With unrealistic lifestyles, you literally have nothing but you demand for things like you’re
taxing. You give nothing (minus your body & stuff of course) but you always want to be given like it’s always thanksgiving. Oh, wait! That’s your demand for the sexing? Nonreligious (I don’t think putting God & Bible verses as captions is that religious enough) isn’t it? Your photo edits make you look super clean enough but you’re vending STDs & stuff. Sit down a minute. Listen up!
How about you find something new? Like a proper education when it’s being given. Get a genuine hobby, talent. Something respectable. Like a real job not doing some random dick hoping. At least let a nigga do you & place you in some high class office not do you & still drop you off back to your filthy living in the cold ass morning. Like no different from the homeless. Hopeless. Where are your manners at? Didn’t your mama teach you nothing? Oh wait hold up, maybe she too was busy tripping? Dick hopping. Where else did you copy that? Your clique of friends? You mean they too hoe-tarded?
Seen many high school slay girls. (The Queen title shouldn’t be that depleted, hoe.) Posing around on the media with their bald heads & some sneaking up into the disco with wigs on their bald heads. Fixing them on in the parking lot or maybe from dark places on the streets or in bar toilets. Sharing postinors or how to abort it. Like where were you looking when the nigga was inserting without a glove on it? Lil hoes vending pussy like it’s g.nuts.
You thought I was gonna stop with the bald heads? Nope honey, even to you the grown ass slayers. What an example you’re setting for the lil ones! I know you’re about to ask whether what I am ranting about is my body or life but c’mon, once y’all get sick you get back to others and cry your sins out. You start borrowing to afford medicine and worse, you get the disease and start spreading for vengeance. HIV/AIDS. You go broke and start borrowing with hardly any chance of refunding.
The price for fame got you doing all lame poses. Sometimes I think most of the girls in my friends’ list are crippled. Thought it was a plague or something. Polio & its cousins. But damn that’s the way people these days are posing.
Two words: BE HUMBLE. It won’t be nice when you limping, bed ridden & sagging boobs at 30.