How hard is it to understand?

Stop reading my blog. I make my videos to Chris Brown n Seysoh. And I make the videos public, because they force me to. They live on the next town of this world. But I still can be in their beds, same time. Aint I cool? I don't give a fuck what you think really. Isnt that obviouse, all now? I am not like you and I don't like you. Why do you think, that I don't walk outside? I will bring you back. I will make everything alright. Who are you to try to stop me? Make mi tell yuh aint ntn but a pussiee. Revelation, reveal itself. I don't think that I am God. God lives within me and I feel that. Will you try to lock me up now again? Mi a seh, suck yuh muma. Hateful I am not. But you are simply to stupid for me, spread my love. I have been there, in Nine Mile and mi waah guh back to Him grave. Because Bob Marley a mi bredda, we just have different mothers. While God are our father still. Uzimi? Lightning, Thunder, Brimstone and fire. Seysoh now. My pretty little baby boy (L).

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