Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Younger self
Younger self
My men
Don't be down
Don't get bad friend
Drinking every day or 2 weeks
Sometime you do
Sometime you don't
My man, get a life
Do you what to get money
Don't still money from
Your abuts
Go find a job
Or ask your mom to give you money
$150 not $1.50
My men
Don't be down
Don't get bad friend
Drinking every day or 2 weeks
Sometime you do
Sometime you don't
My man, get a life
Do you what to get money
Don't still money from
Your abuts
Go find a job
Or ask your mom to give you money
$150 not $1.50
RAIN
Rain
The gray rain
The street so cold
why is it so cold
there is no sun
No light coming out
The rain is cold, that never stops
Too lazy and gray to go out
Want to stay home
The sky have no happiness, just cry
A crying little kid looking for his mom
The gray rain
The street so cold
why is it so cold
there is no sun
No light coming out
The rain is cold, that never stops
Too lazy and gray to go out
Want to stay home
The sky have no happiness, just cry
A crying little kid looking for his mom
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
LIFE WITH A CRAZY WIFE
There are cops around me, just walking back and forth. There is a woman on the floor and blood is all around her. She wrote something with her blood, she wrote,"Baby come back." She died with a happy face and tears coming down her face. That was a crazy bitch that you never seen before. She was so crazy she tried to kill my friend.
One year back, I was a man half Dominican and half Cuban. I was a man with business, you know what that means, money, and I lived with my mom. I was just a loco Latino going around and looking for nice girls to be my wife. I felt like a big pendejo when I could not find a single one.
I went back to my store, the bar, it is on 117 street and the west side. There are many white people with big plata, money, you know, with money. They have new year cars and nice clothes.
Oh man you don’t know me but I will tell you, on Sunday, I drink and put sad songs on the stereo and cry like a man, so mach. That is the best day I have, but when I get home, my mom tells me, "Look at this baby man, what a pendejo son I have, why God, why you just give me this son?" I walk away and tell her God did not give you this son, it was a Diablo. That’s a bad man to know. I went to my room and cried, afraid that what my mom told me was all true, what kind of son I was. I needed a wife, a woman that could change my life with kids.
4 months pass and 3 days. One afternoon I'm in my bar, and there she was, that hot chick. It felt that she was a gift from the devil. I was in love and that was a loco love like I never before had. She had a good body and her ass was like every man wants to touch it and squish it. It makes you want to have sex with her every day.
I tried to talk with her but I couldn’t, and she was getting next to me. "Hi, such a cute boy I have never seen," she said, "You have a good ass… no hi ….. how was the day, no…. what is your name?" Oh my god I was so nervous to talk with her. She was laughing and her name was Jessica, Jessica said, "I love you" and I got red and fell in love.
We were going out and time passed. I was finding out what a crazy, jealous type of girl I had. But it was too late because we got married. Every time I was going out with my friend, Jessica would call me every 3 minutes.
"What is wrong with this woman, my man, just tell her we are going to the bar to have a drink."
I got my phone and turned it off so she could not call me. Me and my friend were drinking and drowned all the good times and sad times in the alcohol.
I woke up and it was 3 Am. I smelled like an old men. We left the store running because I forget to pay for everything we drank. I couldn't remember why I was there, I thought, thought, and thought. But to remember what it was, I was getting a big headache. There was an old man looking at me as if I was a crazy men, walking crooked.
"What the fuck you looking at?"
He looked at me, said," I'm looking at a pendejo."
"Hey man look you smell like peepee and shit all mix up, you a fucking old men living in the street, what a poor men. You fucking disgrace me, old man."
He just left, walking away.
Then there was lot of cops around my block. I was walking and saw what happened and they told me,
"She took her life away."
NNNNOOOOOOOOO!! I lost her, the sky was raining.
One year back, I was a man half Dominican and half Cuban. I was a man with business, you know what that means, money, and I lived with my mom. I was just a loco Latino going around and looking for nice girls to be my wife. I felt like a big pendejo when I could not find a single one.
I went back to my store, the bar, it is on 117 street and the west side. There are many white people with big plata, money, you know, with money. They have new year cars and nice clothes.
Oh man you don’t know me but I will tell you, on Sunday, I drink and put sad songs on the stereo and cry like a man, so mach. That is the best day I have, but when I get home, my mom tells me, "Look at this baby man, what a pendejo son I have, why God, why you just give me this son?" I walk away and tell her God did not give you this son, it was a Diablo. That’s a bad man to know. I went to my room and cried, afraid that what my mom told me was all true, what kind of son I was. I needed a wife, a woman that could change my life with kids.
4 months pass and 3 days. One afternoon I'm in my bar, and there she was, that hot chick. It felt that she was a gift from the devil. I was in love and that was a loco love like I never before had. She had a good body and her ass was like every man wants to touch it and squish it. It makes you want to have sex with her every day.
I tried to talk with her but I couldn’t, and she was getting next to me. "Hi, such a cute boy I have never seen," she said, "You have a good ass… no hi ….. how was the day, no…. what is your name?" Oh my god I was so nervous to talk with her. She was laughing and her name was Jessica, Jessica said, "I love you" and I got red and fell in love.
We were going out and time passed. I was finding out what a crazy, jealous type of girl I had. But it was too late because we got married. Every time I was going out with my friend, Jessica would call me every 3 minutes.
"What is wrong with this woman, my man, just tell her we are going to the bar to have a drink."
I got my phone and turned it off so she could not call me. Me and my friend were drinking and drowned all the good times and sad times in the alcohol.
I woke up and it was 3 Am. I smelled like an old men. We left the store running because I forget to pay for everything we drank. I couldn't remember why I was there, I thought, thought, and thought. But to remember what it was, I was getting a big headache. There was an old man looking at me as if I was a crazy men, walking crooked.
"What the fuck you looking at?"
He looked at me, said," I'm looking at a pendejo."
"Hey man look you smell like peepee and shit all mix up, you a fucking old men living in the street, what a poor men. You fucking disgrace me, old man."
He just left, walking away.
Then there was lot of cops around my block. I was walking and saw what happened and they told me,
"She took her life away."
NNNNOOOOOOOOO!! I lost her, the sky was raining.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Cider Song
Cider Song
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
Old men sing their cider songs,
Too tired to know that death sits by.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
The old men sleep fitfully in freezing isolation
As a full moon sucks their breath
Then prods them to hard stone.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
Old men sing their cider songs,
Too tired to know that death sits by.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
The old men sleep fitfully in freezing isolation
As a full moon sucks their breath
Then prods them to hard stone.
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