It's about time to get ready for 20Hami11.
Gathering my projects now. Concepts, delivery, voice, everything is getting aligned. Question of the night: Will I make it to 23?
I have every reason to believe I won't. Em wants me dead, I more than likely died in "Paranormal Activity 2", and my Chaids test came back positive (meaning I'm ill, but terminal). Oh yeah, and Cancer. So... looks crazy for me... and all I can do right now is laugh my ass off. Like this... lmblueao.
Did I wish to die at age 23? Well, to die now is a high honor according to Roman mythology. So don't miss me... I got enough music out there for y'all to remember me like I'm next door. So turn it up, loud it out, and throw it around. Which was supposed to be an ill way of saying I'm only dead if you want me to be.
Is it statistics for a negro/nefro/nigga/****** to die at 23? Or did Jordan and LeBron bet on an expiration date for me? Coin toss. Dig this. Kat Stacks sent her chariot to get me earlier tonight, and I walked away. She's definitely gonna hand my ass to me on a George Massa platter. AND I was cheating on her on Earth? Wrapsickles.
Well, it's dead ass getting darker out here. Well, in here (referring to eyes). Might be time to take a nap.
(grabs Jackie Blue, apple juice and a stolen back pack from school, and walks to the 1 train; if you pass me, cool)
I love everyone. f**k everyone. StarChasers Eternal.
And my legacy is f**kin ridiculous.
Don't know if I should believe him or not, I mean, given his past he could be lying for attention. But, I don't know. If he got cancer, I wish him all the best...
