i got a minute

i got a minute so i'll write a lil bit.

i told my niggas that i had a blog and they was like "nigga what?!", that girl talked you into it and i was all "nah i just wanted to..." then i stopped myself like "yeah...maybe" lol but it doesn't matter i'm real about it.

for some reason i've always just been that nigga who doesn't accept the "inside-the-box" negro behavior. i've always been one to expand my horizons...recognizing that song that the normal african-american male/female would be otherwise oblivious to...i know that shit cuz i want to know that shit.

i know alot of random shit because if i learn something i want to learn i never forget it. i don't NOT know about something because it's not culturally-accepted.

i went to hoop wit my niggas today. when we arrived there was an abundance of NIGGAS...a plethera, if you will. of all types. white niggas, black niggas, female niggas...all of em

i HATE bein around a whole bunch of muhfuckas...i be wantin t'be like GO THE FUCK SOMEWHERE ELSE...but they don't...so i do. so all these muhfuckas on the court and niggas tryna run full-court and they tombout..."nah man we tryna shoot here" (as they shoot bricks like crazy and it becomes blatantly obvious that they just out there cuz they ain't got shit else t'do and thier fervor for startin' shit is at an all-time high this afternoon) so m'boi Cho go try t'talk to the man and he basically not tryna hear it...so long story short we left. I had been departed a lil while earlier just cuz the pollen was causin all kinds of nasal fuckery within me and i couldn't stand it anymore.

we got to another court and once again...negro-takeover and pollen. i said fuck it and was like i'll just hoop later on tonight at the inside church gym. bitch-move yeah but fuck you cuz i hate runnin on concrete

um...i'm talkin to this girl (who tryna throw a wrench in my pimp-manship) that really appeals highly to a nigga but i'm not gettin my hopes up yet. sometimes shit be too good to be true so...it's pimpin pimpin til i know for sure

i told a friend i'd throw a stupid-funny poem on here so...here goes nothin, Slim

i know this girl
she's really sweet
just like a Happy Meal McGriddle
i thinks she's pretty
even if her hair is nappy just a little

i'm kinda nervous
cuz i'm afraid: a softy's what she'll make this nigga
but nonetheless
round 10pm
he'll still be right there cakin' wit her

(...it's been awhile...lol)

aight i'm bout t'go hoop at the church

hollat me