I been out for months but sucka i doubt you know

like a gangster and a river, this is hustle and flow,

ive always had it in me, slightly gifted with the rhyme,

an unbendable infrastructure kinda like time, 

i dont have a beat to go with the shit i write,

hell it takes like 15 minutes not a whole damn night,

so if you get on wit’ it and throw me a sick beat,

ill do my best to ice the rest and still be on my feet.

saint patricks day, and i wasnt wearin green

never got pinched once, thats an immature scene,

got back to the house, put on my money pants,

threw on some funky tunes and pretended i can dance.

im not exactly sure how long this rhyme will be

however long just keep it strong, its still a mystery

ill tell you first of this whack curse if only you could see.

See, it musta started when i was at the age of four,

still so young no memories, lifes an open door,

nobody would follow me, who knew whats in store?

then year by year i grew up,

got well, got ill and threw up,

just me a friend and two cup.

i dont really know how i should end this rhyme

perhaps i lost my flow and its just my time.

i think that you should know imma be just fine,

going toe to toe with my white ass wine.

Sometimes there are even more surprising coincidences…..

Sometimes there are coincidences…….

I guess i can be the only guy to do this picture challenge thing. 

1: I am 17.

2: I am in college but i still dont know what i want to be in life.

3: I may have made some mistakes.

4: My confidence is unwaivering. 

5: I have 4 best friends because i dont like to choose.

6: My longest relationship was only 6 months.

7: I work at McDonalds.

8: I speak spanish.

9: I am awesome.

10: Droid does, and chacha never lies.

Ten Facts^

Bored, my dad said i should do this and provided the first two lines, so why not..

This is my version of No Love by Eminem + Lil Wayne

Throw clouds on me, cause a rainshower,

cause its fuck the heat, get a flood out it,

yeah its coming down, soaking up the nation,

but wipe off them frowns, and feel some elation,

Im on my feet, takin a shower,

the ones i meet, they all got power,

cause in the street we aint no flowers,

bout to get beat, right off this tower.

Uh, im walkin round everywhere i am soakin wet,

but i just tell all my homies not to fret,

cause we all know whats about to happen,

dirt on your face, why dont you grab a napkin.

Were gaining men, gonna start a team,

aint got a color, no red, blue, green,

gonna come out and start shit goin down,

you know whos boss C-Tuck gonna mob this town,

Well. come all up on me yeah i know what youll say,

but trick i got you beat like almost any day, come up on me once ill blow you away

its up you think you can relate to my knee, ill tell you im the big G,

got it on lockdown and you know i swallow the only rig key,

Its C-Tuck what you gonna do when i let out my key code,

You dont even know, but imma knock you from your steeple,

 so quit your shit you got, i dont really care,

Imma grill you like a steak, medium rare,

I could do more of the song if people like otherwise, it was a cool experiment, and i enjoyed it…

Sometimes sacrifice is key,

how can one man not agree,

this ever rigid company

screams to me in agony

ever on, monopoly,

on fire, be stop, drop, rolling,

troll under the bridge be tolling,

over my thoughts i be mulling,

about why you might mess,

me and my life i confess,

through the strife, no less,

though i could second guess

lake monster, like loch ness,

i aint angry just get glad,

see this smile nah im not sad,

some hear about me think im bad?

nah im a normal teen

average man, damn worker bee,

doing shit, keeping green,

for as long as i foresee,

ill roll the rhyme and keep in time,

cause i cant buy a single dime,

All i gots a buck twenty six,

not enough for pickup sticks,

soon though ill get more dough.

so you can spit your wicked flow,

in spite of those who do not know,

im making cash with none to show,

why rhyme about this, i dont know,

freaky freaky, new scarecrow,

dont criticize me, i hear it now,

oh no he didnt! youll have a cow,

sit back enjoy this fucking verse

or be rollin in some herse,

dead or alive it matters not,

one way another well all rot,

its quite an unpleasant thought,

so think happy, be cheerful,

drinking bottles by the beerful,

worried bout me? dont be son

the wild process has begun,

me and nature shall be one,

the system will now be outrun,

wanna stop me? ha, have fun,

Well… Im not sure about Graham, but my earliest memory is my 3rd birthday.

I was definitely the first person to drink water out of a mexicoke bottle…it’s so versatile and a little sweetness lingers, it’s great and the waters really smooth…

There are too many to go around here, thus we compete for them. The competitions are bloody, unfair, and involve escalating retaliations of inconceivable magnitude; figuratively speaking, of course. He who wins waits till the last conflict has settled and then swoops in and takes what remains at his leisure. That is what you should do. That is what I should do. What are they?