fucking journal.
Stupid fucking shit.

worst summer ever.
what the fuck is this shit?

currently im running out of currency
don't tell my landlord, he'll take me back to germany
and i'll be hidin in the attic, in silence, with the power out
eatin hot dogs and mad amounts of sauerkraut

good girl, gone bad
crooked world, wrong pad
right mom, wrong dad

the FEDS is the dopeman nigga

i get a sick pleasure out of watching all this fucked up shit happening,
and knowing FOR ONCE, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim....
now all yall listen...
if you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen.

no place like it.

all is well.
new years, baby.
gonna throw it down, then go home and get my act together
ged job car all that bullshit.
it's going to be straight.
get at me.

The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair
"you sound so angry
just calm down, you found me"

i have no feelings anymore.
thank you.

the only thing good about today is that i've had worse birthdays.

i will be here, waiting for you.

im so burnt from this weekend, im just like laying here with my mouth open.
the entire weekend was pretty bad ass.
i feel like a slug.
but a hip-happenin kind of slug.
a slug that's been around town a few times.
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ALEX!?