I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in

I'm just so fu-ckin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to beat this pain
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow

Your coming with me, feel it or not, you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock. Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up?
Fa shizzle my wizzle this is the plot, listen up... You bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck!.

All, my life....i have one dream and for some reason, this dream puts me into the military. I've always wanted to shoot, to fly.....but the effects are devastating. From young, i've always wanted to be in the military squad. I don't know why, i don't know why. Why do i love war, why... maybe cause i love competing so much, that in war, u win u stand, u loose u die and that's the ultimate competition lvl. Maybe in my past life, i was in a war, maybe, i don't know...maybe that's why i keep getting these "images" of blood, bullets, old planes... when i sleep... maybe war is in my blood. I know war is bad, it kills.... i know...but i don't know why......

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
I keep 'em comin' back , we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides

i know i haven't been updating my blog LATELY, not recently. I know, i know....motha fuka... I KNOW! lol

been watching peter chao a lot lately, that motha fuka seem to really make me laugh my cum out man. Go search for him in youtube la!!! wait wat wait o! need to order u ah?! common sense a bit pls!