Try to refrain from being violent but you come out your face…
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The following post comes to you in high definition ghetto. May not be suitable for CHILDREN.
Lately, I’ve been on my zen shit right? I’ve been reevaluating some things, putting things in perspective, restoring order, cleaning house if you will. I’ve been existing on some philosophical, live and let live, everything happens for a reason and all those other cliches type level and I’m trying real hard to hold on.
But I’m about to let go of that shit for a minute.
I am not, by nature, a violent person. I AM however, by nature, someone that does not like to be fucked with under any circumstances for any reason. And that’s a pretty human desire to have, right? To be left alone, free to live your life.
So that’s why I can’t FOR THE LIFE OF ME figure out why bitches won’t let me live.
I play my part. I keep my shit to myself, I get on my grown woman shit, and I K.I.M. Why can’t you do the same? WHY YOU KEEP BRINGING UP OLD SHIT?!?!?!
Cuz I ain’t never been a sucka/been gangsta my whole life/so if a nigga disrespect me then it’s on on sight/I hear what you say in your songs/some of it I don’t like/keep up, I feel tried/I see you we gone fight…
I’m living my process, but I’m doing it alone. I let things settle and anything I felt was unresolved, I sought resolution within myself, not involving any outside parties no matter how much easier that would have been for me. I did what I said I was going to do. I faded to black.
See all that whispering is lame/I ain’t one for the games/If I say fuck you/Then it’s fuck you nigga/Simple and plain/I say no problem it’s no problem/pimp can you do the same/or you just swallow your pride/cuz you know I’m off the chain
But I can’t abide childish bullshit. And even more than that, I CANNOT abide just plain ole, low down, dirt.
You’re playing dirty bitch and it’s only so much longer I’m going to hold on to my newfound peaceful nature.
Consider that your first, final and only warning.
I’d like to go into specifics, but now that I know I’m being blog stalked and shit and that anything I say could very well be used to hurt someone I love more than this life and the next, I’ll keep it at this vague diatribe. But real talk…
I’m LOOKING for an excuse.
Give me one.