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What's on my mind

I'm so fly you would think I'm winging it  Cops are after cause I be killing it And I'm talking about people's dreams and fantasies I'm king of flows so adress me as your majesty Causeing more murders than a shakepearean tragedy Money flying in pocket rapidly I dont need auto tune to beat you niggas and I can say that proudly  Also thing all bluegrass is lousy  I think I at a higher level lyk I just smoked a bowl But don't call me a pothead just an asshole Cooking up crazier shit than chef Gordon Stitched up colors lyk air Jordan  Confusing how I'm so bright and I'm faded Yes that new game coming out but I already played it  Niggas all goo ga for the model I already dated I live it for now cuz I don't if their is s later  So I'll always rep IHOP international. House of papers Since I don't stay out of trouble I hope my mother keep I'm her prayers Fake niggas cry over spilt milk while I cry over spilt blood Crazy how I say this serious shit but laugh lyk I just rolled out a comedy club So it's no wonder I 

These are the days my Friend

*Chirp*chirp* The songs of the blue jay resonates from the tree that seems to be the stronghold of this mighty forest. The roots entangle all other plants and appear to stretch to the far ends of the earth. As each creature begins its routine. Deer run and leap, squirrels play along the extravagant roots, each bird begins to line to sing the anthem of the forest. While in one particular borrow their lies a single raccoon. He is old fur matted and falling out, each step slower than the last, but mind as sharp and cunning as the young wolf. He is treated respectably in this community, or so he would like to wish. Many give looks of pity, disregard, malice, annoyance, and some don't even acknowledge  his existence. Each morning the old raccoon goes picks at some food scraps lying in plain sight. He no longer has the strength to gather real nourishment. Rumor has it the old fur ball survives on pure willpower, but where does the willpower come from? As the old raccoon returns home to the rotting root that is his home, and begins to nestle back into place he notices something missing. Well for you see each night since the raccoon has began sleeping in this root he heard the drill of a young woodpecker. The old fur ball grew bewildered wondering where could the redheaded brat could be. So he mustered up the strength of his old bones to go looking before dusk came. After some time he reached the home of most woodpeckers. 

  Here he saw many participating in different activities and games of sorts, but couldn't help but notice one woodpecker that truly caught his attention. Young lad who drilled into his home every night. See the young little pecker was sitting to himself yammering some nonsense under his breath. So the Old fur ball approached him. Why "Why hello their young one" "Who are and what do you want crapface" replied the ill tempered woodpecker. "Why I'm the owner of the root you drill that bright mouth of yours into each day and through the night". "Oh so its you figured you didn't want making any more holes since no one really want me around" commented the woodpecker. "Now what makes you think that" questioned the raccoon. "No one can hear what I am saying or really tries to understand what i need, they just remind me of my problems and remind why i should hate myself." the woodpecker cried. "Well do you even know what it is you need" asked the raccoon. "No i have know idea i just feel the need to express myself, i just want to be able to be me with other people cheering me on and telling me how i fly and what i do is amazing". "Well maybe i could help you " explained the raccoon. "I need a friend as well , for in these times I've grown mighty lonely. So i tell you what my new friend when you wish to express yourself you may use my root all day, and when you just wish to talk these old ears will listen." "Why would you do that for me crapface" wondered the woodpecker. "Simple its not when we have no one around that we feel lonely, it is when we feel that there is no one who we can talk to. Those are the days of true loneliness, and no soul deserves such an experience 

This is My Boss

I walk to get my paycheck and of course she asks that I'm not late today... Biiiitch you don't pay me enough to be on time. Then she asked are you tired, I can tell cause your eyes are low. No hoe I'm high as fuck. I can't talk to your ass sober

" Once upon a time there was this village where everyone shared knowledge and ideas on how to do things.  In this village lived a very smart young man named Theodore. He was pretty much a genius who understood everything. From the stars in the sky to the fish underwater. He knew how to make the perfect peanut butter and jelly and could create airplanes from scratch.  The entire village lovec and praised Theodore's mind because it could understand so much but as time went Theodore started to notice something and there was one thing that he didn't understand.  The thing he didn't understand was love. so he traveled the world talked to many people and learned many things but still didn't understand love. So one day he met a woman named Melissa who spent a lot of time with him on his journeys through love. As time went along Theodore and Melissa enjoyed each others company but sometimes got mad each other ane even argued but the whole time they never left each other's side and that's when Theodore finally understood love. Its not just a simple word but an incredibly feeling of a great bond between two souls something so strong it could withstand the worst of storms. It was something so great kings even bowed down to its power. And so Theodore took his love for Melissa and married her and so they found a home and raised beautiful children who grew up to spread the great understanding of love." THE END. - Jacoby Garnett