Steven Holt

Well my name is Steven and I am pretty famous depending on your definition of the term. I am from the EAST side of M-town. I dont live in the numbered streets, I reside on Westlund rd. where all the true G's post-up. I wear only the sickest threads, nothing but the finest homemade 100% cotton around, were talking anywhere from 20-30 thread count. No one can faze my style, Im bringing back the white-afro. I roll on stock 16's no one rolls a car as dirty as my eggplant-on-eggplant hyundai. I roll papers for my scrilla, and send them to my cousin for distribution, its a family business past from my father to me, hes been distributin the goods since before I was born. When Im ready to party I hit upsome lines in snow, Aint nothing better then some pure whistler blow, when the snows out, you will find me rockin a frisbee, or swingin some iron, Im pretty much a playa, so many notches in my bed-posts you would think it was really crappy. I rock only the finest Kicks, vintage all the way, all you haters are thinking Im busted, but truth is I am investing in collector sneeks, One day my steel-toe's will be worth 2-5 dollars, once the earths steel ore has dried up and there is no more natural steel reserves left on the planet I will sit back and retire off those boots. gggggggG-uNIT, I will be flossing....... finally, because what else am I gonna be doing with all that scrilla from the boots. Live for free and die hard. If my parents were rich I would go to Seattle, it has allways been a dream of mine. I heard it rains a lot there though. I wish I wasnt so handsome, I cant seem to get good girls to like me. I allways fall for the girls who know they are sorta pretty, in their own way, and it never works out, it seems like as soon as I make eye contact they blush and start running away really fast, I mean I know they like me because they blushed.... I think maybe they just realised that they were late for something cuz if I am close enough to hear they say something about the time right before they start their sprinting. I wish I was fast, so I could catch one and tell them to call in sick. If it were true that if you put your mind to it you can be anything, why are there canadians? If it is true about the world getting hotter, how can it be that the percentage of woman to men remains the same? And if it were true that all were created equal, why is it that my hair is so much better then everyone elses?