indulgence

let us sit around and hold a gun to YOUR head

 

let US tell you what the last man has said.

 

RANDOM AF.

 

cut the shit.

 

pat it, a few times that is and then swtich; pat; a few times. gotta pack it. 

"rip the paper off Jo."'

 "nigga whooool up."

 "let's make this shit pretty; light it up."

 "yo, Bei; this square is so sweet. for some reason.."

*a few laughs out loud*

lite

 

 drivvveee offf.

 

it's been a minute since we heard from ya. she said that she was patiently waiting.

 

 

left it at that. & then we met up.

sat on some type of stool and got introduced to a young man.

 

"you wanna square too?"

 

as we sat there and explained on why he should not indulge in such an off brand sin; we puffed. see, we could only continue to enjoy the satisfation of knowing he could not feel a portion of this box.

 

we stated that it was a bad habit, yahh.. the basics. he picked up speed; we gained certainty. tones rose and voices changed. i coulda swore Bei looked at me and then got up to yell. to conform; i stood. this man ran. he sprinted for his life as if we were charging at him.

 

what was this? was this a sublimnal message from Life telling these young souls to quit?

 

overall; i miss my nigga man.