Bang

I could aim, but I could not fire. Got a Bullet to spare, to kill my desire. Who's calling the shots? One of us must make the Peace... to have or to have Not. The fire has got to cease. Friday was filled with an array of emotions, from down to up, from up to down. We rise and fall. You were- you still are, trigger happy Baby. But I take these bullets as If I can never die- immortal. Coming to terms that I am actually mortal and I can only take but so many shots. If I did believe in the art of war, I'd carry an AK47 and fire back- twice as hard. But I make love. I search for peace... therefore I wear my heart as a shield, it sits there right on my sleeve... you see its condition, yet you fire more. I'm here to let you know: that everything you have is nothing that I need.

"They Shooting! ah made you look..."

goodmorning Sunshine. I woke up at 6:3o am expecting to do the 8-3 thing... but instead I stayed home! :)

I fucked with the Mac Daddy as usual... *cheese*

Texted on the Purp.

Later... went shopping! like usual... $$$$$

Came home, threw on the Stussy dress...

and

I

M*thaf*ckin'

Killed it.

effortlessly.

AS USUAL.