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I swear I'm in the right mood to write the right message to who ever checks this blog. Look this whole year has been wild not physically but mentally. I'm about to be twenty and it makes me like, any kid wonder, how old do you have to be to die from old age. You see, from what I've seen in the most incredible people is pain..... Frustration, desire........ Looking at life pissed asking why it isn't in order like the books we read. These paintings I see that have story's hidden in the cracks remind me so much of the mental images I have, that broke my heart. And my heart means everything to me, quite frankly everything can't go your way. So I let it be. Until then you can't find me. It's not that I'm hiding, and it's not for a thrill, it's emotionally wise not to say. One day you'll understand, maybe the same day I do. Onehundredthousandmillionplus.

Yours truly,

ITS ALL PART OF THE PLAN . . .

Of course Im older, thats the beauty of it. 16 years plus. Different level of wisdom, different level of understanding. I wanna live long after this city is gone. If its some one's city; its mine, couldnt be theirs. Its all part of the plan.

Classic Refrence . . .

Not even Fresh Prince could do this justice, I just think its amazing.

Everybodys A Victim In My Eyes . . .

I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hoping that I can borrow a peace of mind I'm behind on what's really important My mind is really distorted I find nothing but trouble in my life I'm fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction Or a reaction of what we consider madness I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright And a fight he tried to put up, but the type Of bullet that stuck had went against his will As blood spilled on your hands My plans rather vindictive Everybody's a victim in my eyes When I ride it's a murderous rhythm And outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get em" I got em, and I ain't give a fuck That same mentality that told my brother not to duck In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if I'll ever discover A passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a young'n In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs Dumb niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child I'm proud and well devoted This piru shit been in me forever So forever I'mma push it, wherever whenever And I love you cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop I hope

Twenty13 . . .

The honesty of this year couldn't have been more clear. When you have zero calls on a New Years drop you begin to realize a lot. But for a kid so young, I had one message that said " You might do it this time". Is it scary?, no not really, the simplicity of the folks surrounding me grieve my patience. I thought that making this entry would help me help you notice that everything I put into this gift would one day pay off...That's what everyone lives for. Don't forget I'm here doing it gridy for the Suncity. So I lean on that.

Slim K Slowdown . . .

Chicago doesn't stop.

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