my new thing is boxing… #EarlyBirdWorming /imissmybigsister

lil black birdy kept chirping,
telling me “make your [major] moves in silence …”

that’s me throwing out hints (still working on my jab (/new at this boxing thing). *hint … hint …
&then comes the cross* – [&again, Yogi, i gotta pat myself on the back for yet another quadruple entendre. haha/SMILE.)

& they say that i've been too quiet, but honestly "doggs", i'm over a lot of the shit we used to do. & socially, wish there was, but there's nothing (/not too many people round here) for me. i miss BK but i gotta do what i gotta do til e'rything's did so til then it's just a feeling i (and YOU) gotta get used to. ya dig? bc the majority of these frontin ass  mf'ers round this bitch truly are incapable of "diggin"; they're stuck; stagnated; can't even get past the syntax /vernacular. L.M.F.A. & they still tryna figger out if a ni///a edumacated or not.

 

SON, YOU ROCK UNDER ARMOR, I ROC TEFLON.

(can get ya weight up all you want but us educated folk ain't making no reference to the the gym, my dude.)

 

blog posts or not, the kid's always writing /always thinking [in a fck'd up syntax]. all praise due to the fragmented, and to the run on, sentence.

another to be continued…