Thursday, February 18, 2010
putting the 10 in 2010 postscript
...but i aint never fretting or blaming. hollywood do what hollywood gotta do to keep them lights on. it aint personal. never that. I got mad love in my life too precious to jeopardize infecting with friendly fire. I'ont need to pop no more shots. true speak is there really aint no one to aim at. no specific enemy other than self. and the enemy of my enemy can be my hero. can't nobody do for you more than you can do for self determined to go hard. "Oh they aint ready for me yet. my style too ill for'm"... like a ego slingshot from hell to a place way distant beyond serious. or maybe 'can't get outta bed'll' lead to 'too scared to get in'... up late at night concocting substances. I been up in these offices. I know what they be buying. I know heat from flashes in the pan and overcooked. So I'm off this slow money ho stroll all upset cause the johns only want blonde's. In fact I know better blonde's.