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From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veinsIt goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it Five for your love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I climbed into this messI'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep Floors got shifted since the high i got a tad too deep Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal And get out of this bathroom And call management to seek some reimbursement For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hitsSo fuck needles, fuck smoke Fuck lines that make the sinus choke Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing Blind my insight and dull the common sense Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony But here I be within a pool of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style I promise I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tile Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style And I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tileHead, pressure, senses, clutched Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck Touched, hazy, God, change Rush, floor, life...Bullets In My Cornflakes Bullets-all around my Face Where can I look without seein Lead I said …. where can I Look without seein Lead! I eat I spit out Lead! What’s it gonna take to get peoples screams out my head. Go to sleep at night without maybe wakin up dead. The Younger the kid the bigger the Gun Cocked for the hunger money grippin some might wonder Never had nothin so aint scared to die part of life to hustle part to die. my lifes worth what ? never had the chance To climb, or try Never had no one tell me I could do good if I try Damn , shame gotta risk my life to Survive. gotta be duckin and dodgin slipin and slidein peeped tha money Crack tha lock- now it’s mine So I hide it Cept for my bling- bling an the ring cash registers sing Bus a cap to me means no---Thing like the sting when the bullets Ping When its entering …. my life ,my side, my wall, my baby crib Right here is where the bullet still is… One more inch said I wouldn’t live. an If I die before I take Its one less day I'll find bullets in my cornflakes. CommentsI edited my profile at , check out these
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South bangin in my ear, underground realistic oasis, deep tones of soul, free man - rainbow country - Bob still doin it.

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KEEP IT REAL?

Why Can't muthafuckas keep it REAL?!?!
Posted by -Y-oY-o- on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 06:59:00 PST

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Next Friday is my birthday . Imma get high as a muthahuncha ! And Imma be back on the Island!! . Aight.. peace...
Posted by -Y-oY-o- on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 10:27:00 PST