[The Wolf]

The lounge at the gate while all the jamas drove by and stopped to salimia the congregation that usually congregated outside my paps digz,that lounge was wicked. The gals that lusted strongly for our loins, but denied themselves the pleasure cause our dose was not sweet enough to seduce them without a deep pocket, those gals were wicked... The times when no chum in the pocket simply meant you had to nego with jose, to give you guffs on credit, or on your mums tab, those times were so innocent and the bloke who lived those times is no longer there.
The land of the free, dwelling space of the brave has irrevocably 4ucked my mind and all i once was died and somehow morphed into another being.The jamas that know me see that i,m not meant to be here, while the idiots who think the know me assume that i was born to be here. This land the evil men called America,but the wise named babylon, is like a suit i am forced to wear. It looks good on me, but it simply is not my style.
4uck, even the fam is slipping away from me, and if i have no fam what good is life? Life is ez now, but something is missing. x bebygal told me to look for Yesu, Me Mother tells me to seek ye first the kingdom of God, me mates urge me to sex all the gals that i lay my pretty eyes on and exist... 4uckinell!!! Everyone wants him to be that, this, or those, yet nobody wants him to be him. Life is hard when you delve into it, exisiting is easy, living is hard and stetching moments into life is slowly being forgotten. I do not even look the same,i do not even talk the same and the most 4ucked up part is i do not remember what that was.