Living in LA is tricky. I can't bum it too much, because there are always in me. Im a public figure, and LA knows that. In fact, LA knows I'm shy, anxious, nervous, horny and subduing my rage. At the same time, you get fly and have to worry about getting robbed (i live in South Central). I don't wear chains and jewels, but I wear particular colors. Specifically purple and green. Apparently those are Vicelord colors.
Granted I was cool w them niggas, each time I was locked up l.
Back to LA.
I look at some of these young tough niggas like, "I can turn yo little ass out!". I know how far things can get. First hand. I'm trying to keep control of things, but once you do ONE gay thing, you go through a degeneration of self. You basically melt.
God blessed me with grace. I stopped the emotional internal bleeding. To God be the glory! I was given a second chance at ministry (without it being Gospel, per se). I don't squander my second chance. I spaz on the mic like I will fall out of myself if I don't.
LA is VERY good at Satanic art(s). Because of this, they are VERY "fast" (as Black mothers say). It's hard to ask them to beat with me. They make me feel pornographically good. But right when I get comfortable, I spot one of the Boyz in the Hood, and they don't want to be looked at while they take over the bus.
My dick would fit GOOD in they ass. That'll fix em.
I just don't have the heart to say that. Out here, especially. I don't look for problems. I know my mouth, and I know my hands. It's like that. However, out here, niggas go from hands to handguns w the QUICKNESS. So I nod to them, they nod back, and we keep it pushing.
Whether they know/love me or not, I have a destination to reach.
See you in the future.
I love LA!
SOUTH CENTRAL, WHERE WE AT??
#cHamEra......
