Sometimes hostility seems like the only understandable feeling when dealing with people who are untrue to their word. Years have past, but this is still the wild west; you’d get gunned down for that shit. A man who doesn’t keep his word is lower than the dirt he’s standing on, and that’s where he ultimately belongs. Regardless, I’ll continue to remain cool, calm and collected because in the end I’m going to get whats coming to me, as will they.
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream. Afraid to sleep, I’m having crazy dreams. Vivid picture of my enemies - family times. God forgive me because it’s wrong, but I plan to die.
Life is a game to be played. Once you know the rules and levels of what the game is then the world ain’t no trick anymore. I’m seeing nothin but my dreams coming true, while I’m starin at the world through my rearview.
My speech on Gangsta rap was a success! My professor liked it so much she entered me in the speech tournament in April! Leggo
Today was the day I prepped all week for: An interview for a position that would highly compliment my resume in public relations. After numerous consultations with my journalism and public speaking professors, I felt confident and ready. Upon my arrival I waited in the cold as my interviewer had not arrived. After a half hour of waiting he shows up and pulls me aside. 30 minutes later I’m dancing on the stage next to the dj. I’m officially a club promoter! :)