Her face was stoned with shock on the other end of the fone
word back home was you hada a special friend
so wat was so special then
you have givin away witout gettin at me
thats ya boy
how many times you forgivin me
how was i to know u was plain sick of me
I know da way a nigga was livin was wack
but you dont get a nigga back lik dat
ima man wit pride you dont do shit like
you dont jus pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
you dont throw away what we had just like dat...
-Song Cry by Jay Z
Sometimes we never understand wen thangs are too late. Sometimes we lose faith in the world because of things that happen to us. Someone once told me you gotta look at the brighter side of things, but wen theres no brighter side to look at where do you look next? i guess u jus look up and have faith u going where your eyes leading you. Sometimes i truely feel lik i should give up but den i rememeber im not a quiter. But what if i jus stop trying??? Am i still considered a quitter i mean im goin gwit the flow and what happens happens right? i guess not, but den that gives u an excuse, but all my life i heard and now its crazy because my cuzzin now has it as her voicemail...
Excuses are tools of the incompetence which build monuments of nothing so there for there are no excuses…
FML
-Aye E
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