I sold my soul to the devil... the price was cheap. Aiyo its cold on this level... but its twice as deep. It's 2 o clock and I'm just about to hit the streets... Till I knock off this bag, I don't get to eat. Sometimes thats the only reason why I hustle, step on toes, strong arm, show a little muscle. Ain't the real dude, thats why I feel so frustrated, I hate it, to see bitch ni**as who made it. I'm robbin people just as broke as my self, fuckin with SC, aint to good for a ni**as health. Wheres the wealth? Ain't here Dun. I gots to make my rounds. So I do whatever for the dollar... fuck it. You know me... I'm Charlie Brown...
hey... thanks man, sorry i didnt get to talk to you at homecoming though, but you and me need to hang out sometime cause its been awhile. this weekend i went to river's edge campground for fall fest... and its a sad story cause it just wasnt the same. there were no crazy pp, no happy mother's day man, and no snake bake the whole cake. it just wasnt the same with out you shaking a raw mountian pie in my face. anyhow, there shall be another one for halloween, and it would be great fun of you to come. adios chica, talk to you soon. ~billie~
p.s. i think i am one of the few who will read your journal and realize how crazy those pp really were that you were talkin bout from your younger years... aww memories, well at least what we can remember. ~billie~
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