from what i understand, this where he stands a normal day on the parking lot, me n chocalate bopping bop mhel walks away, his girl looks his way, and the group flow stop its like we needed the extra hop, to follow him and ask what up "leave me alone", "ima go home", his shit kill the flow then he said " fuck you all" and that tied the pretty red bow on top of it all. indeed jan.4 was a good fucking show struggles, and stress, rumbles, and fresh gonna tell the story while the dude p.m.sing his girl adoring him so much but he ignoring, she started snoring sucked other guys dicks, with a top to bottom licks we all got sticks, then dudes had to get their noses fixed, and stitched all these actions concentrated into a 7 day period i'm serious, he showed to school one day with cuts on both arms looking delirious niggers on the other side of this was furious mhel had drove away, from the ghetto life and dove a different way i guess fate, is what made him stand in fronta 4 niggers figures, a dirty look and a baseball bathe snapped em like twiggers wiggles, away snickers,and the ghetto chapter which snap her and him is all over, nigger free to fly dover the drugs over he sober, feels good to have a nigger returned everything go back to normal the court is adjerned we all earned, what we deserve in mhels case he got his just desserts

in my life i've had alot of friends, that make my weekends but this dude was different he never thought of what is or what isn't so listen, just a regular day at the parking lot niggers talk about smoking pot, dude walk over his name is cyrus hes what i needed he was the climax, in imax we talken everyday, then he brought up the game he starts rappen his words made me snap and thats what i need to happen, i pretty much jumped in his lap then i said, "homie teach me to rap and, me and you will be trappen this shit by suprise", he took a deep sigh, till the dude say "fine" i got out my paper, and then he said wait here he took 3 steps away, then said homie fresh is your name i started writen bout my hood, till the shit got good and what i should, do with myself, influence which i fell for, how i got kicked out the door, my time on the b-ball court i wrote about snare, i rapped about despair i never stopped, i always bopped, i left tear in every spiral i use, i'd chug that booze to stay awake at night, curfues nine? id write till midnight me n chocalate would rap at the parking lot with the beat on max it was the bopping block the barking got hot, the walk and stop and listen to some rap when you were with us you never need a map, just lie down n take a nap then will i is came in the picture, his sound just hit your everything, now we had anything, then with a silent ding i gave them an idea, lets be a group me n chocalte and is wanted to see a studio and this thing got us closer garenteed more for, us and then we picked up our DJ from the sofa K.G.S.V., drove our careers like the chaffeur i didn't want it to be over my lyrical sound let chocalate get sober then he said he's moving to compton we all did our best but nothing could stop him the fucker did nothing but sin, i lost trust in him and i didn't give a fuck, he could suck shit all day, i stopped saying hey every time, he always had his way but motherfucker im from the westlake bay i cut our friendship ties, since he called me fresh they were all lies i told him fuck you and i said my goodbyes the fucker aint a rapper, he a crapper he draws, with his big black paws and he cooks, with his faggot cook books and he tricked me with his lyrical looks let his shit go to compton fuck him, let him, come back i'll stomp him mop him, around this lot and so much for boppen i want my old friend back the east coast chocalate rap in my life this just another flap in my mentally insane mind i adapt

yes, my name is fresh, cali bound cuz u.p.s shipped my shit and shut a whole life in one night got no wife, so i guess the knife, didn't kill much such,things like friends aint nothen but trends and trends end, dead before you gotta message to send my words offend, do i care friend? i was taught to transcend, i shoulda stole that mans mercedes benz just ten,dencies of a civilized man, in a civilized world with a civilized van, and no civilized girl a just realized plan, through brown real eyes, girl even though things changed, even though shit was pre-arranged i engaged, the move as a new story to blaze a new stage, new friend paige, ruins dates no matter the age the east coast taught me to obligate the perpectuality of a mental sage o fresh, what do i do wat do i press? do i fuck him or do i dress? should i waste this where i invest? or should i just pick up this mess? they only listen to what i says what a blast, hustling with chinese fortunes in the back i keep the stash i wanna focus on the real story contents may be real gory be what it be it aint fucking boring i go to school every day of my life A's and B's to try to live up to my parents hype write and type those home papers till 12 am i formed an underachiever cause thats what i am the card came home "bryan what the fuck, we gave you everything you need you can't fucking suck schools gonna get you far not your little black piers Ruth get me the belt bryan suck up the tears" "hit me if you want i got no fears fuck me over dad send me back to the sears tower if you want i'll survive on my own" "maricon go to your room " the threat is already thrown blacken my face out no emotions are shown rush up the stairs relationships are torn i got an attide , it's flying altitude my teacher slapped me cuz im very rude my girl loves me cause im overly prude my work ethic is mechanically built starting soph year my letts began to tilt in the positive way, it was a positive day but you don't understand the way i live i got hit, cause my attitude aint fit "bryan you need discipline, military immaculate" i'll run away fore i reach that road trip they don't give one about the words i rip or the lyrics i spit, shit, they hit me the day found out about it "para colombia te vas, no te aguanto mas para que aprendas a respetar, fucking callate te portaras eres un hombre, aseguro que lloraras, pobre queraras regando te va gustar, nadie te va querer dar" i myself have internal moral conflicts i burn like an inferno every second the clock ticks i dont believe in dicksucking the cock licks itself, cuz i drive my own lifei m in the cock pits my mentalities set on what the crowd picks for me to do, im the guru,ima do what i wanna do cuz thats who, fresh is, my minds set on the best biz i dont care who i dis, ill crush his nobody can tell me nothen, my mouths open

my notebook ran outta pages i got a new one =)