Usually I weather … storm …but My Hansel and Grettel …don’t feel like home The lanes change …like Sam Jack~son Tired of these bread crumbs .. But before I rolling stone …I’ma Bless my search lighters with diamonds ..like Kobe’s buying Shipping surplus … till the bus picks me up… Earth swallows me … and says they had enuff … My author arm offers arthritis ..to the fingers I use to write this … and my typist get’s tired …and retires …
I’m gone!!!!!!!!
If my kicking in …ain’t helping the wheels to keep spinn~ing I’ma move and let the daft picks get in it… then Dash in the 50 … Carl Lewis my movements … My high … substance abusing … novices with my music … up seven in the game … seems like we still losing … Zin’ll hit’em with a flurry …stick and move ‘em Till I bruise ‘em ….
Vamoooooooooooseeeeee!
I’m leeeeeeeeeave’innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!(c) mos def
u need people like me so you can point your fuckin fingers n say "thats the bad guy"...You're not good, you just know how to hide. How to lie... Me, I always tell the truth, even when I lie
13. "RE: catch you around next year under a new name" In response to Reply # 12
Hey Zin,
Been gone for awhile..too much going on to really get anything out, but I will miss your writing. I hope that the gentleman doth reconsider.
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five