Man, being at school just feels different.
I dont feel like painting a portrait with my language today, so I'll cut chase.
Just...here man, it feels like the majority of niggas here are trying.
Feels like they need an attention fix.
Lame.
Then its just me. Chilling dolo. I dont need a pack of niggas all wearing the same shit (snapback, nike kicks, some shirt) roaming the campus by my side. It's just me and my occasional boys, but other than that, Im booming grounds.
Then some people talk to me. The conversation tends to end with "your such an asshole".
I beg to differ.
I guess its fresh for females to actually meet someone who doesnt want shit from em...mainly pussy.
Cant knock never knock a niggas grind out here, if thats what you want, go for it, but to these broads, I aint gonna fake on yall man. I cant.
I guess Im an asshole because Im keeping it a 100.
Kills how people say they want the real, yet shy away from it.
Aint fucking my grind though on the true. I just feel like Im living a jet life: doing what I want and not conforming for no hoe.
Not everyone can be "that" nigga, so why they tryna stunt?
This gonna be a long semester and I still dont have housing. Shit tough out here.
UMBC eats it's young.
Well, so does America when I think about it.
Later Days
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