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:::SHOOTAmacMANE:::

yea dey be on a nigga

About Me


for immediate response him me on .AIM. shootamacmane

he's the only one on earth i ever expected to hold me down

what it is... SHOOTA is what they call me.

a young black confident male who is creatively trying to do positive things with my life to better myself for the future.

i pray that god grant me the serenity to accept the things i can not change, the courage to change the things i can, and most of all the wisdom to know the difference.

my goal is... forgettting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, i press on toward the goal to win the prize for which GOD has called me heavenward in christ jesus. phillipians 3:13-14

FREE: the yung wunz..yung GREG..fedd..crash..&..d boy

My Interests

RESPECT THE CODE

I'd like to meet:



cool kids

Music:


pat, hawk, ro, ugk, hov, cass, wayne, common, kanye, jada, styles, lyfe, lauren hill, floetry, trae, hurricane, webbie,.... it goes on
SAINT

Movies:

ide rather be movin around than sittin still lookin at a screen...unless YOU really just make me wanna sit there

Television:

family guy! that shit is stupid

Books:

i used to read zane books....if that counts??poetic moment...Ghetto glorification
amplified stereotypical stigmas
gangsterisms malignantly formed
vindictive traditions
mired youths made poor decisions
raised in harsh conditions
who could blame them?
often the victim of neglect
planned parenthood
inefficiently put into effect
failed by society that would not accept
contaminated conceptions
swarmed with wrath
besieged at every intersection
boys physically grow to be man-childs
holding down blocks wit glocs
irrationally questioning their existence
mentality stagnated in perspectives
only value is street respect
the next man knows what to expect-
nothing,
except for the same in return
but the adverse forces - pride and shame
converge on corroded corners
careening towards a collision course
with incarceration or death
Does a bullet have your name on it, next?
whatcha gon do when the guns are drawn?
have your vital principle torn
or take two to the face after
starring down the barrel of frequent or
habitual occurence
vehemence of expression
occur during an indefinite interval
of time
moon brusing a generation
that sculpture distorted futures
in crescent shapes
shape reality on corners,
conforming to a particular
pattern making hustle
"cash rules everything around 'em, cream get the money, dolla dolla bill ya'll."
SHOOTA
yea i get deep as a muh fucka...i know yall aint know i had a vocab...a nigga kaint spell tho LOL...but if you aint educated or whitty enough to understand what i was sayin then i was probably talkin about you...i got 2 lil niggas to be responsible for..i will still shoot your face off...but theres more to life than a hustle and tha block..
NIGGAS!!!!ELIVATE

Heroes:

im my own mutha fuckin hero. shiiiiit lord knows i went through it.. ON MY OWN...
i knoe you understood me.... be there in a minute..........

My Blog

my re-evolution: syndicated

man just sit back.... pay attention The devil was a liar when he told meMy Revolution would not be televised! No. Instead, it will be syndicated years afterFailed preaching's of those who believed the...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:48:00 PST

take it

Car Accident....Broke Body.Broken Mind, Soul, And Heart.Promises of greatness; greatPromises to be great; lost inMy own heart's promises that I'll be Great.Deep breath, Chest still not healed.Sternum ...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:44:00 PST

HATERS

man you remember the picture where im hittin it from the back...i guess somebody flagged my shit because myspace sends me a message to my inbox like we had to delete a photo...so i look and thats the ...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 12:30:00 PST

if i

Took time to consider what I have learned from last year past due bills, bad relationships and all those nightmares. I could smoke all night and wake up and just walk to no where. BECAUSE MY MIND WAS ...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 06:01:00 PST

my flaw

The walkBack to the drawing boardIs a long oneMy legs are numbedFrom the weight on My shouldersAnd the mass in my mindPlucking the strings of my HeartRelentlesslyUntil fingertips bleedWith no compassi...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 05:52:00 PST

i write

I am a brokenhearted writerWhose optimism reflects the pessimistsBut who cares?When there are millionsOf other brokenhearted writers in the world who share that sameUnnecessary drama that wastes quill...
Posted by :::SHOOTAmacMANE::: on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 05:41:00 PST