Wow about time I updated this thing.  I have been in a world of shit lately. I got my celly jacked down in Codman Sq. by a group of black kids (4 of em) they were walking by me and one of em snatched it off my clip so I chased them but they all split up and I eventually caught one of them and beat the living shit out of him then looted him for being an accessory to my cell getting stolen. Now 2 days later I'm burnin down with my boy Moe and this mother fucker named D. After we are done burnin D asks me to see my sack then he immediately puts in a pocket. At first I thought he was joking around but it turns out this mother fucker was on some shit after we were burnin. I tell him to give it back because I don't feel like beefin him cuz hes like 6'3 250 and I'm 5'10 165 and I dont feel like getting my ass beat, I mean I can bang but I just have no chance and Moe doesnt want to get involved so I don't blame him. Kids like this are going to fucking learn their fucking lesson. Wether it be a pair of knucks or a .45 mother fucking colt, I am going to start putting mother fuckers like this in their place. If I were you and you knew me, I wouldn't fuck with me...

[2Pac] If I could recelect before my hood dayz I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz. i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em they stressed and goin under. we never really went through that cause we was born ???? today things change,its a shame they blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange for them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed and it hurts. cause any day theyll push the button. and yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob they died for nothin. make the people teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes you see it clearly. theres no need for you to fear me. if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me. it aint about black or white, cause we're humani hope you see the light before its ruiend my ghetto gospel [Chorus] x 3 those who wish to follow me i welcome with my hands and the red sun sings so loud into the hills of of gold and peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns Tell me do you see that old lady she aint sad living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy. and shes gonna give birth to a baby? i shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects jumped into another form of slavery. and even now i get discouraged. i wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage. i refuse to be a role modle. i keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle. i make mistakes, i learn from everyone. and when its said and done, ill be called a better one. if i strecth you dont stretch. never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet. i feel his hands on my brain. when i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing. but am i any less holy, i choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies? and then world peace, we tried and failed now theres war in the streets my ghetto gospel. think about the quotes and reply.

Iight last night Mat (balla) asks me to chill, so we do and we roll up on some bitches houses in HP (Hyde Park for those of you not from Boston) and we r there for a total of like 10 mins and it was fucking POINTLESS. So we go back to grab a bus at Walcott Sq. and I decide I'm gonna twist up a blunt before we go back to Mat's house last nigth so we do and it was possibly the best blunt I've ever twisted, but I spun it in less than 30 secs. I ended up staying over his house night and I took 4 Adderall (BAD idea at 7:30 PM)... 2:30 AM rolls around, still not sleeping. So we decide to smoke in his basement (after much convincing)...not much happened after that... but I have been awake since 10 AM on Monday.. sweet times lemme tell ya...

::cough:: sarcasm ?