Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up

Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips

Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up

Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply

Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce

Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it

Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit

Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too

Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin

Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh

Now thats the 10 crack commandments.

I'm 18.

Too lazy to upload pictures.

Anyways, I kinda gave up on my life. AKA: Always late for work and calling in "sick", I havn't been to school in a month (literally), missed all my dance performances (festival, school shows, middle school shows), and I smoke too much gonja.

No motivation. I don't even know if I'll graduate. I went home today for the first time since my debut, I think it's time to get my head strait and focus on graduating.

That's pretty much my life + a significant other.

Happy D-24.

Never.

UPDATTTTTTTTE

I decided I'm not going to go to camosun tomorrow because I didnt do my 12 page paper. In fact, I just started tonight and I'm only on the third page. Its a bull shit assignment, but making up what you ate for 3 weeks is kinda hard, I'm running out of ideas. I keep saying, cookies, muffins, chicken fajita wraps, stir fry and so on. I got so desperate I put cucumbers and vinegar, just because rj  likes them.

Well update for what happened lately:

I got my first ticket.. too many passengers in my car, and it was my first road block ever in my entire life. "it's just peanut butter officer" and blow my smoke in your face.. biatches.

spring break wasnt bad after all, I hella had company every night which was tight and pretty much drank the whole week. I taught blitz and drew how to drive and yes, they do learn from the best. They are soooo good I'm so happy. I went driving a little too much over the break and ended up spending like 10$ a day on gas, maybe even more.

Me drew and blitz decided to "ring the bell". It was the scariest thing in my life and I was scared because I can't run like I use to. Right when drew wrang the bell blitz just ran like his ass was on fire and I was.. running the terry fox. Shiiiit that shit scares me so bad. Then when driving through the dark part there, ya'll know what I'm talking about, I kept thinking about that shutter ghost coming up to my effin' window.

I love working. I love stacking that paper then spending it. Dammmn I just bought a 100$ jacket, a 50$ hat, and an ipod. Im looking into buying a camera and a cd deck for the car now. And maybe, finally pay for my bills? hahaa.

Debut plans: omfg its in 3 weeks and there is soooooo much shit like.. NOT DONE. I'm slowly realizing that I STILL HAVE NO INVITATIONS and im fucked over cuz what if they don't get here in time, that means no one is invited, how fucking fun is that. My dresses need to be altered cuz they too long, the girls dresses are too short.. what the hell mang. MY DANCE IS NOT DONE. I still need performers. I WANT MY LECHON.

Anyways, dance.. is.. meh. Im not interested anymore. But danceworks was alllright. Didnt make it to Gala but we were on the alternative, the battle and thats right. It was tight i guess except some people really need to wear deoderant sometimes. maybe just once in your life.

ANYWAYS. I keep procrastinating and I really don't wanna do this paper but i have to.

I want the Jordan 3 black cats and the flips. Someone wanna donate money to breast cancer? I think so.

I'm in need of love.. so let's dip out outta here....

NOT AGAINNN.. crap.

Time does heal wounds.