Cruising w/no bruising me ego..

Ahh, ja know.. the fuck with it. If the bastard ain't got shit for me, fuck it. I have to say.. I love working with the asshole. He dives into adrenaline rush, and we get it done in a heartbeat. I ain't sitting here taking it up the ass, or give the Grandboy a show, just as long he ain't bitchin'. I can hang with his little punk ass games.

I'm just spacing and thinking about the jams that kicked ass in my time.. and how it would be today, if I still roam free.. Sure ain't bitchin' that for sure..

Aii, tomorrow.. I play the nice lil'ol Gransmother and take Granson to school.. and back out in the field and kick butt..

I'm so fucken pissed, I don't know how to feel about the new shit I'm dealing with. So, hard to put up with him. He's like a dumbass kid, too fuckin old to put up with his shit. Man, motherfucker, I'm so damn pissed. Hellbent is just as cool as ice on this plate..

Fuck it... I just keep cleaning and learning.. One of these days.. I'll pump up the drugs and kick ass on my own, once again.

Days like this, I just wanna roll a dubby with a good soul and have stoked time on the rebound.. fuck yeah..