"Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best
And your intentions aren't to bother me
But honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people
We can kick it and just listen to
Some music with a message, like we usually do
And we'll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners
I hope you'll understand that I'll be here
Not there in the kitchen
With the girl who's always gossiping about her friends"
-alessia cars 'here'man . do i have a lot to say about that fuck ass place we call school . the place where you're tested on your mental, physical, emotional, spiritual, and financial stability. it really isn't shit . well, i mean, there is good times there (for some people.) with all the fake people, bitch ass teachers, and bug headed ass principals.
it's so crazy how your parents send you there to get education, but you really going there to get judged, (probably) bullied, and for a letter that determines who you're going to be in the future . yeah, sure "you're going to be judged wherever you go," but by a bunch of kids, and adults who expect you to get every answer right? BULLSHIT . my ass would rather be in the house reading articles and shiz, then going there, learning stuff that i'm not even going to remember the next week, let alone the future.
we also need to learn more about African American history, other than all these white people (no offense.) because black people have done a lot of things, besides be in slavery for 245 years, and be "ghetto".
what happened to personality? it's like all that matters is what's on the outside. if you wearing the new Jordan's every week, or got a new hairstyle every five days . the hell? I don't have the money to do all that, so my ass be having on Converse.
two updates in one day? yeah, i'm on the roll like cottonelle .
-stay wavy, Kay 👻
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[pursuit of happiness.]
Spirituali mean, i ain't no Shakespeare, but i can make ya brain shake.