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(OMB)-Diary
March 13th, 11:40pm.
Fuck... Cant sleep... Back is fucked ima attempt to stretch it ... That just hurt to the shithouse cos of my chest infection Dammit what am I sick for... This never happens, plus I got work soon Maybe somethin I ate.. I dunno... But prolly, cos my stomach hurts too Ive had a fever since lunch... Reminds me of when I got measels or mumps n' Im still thinkin about my girl even though I aint seen her for months Split, internationally, unwillingly... I miss her, she was my one and only She really loved and knowed me...Gettin lotsa pussy, but I still feel lonely.. Was it the right decision to move... Sometimes I question my motives Was it really for work and rap.. Or was it to escape from the epicenter of hopeless Back in Diego, My family was always holdin me down.. Moms constantly told me to frown.. Pops never at home or around I didnt need that, and at times it seemed like they tortured my presence Thats why i need rap...... My single most loved form of expression |
March 14th, Mid-day
Aint go to work today.... No wonder im livin' bummy Nose is runny, got a sharp stabbin pain in the tummy I was gonna see a doctor, but fuck it think of the cash id needa borrow I could drown my sorrows in weed but theyd just come back tomorrow Been there, done that, Got the t-shirt Walked that road over n' over till my feet hurt... im like a anime cartoon... stewin in a dark room Part 1: OMB goes crazy... there aint no part 2 Sorry for my pessemism, but its hard to ignore the provocative shit fucked in the guts, horribly sick... dont happen often, im usually on the positive tip |
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