Hermosa & the Bi☥ch

All you niggas are my sons... & I have failed you. Should've kicked you out the nest but instead I cradled you. I should've taught you responsibility but instead I took care of you. I should've programmed your mind, so the streets couldn't brainwash you. I taught you about life and how to survive, tell me what exactly is it do y'all feel you were deprived? I did things the way I did because of the choices I made. Who are you or the streets to be throwing my parenting shade? My primary function was to provide for you not the other way around. You came from me that is why I'm ashamed of your choices now. I did what I had to do for the consequences of my actions. I gave you life but the streets want to use you for their own satisfaction. They got you thinking they fathered you. Did the streets do a DNA because I don't recall being they're boo. I fed you from my bosom to ensure you ate, when were the streets ever in a kitchen fixing you...

I’m goin insane from emotions I can’t explain. I created a ton of playlists dedicated to you. But when it comes down to it verbalizing, I get lock jaw. I know every time you leave. I miss you. And every time I claim it’s over I don’t want us to be through. Love is an emotion I just don’t trust…. You have ROBbed me of my heart and all logic. So when I look to my future I see you apart of it. I can’t think straight when I’m around you and I can’t breathe when you are away. In my life I want… I need you to stay. I love you more and more every day.  Always, Your baby

-this was contributed by my buddy Truth- Kissin and suckin on ur neck U already kno i got dem Trojanz on deck. Kissin dwn ta ur waist line Babii it's time I make diz pussy mine. Head in between ur thighz No need lookin dwn hea babii juz close ya eyez. Eatin on yo sweet peach Time ta make ma tongue reach... U grip tha sheetz Fa ma head u start ta reach Ya body and legz shakin I make u cum now babii it's time fa love makin. I float ma boat inside ur ocean Givin u diz magic potion Bed rockin in dat bak, forth motion. Get up babii and bend it ova We aint done, diz aint ova. I hit it frum tha bak On dat azz u kno ima smack Babii arch it up Now guh throw it bak. Now push me ta tha bed Dnt ask questionz juz do wat i said. Climb on top, take control Lemme see how u make dem hipz roll. Wat u waitin fa babii letz go..

i met these two gorgeous girls with low self esteem & they are always crying bout how fake their ‘real’ friends are, so i occasionally send them quotes or pic msgs saying that they are beautiful but yet they don't consider me one of their REAL friends. That is funny to me. Ppl consider the ppl they went to school w/ & they hung w/then as their REAL friends but ppl who they meet later in life are they're associates. Thou these new ppl do more for them than majority of their old friends. Or because their old friend would fight with them instead of telling them to walk away like their new friend does, they value the old friend. But who is going to bail you out now? If u are almost thirty & your old friend still think y'all should behave like y'all did bout 15 yrs ago no matter if y'all have kids now, are they really good company? Can you take them out the hood? Or is it your desire to stay rooted there as well? Maybe I dream too much. Maybe I set too hi...