ALL THESE MISSED CALLS

As you all know, I'm moving in 11 days and counting.
And yes, I'm sorta sad or depressed or however you wanna call it.
At the same time, I'm excited for new life and new beginnings.
Everybody and they mama, been calling me.
But I just haven't felt like answering the phone or being bothered, yall know how I get.
I go into seclusion....

Besides, whats to talk about?

You see who yo real friends are when its time to move....
Now all of a sudden everybody and they mama got something to do on Saturday, so they can't help me load up my truck.
Granted, I know marks hate moving, as do I, however, I'm not taking much, I just need help loading my truck up and getting my rental car, cause I'm giving my car to the Salvation Army.
I'll use it as a tax write off for next year.

"You don't even know what a tax write off is?"-Jerry Seinfeld
"I don't, but they know, and they're the one's who's writing it off..."-Cosmo Kramer

Other than that, PCC is still free and he's been calling the hell outta me. He was able to get a continuation. But I ain't even tryna fuck with him, I already said my goodbyes and let him go in my mind. So I have no use for him. He'll get the point soon enough, as he continues to call....

Then, so called friends, calling me to kick it, BITCH (nigga), I don't want to kick it. I need help moving, so if you can't help me, FUCK OFF!!! You live with yo grandmama and you can't drink and kick it in her house and so does all your friends (still live with they mammies), so don't try to come here to kick it at my shit, BITCH, you can't help move, I can't help you have a place to kick it. DRINK AND DRIVE BITCH!!! And enjoy your wedding, which is so more important than helping a "friend" move....

My ex from 1997, keeps calling me. So the FUCK what you here in Chicago and wanna see me. FUCK YOU!!! You supposedly a fake rap star now, well, I'm not kicking it with you on your terms, cause honestly, I don't want to fuck you. Now fly me out to L.A. and trick off some dough and then maybe we can holla. But he don't want me around them industry niggas....understood. HATER!!!

Mom popped over my crib, to show her fake concern, but didn't offer any assistance. Talking to me bout how she know a lady that works at Home Depot, who's hiring, making $10. Excuse me, but $10 will not sustain me. Maybe when I was 19. I can't do shit with a $10/hr job, but be broke. Some solution....Then she goes on to say, well, the lady has a house, kids, etc...and she's maintaining....I wanted to say, "BITCH!!! Don't compare my situation to anyone else's. I'm leaving and thats final. Besides, I'm tired of this city and I need a change in pace. And you ain't offering no help, so suck on my NUTS!!!"

I went to a BBQ, Sunday, the women were Puerto Rican(3) and the rest of the BBQ consisted of all niggas. But that food was FIIII. They made some Puerto Rican rice with garbanzo beans and spaghetti, with grilled chicken, no BBQ sauce, but it wasn't needed.... I smashed!!! I love Ricans!!! Luckily there were no Rican niggas there...cause it woulda been ONE!!!!

Do yall know, Sunday was my first time ever in life getting in the fire hydrant?
Yes, I grew up in the projects, but mom wouldn't let me go out and play in the hydrant.
That shit was fun and refreshing, besides I was drunk and it was hot....as hell, like I ever been to hell....*lol*

Old School Music always makes me feel better, this one is...

STRAIGHTEN IT OUT - PETE ROCK & CL SMOOTH
I love the horns, it makes me know everything gone be aiight....


Classic!!!