man…
2 beats done. A graphic done. 16 wrote. Empty stomach.
thought: I dont know why i have a phone. I never use it.
Got word im doing a show in mexico 03/10. I’ve never been, that’s dope.
Passport time.
MPC and a mic being your only homies sounds cool, but that sh#t gets crazy after a while.
See..im talking to tumblr.
About to write another verse, then sleep.
Don’t know how I feel about sleep. I’ve been trying it lately. It feels good, but when im sleeping somebodys working. That doesn’t sit well with me.
ummm..
money.