April 14
We strugglin 4 nothin. I aint got shit. probably wont never get shit. I can’t do shit but sit here and be a nigga and shit. I’m livin in a country that calls me a nigger and shit. Muthafuckas don’t even know what nigga means. Fuck it, I’m a nigga. I don’t even know what a nigga is but fuck it, that’s who I am. Somebody please tell me what a nigga is so I know what I am. Somebody needs 2 talk 2 me. Muthafuckas be thinkin I’m mad, and militant and be talkin shit, I’m just trin 2 live. I don’t know. When I be goin to da grocery stores 2 get me something 2 eat, muthafuckas be walkin slow, happy wit they family, cheesin. They get close 2 me they be walkin fast, clutchin they purse and shit, then they slow down when they get past me. Niggas be thankin dat shit be funny but it aint. It be stressin me out. I live a no stress life. I can’t show nobody how I feel. I gotta hide that shit. I’m a nigga and I don’t know what a nigga is but I’m that’s what I am. Yall wanna see me fail or end up in jail. It seems like they don’t want niggas on da street. Don’t nobody want change. People aint nothin but talk. I feel Pac. I wanna live in a “Thug Mansion.” I wanna go somewhere and everybody wanna be with me cause I’m me. Nigga just say Muthafucka shit damn and hell. That’s my language. That’s da way I talk, that’s da way I been taught 2 do it.