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That Luck
- Riding a bike stuck in traffic how did this happen to me well listen and you'd fucking learn some things it all started off being poor I couldn't afford a bike so I made one out of rusted pieces, took that on my birthday and rode around town with my cousins leaving, I hit town..headed for a Burger King, hit the sidewalk face down on the ground handlebars ripped off I was pissed you see, we had a fucking football game to sneak into and that was my only ride next to me haha...
- in Burger King trying to not go on a angry murder spree my fucking cousins and brother got a brilliant idea to put pegs on the front wheel to turn when leaving...this was bad as shit, you could only imagine how my body's positioned when I'm on this fucking thing! Yeah, bent over, ass up face to the pavement and praying for the day to get better man I'm just waiting.
- All my homies are spinning, bunny hop,kick flip tricks and you got me wishing to be a sleep it's funny I, should have known my Irish luck, that shit was gonna get worst by the minute but it did within a second GOD! I was pissed this shit was ridiculously displayed like I was a fucking laboratory skeleton pissed swinging at the bag and missing it but instead of quiting, I went the whole nine yards and made it to the football game bitches!
- Ditched the bike and walked around, got into fights that night broke someone's cast by giving the cold shoulder, just because it was winter time didn't mean I wasn't gonna be throwing hot boulders, me and my brother and cousins, all of us swinging like a fucking baseball game was up for grabs in summer, but it was winter so these punks compared to us, they weren't grabbing nothing! Hit me in the stomach I grabbed this kid Rob, and fucked em' up one hit and yelled "Yeah bitch don't judge me" ah...
- Ayo, this is the beginning just to remind you dog, the fight was said and done my cousins had messed up faces and my back hurt from someone catching me ruff, everyone's stressed out rolling cigarettes tough except me, I got my fucking swings in and didn't stop.
- Left this hell hole of a football game, this was in Tyrone, night time, so we had to move away from the streets real quick..we knew damn well they were running at the lips hoping to get at us again but they didn't know we had the street smarts so the fuckers were forced to wait we never fell for shit, didn't even trip for attention, no weed, but a shitty bike I found it and we left the situation we were in
- The most shittiest thing about this whole night, is that my ass was bent over getting flashed by other parent's headlights, horns blowing and people screaming "Get the fuck out of the way!" screaming back at em' "Drive around you fat dike!" my only source of luck, a crossing guard to direct this night, even told me himself to speed it up Don't you see what I'm like!? flag these fuckers or stop traffic alright and he did the opposite like, 50 cars behind my ass and not one of them helps a struggling man out when fighting!
- I had over 50 cars behind my ass and I was up front, leading the way of the upperclassmen it was miserable as fuck, and when this was all over I made it to home base, my cousin fucking geeking said "hey man look, blood is thicker than water so what" and after that whole day I experienced, my cousins brother came out with a brand new bike he said "check this shit out" we all screamed "BITCH IT'S TOO LATE!"
- Truest the shit can get, and this was an everyday thing like the days acted as a spoiled kid, rude and upset I was due to be next but I expect bad shit everytime people talk about luck, because I jinx myself without owing a soda I just get used and connect..with my surroundings that fuck me over and it's ruthless, don't protect.
- I don't know what you'd expect, my own growth was new and now it's bent! but I use comedy to throw out all that shit, and make it one of the best like a Jamaican smoking grass, it's how my life's been since I was brought in, this world man I thought it spins too, turns out it's smashed. Like a pussy owning a cat and Halloween ruining the whole movie set yeah you can thank Jason, cause living with this type of life everyday can drive you fucking crazy A.K.A Maniacle SAVE ME! it's just that luck dog..true story with statement.
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