and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
And I get real frustrated and like I try hard to do it.
I like take my time and it doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate on it real hard and it doesn't work out
And Everything I do and everything I try it never turns out.
It's like I need time to figure these things out.
There's always someone there going

Hey Buddy, you know, we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, you need to maybe get away and like maybe you should talk about it,
you'll feel a lot better

I go no it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure it out.
You know I'll just work it out myself.

And they go well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll
probably feel a lot better if you talk about it, so why don't you talk about it?

I go no. I don't want to talk about it. I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself but they just keep
bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside.

2/18/2010 5:09:28 PM

OH I
OH I

DO A WALK-BY

AND WATCH EVERYBODY DIE

2/18/2010 5:11:11 PM

Wanna Pepsi?

2/18/2010 5:11:16 PM

No, you're on drugs.

2/18/2010 5:11:56 PM

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself.

2/18/2010 5:13:13 PM

I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, what's the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities? So how can you say I'M crazy?”

3/17/2010 5:45:20 PM

This is a story about how my life got turned upside down and I would like to take a minute and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

In west Philadelphia, I was born and raised, where I spent most of my time on the playground, just "Chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool," and playing basketball outside of the school. Well, a couple of guys who were up to no good, began to make trouble in "my" neighborhood. I got into one "little" fight and my mother became scared and sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in Bel Air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way, she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket so I left for the airport.

I get on the airplane and I enjoyed drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. I then wondered if this is what the people of Bel Air live like. I then thought to myself,"hmm this might be allright but wait i hear persy boy liein is this the type of place they should send this cool cat i don't think so we'll see when i get there i hope they're prepared for the prince of bel air."

Well when the plane landed and I came out of it, there was a gentleman that looked like a police officer standing there with my name out. Well, I'm not trying to get arrested, so I ran away and whistled for a taxi cab. Interestingly enough, when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I can say that this cab is "rare," but I told him, "yo homes to Bel Air."

I pulled up to the house at around 7 or 8 PM, and I yelled to the cab driver, "Yo homes smell ya later," because of the bad odor of the taxi cab. I looked at "my kingdom," I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

[Edited on March 17, 2010 at 6:04 PM. Reason : .]

3/17/2010 6:03:14 PM

what song is that, Punk Rock Girl? Detachable Penis?

3/17/2010 6:04:16 PM