Dumbells and pussies in the well.

now wat did i tell you about emmancipation? yaa fuck my spelling. i aint got the time to click on backspace and correct my shit now. why does everyone hate me so much? is it cuz im TOO fuckin lovable, that there aint enough hands on a body to grab hold of me?? little do i see, but the dew that awakens the brightness of the day is actually the result of what happens in the night. so my nightly activities gonna fuckin produce lovely seeds of sundances? i doubt so, but many have i seen pulling of masterpieces of artwork when facing the music. u listen, or u walk the plank. aint i tht simple or wat? now they say men love women whu are single, and women love men whu are already commited. maybe that explains the lil extra stardom ive been receivin, but by fuck im attached to a woman too. maybe these pick-up artists might wanna reconsider their game plan when writing out such phrases? hahahahaaa. assurance, measures the depth of a woman's love. but wat if monetary gains arnt the way of life, wat if money never existed. wdnt love be equal throughout the horizon then?? will she, or will she not? the strummin of the guitar can be heard, faintly. but a sad as a tune can be, that speaks of my life thus far. cheers.

Dignify death, Glorify honour.

i guess the ears have been waiting intently to her ma words of wisdom. i guess the eyes have been patient in seeking the truth. i have been missed, and so have i missed. little is left to know in this dimension. the crackling of the buzz, the dawning of a new dilemma, all of it has engulfed me, forcin me ten steps back into reality. as i cast of shadow i doubt, i take a look at ma life to see the sun rays eluding all darkness and reaching out to its creation. God has everything in store fer me in this lifetime. pain joy sorrow happiness and all the hours of time, they make me feel othawise. sometimes its hard to put a face to death, but thatz the image thatz been frightening my dreams away, frightening me in ma nightmares. the death around me fears thyself, fer why has it not taken me but the unrelenting souls ard me? if u ever had someone tell you i was just the average next-door-guy, then someone must have lied real bad. but do i deserve so much hype? ive been shred to pieces now. not knowing of watz the force thatz been hammering ma feet back to the ground, i look into the distance, trynna make of watz comin to me. to love or to live. like how the fallen angel once found its way to ma arms, im delusional, not knowing if it wants its place back with the stars. certain angels were meant to treasured, but am i takin the right path in finding my lost happiness? she's been missed, she's been loved. the tides are comin in, the sun's setting. but the night still fails to dampen ma soul. 2012? hahaa now y does He needa set a date fer mass destruction?? bein calculative has been his forte, but why not ride it out and leave a trail of destruction behind? many more words to come. many more actions follow suit.

tattos. tendencies. threesomes.

im back to square one. im back to a lost dimension. and im back to letting my fingers do the talkin. i have paraded maself for the world to see. did u miss me people? have i gone too far, where no man wd even consider venturing? to the vast fields of boredom and desire? Women, now i know ive tendered sucha topic far too many times. but as deep as the ocean reaches, one can neva find answers in this chapter. has love gone past me? or has it moved on and left me behind to despair? do i like smeone? yea......but maybe not. the fear of rejection has surpassed a long time ago. she knows it, but doesnt. the personification of sweetness she is, a star tht's lost its way and ended up on this planet, right b4 ma very eyes. i dont do signatures, call ya lawyer if u want. i want autocracy, not a democratic replublic of a fuck that upholds constituition. no i aint referrin to PAP, i have to admit the old knight LKY has served us well. i was directing ma attention to the pillars of love. the very same crap tht has dumped me into the fuck-hole i am in, and has let many to draw up wrong pictures of me. i attend to the wrong attention i get, and now im stuck in a muddy concoction of....er.....i dunno i cant think already. its 3 in the morn and ma brain doesnt usually work after 12. so good night.

Fighting behind the glove.

wat is meant to be will eventually be a memory. for wat ive forsaken is mountain to many. the despises that go around seem to caringly brace itself against the lush of emotions that fail to reveal their true identities. i miss maself. for wat truly was a evil being cast upon the very existence of God himself; Earth. id walk this plant and run amock. people lay at ma feet and pestered me to leave. sucha a soul i beared, heartless to the extreme. but then i fell, much to the disbelief of many. but the biography of a happy smile ends just there. and im back to my sinister ways. but now i feel all so lonely. maybe none of watz happening is meant to be? i cant read minds anymore. its hard to figure wat everyone's thinkin. ive lost that perculiar touch. maybe im juz growin old. the trick tht ma coach did is still fresh in ma mind, to the extent that it gives me headaches whne i try figuring that out. but thtz wat magice should do, and not confuse pple to tht point that u juz wanna shoot 'em down Bang Bang Bang, Whu's dead??? Fightworks Asia and Kadir's boxing school produces the best of the boxers, we're no far behind. but is the quality AND quantity im gettin good enough to take them out in June? im gonna find that out soon...

Legs can tell a tale of a thousand miles.

Missed me? Fuck you. Im kidding. hahaa. ive gotta confession to make. someone i knew was askin if i had any fear...since i was seriously mocking at her fear of roaches!! hahahaa. oh boy u shd have seen the anguish on her face when i hounded her down the walkway with wat was supposed to be a roach in my hand. it aint tht hysterical. i never realised this fear in me till 23 years of living a life of soreness and denial. a denial tht even the word fear never existed. death. thatz wat has creeped into me. not the fear of dyin..not at all. but the fear of death around me. loved ones departing me. it hit me hard when ma grandpa passed on last year. and then i began thinking, like placing maself in a cold turkey to see how life would be if i was the only soul ard. tears flowed. takin advantage of the fact they they might be around for a long time has put me in a spot where i never held anyone dearly to ma heart. i was juz like grandpa. never showed thy trueself, for he was the hard man, an emperor whu lived by his rules and depicted his legacy to come. thus he hadnt the time to emotionally bestow his life upon us. wat wd i do without the people whu are the favourites in ma life? i still havnt gotten over his dismiss, maybe indeed was i his favourite afterall.

caught you did i...

she will never be mine. or am i just dreaming. a facade that sweeps me off ma feet, divides oceans into two. im in a lost faculty, everyone's goin west but my sights are bein cast to the east. a dreamer whose lonely spectacles reaches the shores of the furthest islands. i tend to imagine things, and thatz my most venomous habbit to date. i find maself being date-less this valentines, erm ever since i got attached when i was 15. sucha random note, but thatz the reality of of the world we live in. wat have i done to incur sucha wrath? im gone wid the wind. and once again it has happened. the plot set, the drama unfolded itself into a mystery of revenge. yes, i knew it was juz a play of scrutiny. but i fell for it at a moment's glance. im goin speechless. so much treachery in this world. so little time to go through it all. the eyes are playin tricks no more. its quite evident to see what's goin on ard this super-jet-paced world. obama's asked for a US$819mil for legitimate usage. i call it insurance claim. trynna take over the world in a seemingly ruthless fashion. but im back to ma lost state. and its time once again to sit back and ponder on certain 'legitimate' issues of ma own...

Six 12's and tha G's.

We gonn' hit em wid the left...hit em wid the right..is' a fight is' a fight! haha the old memories of the italian stallion cruisin ard the ring heaving his right hand down onto his opponents would send anyone into frenzy. the eye gashes, the tooth extraction, the unfancied ballerina twirls and hitting the canvas after a knockout. wat have i got maself into? the lure of blood and gore of sucha sport has managed to grab ma craving for violence and stardom. the rise to fame is a long winding road split at a fork-road. but ive set ma mind for success. kill em all and let God sort it out. well can i fight ma way to freedom? well fuck tht dumb shit ive got six 12's muffuckas and a round of nines ready to do battle wid. what it is what it is! i aint knowin where ma road's leadin to. mr.magic's playin and i aint got ma cards right. am i in love you ask? and then u ask wat hiphop means. they say the onli ups and downs of marriage shd be in the bedroom, but kids these days are frolicking all ova tha fuckin place! trends set new horizons, and i fail to see watz beyond the borders. divorce, prolly. i intend to write a book, on how i see life as. many names wd be mentioned, many acts, not forgotten. can i knock maself out? test ma mettle muffuckas ill knock ya fuckin teeth out.