My First D.U.I. (decision using instincts)

Drunk drivin' down memory lane...with Hennessey cups, Philly dutches, feeling F***ed up mixed in with resentment and pain...my brain twitches off the thoughts brainstorming and rain...karma's the author of strange,awkward, derogatory words filling my feelings...4eva, falling down,cuz when it all boils down...its like oiling my crown...try 2 sheen away the dandruffs,but they stand tough and gather around...what i'm saying is as the days go on it gets bigger...anticipating pain like Advil babysitting get it? maybe my minds 2 complex,but the contents are gems you should share,or maybe you should wear don't waste your time staring cuz then u preparing to lose more than what was lost in the this first thought...cant use your brains so its all instincts and a pinch of heart!

Another 365 till the Next 1 ( Chancey's B-Day)

And so it goes.

I mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed.
I finish up the peanut butter jelly you get on your ?Router? but never eat.


I still pee in bottles
I play at your graduation parties
I have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.

My friends are rich and I love it.
'Cause it makes me look wealthy too.

Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.

I was your favorite "I'm the first person to know about this guy" album.


I dance to Easy Lover by Phil Collins in a drunken stupor
until MA and GARY tell me to go the fuck home and kick me out.

I make mistakes
I love we hate
I'm not angry anymore though


Still miss you
still love you
Like a slug hates salt
and I'm still Chancey













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Teezy da don with supa producer Juven,Me and Mr. Ketchup











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ITS A NEW DAY

Whats the purpose of being mad over conditions of last nite.....certain situations over stand....and its sad people try to fight...what they cant see...antsy...aint the way to be, Emotions from yesterday let em escape to the way of capital F'it sea, no effort,let it be, See its a new day,being that we cant change past moments, worrying bout that in present presents future bad omens, strange to know, so my guardian angel halo's my fitted cap, where eva i go....

So bright the orange,red,yellow sun....or a function of fireballs, wuteva fits ya tounge, hear the birds chirp above, grass sprouts with love, getting my ass out the tub, the new days begun...with beautiful ultra-violet rays and um blue skies playing over my future greys, gracefully i grab guc, no marc jacob shades and kite away, so high like blast off, my minds a canvas being painted by BOB ROSS, or a seed deeply rooted in apple sauce...and the cost of paying mind 2 reading this prolly aint as much 2 trying 2 defeat being defeated kids....