no i aint my brother, i'm just sad.

sometimes, we gotta forgive and forget. let the past be the past.

you & i know that i aint talkin' bout me.

on another note, i never the least expected you to slap me like that. its like you throwin' me outta 'You're My Brother' circle.

fo that, i'm sorry. i apologize. i aint mad at cha.

i got hoes, brother. but its still Bros Befo Hoes.

movin' on..

i feel like slappin' bus drivers these days. maybe slap em till their forehead stuck to the steerin' wheel. or maybe smash the windows to make way fo their fucked up faces. you raise prices, you introduce fines now you wanna fuck up my ezlink eventhough i used my own shit. racist fucks.

mr driver sir mr driver sir, why you wanna fuck my money sir?
is it cuz i'm dressin too fly huh, sir? or you've never like my brown skin, sir?

biatch!

and momma's still trippin'.

and my money aint in yet.

whut else?

FeeKee D'

YOU aint learnt about ME.
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