


hey no no no no no no no no no no no… morgan is my nigga dawg, she loved a lil nigga when he was just a lost puppy in the rain. she ddnt do shit but help me.
the spectrum of insults is so extensive that the reasoning has became just as complex. But if i were to sum it down myself. It’s because i am not from Louisville and some people feel like i have been here long enough and have enough power through connections and my will power too make a bigger dent in the “502 come up” than alot of the locals that already lived here there whole life..(don’t give a fuuucckkk) i have been beaten down and dragged to bleed out slow everywhere in this city and scraped the lowest pits of this place in such a short time (in louisville, and texas, and mississippi) and alot of people are too scared, ignorant, stuck up, hateful, worried about others opinions, homegrown, and backwards to have the balls to do the same.
Alot of people just like to take the stories i have to tell from the bottom of my heart and make it all sound like bullshit to other people to dis credit or devalue me for whatever reasons they feel i am a threat for.. i met my dad at 13 in the 502 and got sent to a foster home while he was in jail here and i adopted a family of my own and have very close friends here.. but i’m not letting anyone stop me. until they some how kill the living entity that does not exist and it will never happen because it is already dead lololol
i am simply just an imaginary friend and figment of your imagination.. it’s hot tho
depends on your spectrum of reality
i am not a living entity, i only exist… but i live with my big bruh D,T
i was hoping i was gonna get killed right after i got the moment to proove everyone wrong and get one good evil laugh above the flames (very obvious). either that or some kind of comfort and closure….. neither happened yet. and i have no idea why i am here, but idk what the fuck els i am going to do or go yet because i am lost as fuck