<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714</id><updated>2012-01-09T13:30:13.295-08:00</updated><category term='THE DAYZ dont end.'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='scandaless woman stories'/><category term='I have a friend Story'/><category term='D'/><category term='OLD'/><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><subtitle type='html'>f</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-6328318098319462471</id><published>2009-08-31T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:34:49.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICT II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm an ADDICT again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But this time its different&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT for chocolate things&lt;br /&gt;You know... some then Tall&lt;br /&gt;Some then smooth&lt;br /&gt;Some then delicious&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is&lt;br /&gt;I know who has it&lt;br /&gt;It's an ADDICTION&lt;br /&gt;I got to have that&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;Of course a Black Man&lt;br /&gt;Not just any black man&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate black man&lt;br /&gt;Light-skinned black man...&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll ain't coming back&lt;br /&gt;Because we don't want ya'll&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't want none of ya'll&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nothing that's not chocolate and sexy&lt;br /&gt;If it's too light... get yo thing away from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt; I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT for Dark man with fades&lt;br /&gt;Fuck curls daddy&lt;br /&gt;Were not in the 10th grade&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT for perfect teeth&lt;br /&gt;Baby with the best smile&lt;br /&gt;You make ya girl have butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Because you looking so Bomb&lt;br /&gt;so fly with your fitted hat&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yo pressed white-T&lt;br /&gt;You don't over do it&lt;br /&gt;Because you already know you got swag&lt;br /&gt;So instead of the jordans&lt;br /&gt;You wear the chucks with the Catki pants&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;This is im an ADDICT  part two&lt;br /&gt;For fine ass black men&lt;br /&gt;But only chocolate men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-6328318098319462471?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/6328318098319462471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/08/addict-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6328318098319462471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6328318098319462471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/08/addict-ii.html' title='ADDICT II'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-9111243679150459474</id><published>2009-08-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:22:35.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S0</title><content type='html'>In reality most people dont have dreams&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm lucky enough to one day&lt;br /&gt;Think that some day I'm gon shine&lt;br /&gt;That I'm gon rise and be the boss&lt;br /&gt;Who tells people what to do&lt;br /&gt;I want to be behind the seens&lt;br /&gt;Not in the limelight&lt;br /&gt;Partying every fuckin night&lt;br /&gt;Having photographers take pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all my business and interested in who I meet&lt;br /&gt;The life I wanna have is at peace&lt;br /&gt;Go somewhere and won't have to worry about money&lt;br /&gt;Not have to worry about bills&lt;br /&gt;Not have to worry about shit&lt;br /&gt;I take a lot of pride in myself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I feel every woman should&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody hold you down&lt;br /&gt;Espcially a nigga&lt;br /&gt;Niggas are distractions espically when you&lt;br /&gt;like them&lt;br /&gt;Niggas love to hold a woman back&lt;br /&gt;When they got something good going&lt;br /&gt;They love to lie and get you caught up&lt;br /&gt;They love to play games and tell you&lt;br /&gt;That your the one who needs to grow up&lt;br /&gt;But thats a different story I have to tell&lt;br /&gt;Some other time when one comes to my mind&lt;br /&gt;All think of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Now its about me and what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I slowly feel like life is passing and theres not&lt;br /&gt;shit I can do about it&lt;br /&gt;I try to be humble I try to have hope&lt;br /&gt;But are my dreams really just something I made up&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't make happen but eventually will&lt;br /&gt;I look at Tyler Perry and he's my idol&lt;br /&gt;A Black man doin it big&lt;br /&gt;Now if we only could have a Black Woman like that&lt;br /&gt;Opening up door for the younger generation&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me our community doesn't have shit&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you look at Hollywood I don't see another&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry Or Denzal Washington&lt;br /&gt;But you know lately I've been watching t.v&lt;br /&gt;I see all these reality shows that make all this money&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself is that all I got to do?&lt;br /&gt; go On one of these dumb shows and act a fooh&lt;br /&gt;Because that's all it is  is us acting a fooh&lt;br /&gt;I could be diva if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;But I dont wanna be Beyouce&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna be me&lt;br /&gt;I do what I will and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes of course&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to do me&lt;br /&gt;There's always a disappoint&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; A little regret&lt;br /&gt;That might have to do with some of the descisions&lt;br /&gt;I make as a young woman&lt;br /&gt;As a single female&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this was love when it was bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the one when it shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Can't plan everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you can't cheat on life&lt;br /&gt;Can't want everything&lt;br /&gt;When you got less than 100 in your wallet&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe everything otherwise your naive&lt;br /&gt;Can't fight every bitch when they hate on you&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep with a man in just two weeks&lt;br /&gt;You'll think it was something special&lt;br /&gt;He'll think it was that easy&lt;br /&gt;Society is so fucked up in itself&lt;br /&gt;Men get away with a lot and still have the power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-9111243679150459474?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/9111243679150459474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/08/s0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9111243679150459474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9111243679150459474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/08/s0.html' title='S0'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-7541557294162407510</id><published>2009-07-29T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:53:01.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>So this guy I was talking to right...</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to someone who I had once talked to for not very long at all. It was so short that I can't even remember how long. Anyhow he called me at two in the morning trying to see how I was. He said he had missed me all along. I didn't know what to think but just to ask why? He never really answered me and I ignored the subject eventually. So as we start talking again I slowly start to see... the only way we can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; was up to me. So I told him why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you come see me this time I'm not that far away. So he said okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; hear from him till four days later. Four days later he told me he had fucked up. He got a DUI before he got to my house. I said why would you drink and drive it's not that serious. Than this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fooh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; say he got a DUI for being high.  He went to jail for only a couple hours. So if you got out in a couple hours how come you didn't text me and tell me till four days later? Anyway the point I am getting to is that he lied... He lied just so I can feel bad and come see him. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not pathetic I don't know what is. A lot of these young men claim they they are so real... but I thought about it it's impossible to be real. Your either real smart, real cute, real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trif&lt;/span&gt;, or in this situation a real liar. You had to lie just to get a m=woman to come over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; house. I was speechless... but He had reminded me of a lot of different guys I used to talk to just mixed up in a way. I told my momma I don't I'm gon ever find someone who can not only be my friend but as well as a companion. Black men lie so much about the littlest stuff. Trying to get us caught up with the game. But I don't feel like playing especially if there's no money in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-7541557294162407510?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/7541557294162407510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-this-guy-i-was-talking-to-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7541557294162407510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7541557294162407510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-this-guy-i-was-talking-to-right.html' title='So this guy I was talking to right...'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-7657834338863288341</id><published>2009-06-04T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:41:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICT</title><content type='html'>Was one&lt;br /&gt;Probably still am one&lt;br /&gt;Addict and I can't believe I let it happen&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I allowed it&lt;br /&gt;But once you get a hit of it&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it&lt;br /&gt;Once you feel it going in&lt;br /&gt;You can't ignore it&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'm an addict&lt;br /&gt;So what&lt;br /&gt;People can judge me all they want&lt;br /&gt;Men look at me like I am bad but&lt;br /&gt;who gives a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck if I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly men who offer it&lt;br /&gt;They say it's not cute&lt;br /&gt;If it's not than how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;to do it too?&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; me cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's not in my nature&lt;br /&gt;Man shit happens and your body&lt;br /&gt;Can't control &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck what&lt;br /&gt;If its offered I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;Take it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let it get released&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and just right&lt;br /&gt;I can take a full package&lt;br /&gt;all night&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;I need to quit&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing this shit&lt;br /&gt;I was an ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;But today is different&lt;br /&gt;Because now it's not a want or a need&lt;br /&gt;I don't crave the taste&lt;br /&gt;I don't strive to see&lt;br /&gt;I don't rush to get it&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall to ma knees&lt;br /&gt;It's NASTY but I was an&lt;br /&gt;ADDICT FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FUCKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni-ca-tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-7657834338863288341?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/7657834338863288341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/06/addict.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7657834338863288341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7657834338863288341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/06/addict.html' title='ADDICT'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-692087573992613083</id><published>2009-05-26T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:22:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calling me a bitch</title><content type='html'>I had men tell me I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I had men tell I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;One of my homeboys told me the&lt;br /&gt;other day I'm unapproachable&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That he would'nt try to talk to me either&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like ya'll r calling me a bitch&lt;br /&gt;A person who is difficult &amp;amp; always complains&lt;br /&gt;I say maybe if ya'll did what ya'll suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't act this way&lt;br /&gt;Take care of home first&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not play so many games&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm gon act a fooh&lt;br /&gt;when your not taking care of bizness&lt;br /&gt;I might just act crazy one day that its&lt;br /&gt;so ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;My cousin &amp;amp; i have come to a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;a lot men r plain idiots&lt;br /&gt;just stupid&lt;br /&gt;You want to act dumb and expect me to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;That's why I cut a lot of people out my life&lt;br /&gt;You won't even know what happened&lt;br /&gt;or why. Just be wondering what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Than gon see I'm over u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-692087573992613083?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/692087573992613083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/calling-me-bitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/692087573992613083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/692087573992613083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/calling-me-bitch.html' title='calling me a bitch'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-4122694397645949389</id><published>2009-05-13T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:38:20.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>its 1:37 AM</title><content type='html'>Up so late thinking&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep it pushin&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the men I fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;Are not with right now&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan for me&lt;br /&gt;God has someone for me&lt;br /&gt;But it's not now&lt;br /&gt;I can name of at two or three who wouln't have done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;now they got kids and shit&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;life goes on I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;I miss the past more than my time now&lt;br /&gt;But I feel better knowing I'm gon&lt;br /&gt;get my life together&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Everything does I just thank go for bringing the&lt;br /&gt;most important people in my life&lt;br /&gt;who have been there in the past and now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-4122694397645949389?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/4122694397645949389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-137-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/4122694397645949389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/4122694397645949389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-137-am.html' title='its 1:37 AM'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-8754266264154574766</id><published>2009-05-11T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:04:08.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Right now</title><content type='html'>I thought we we really had somethen going on&lt;br /&gt;But I should've known you was a dog from the start&lt;br /&gt;Had me thinking I was your girl&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't nothing like that&lt;br /&gt;I was just another fuck&lt;br /&gt;It really hurt me how it all went down&lt;br /&gt;You lied all in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;But you kept it real in the end&lt;br /&gt;You told me were not together&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;I will never look at you the same way again&lt;br /&gt;You knew you was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You knew that I was right&lt;br /&gt;I had love for you and you did this&lt;br /&gt;to me so many times&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all of me&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my intamacy&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my all&lt;br /&gt;What did I get from you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, shit nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I got what I wanted but not what I needed&lt;br /&gt;You would ask me to come over&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I would&lt;br /&gt;I should'nt have&lt;br /&gt;But I knew the business&lt;br /&gt;We did what we do&lt;br /&gt;Never no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Not even when I first met you&lt;br /&gt;Because this time around&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I had are lost somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad it took a year for me to finally see&lt;br /&gt;Your never going to change&lt;br /&gt;Not for her, not even for me&lt;br /&gt;I seen you recently&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just laugh because you are still fine&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;Mad that I can't clone yo young ass&lt;br /&gt;just like you, have all your features,&lt;br /&gt;personality, and attitude&lt;br /&gt;We had some good times that's all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Memoriable.... but it won't ever happen again&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I never got down like that&lt;br /&gt;But I've already went through the trap&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to change&lt;br /&gt;Your still gon be you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still gon be me&lt;br /&gt;Pap you called me&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm sorry but that's not me&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore and never gon be&lt;br /&gt;Pap was an illusion and the opposite side me&lt;br /&gt;The side no one has seen&lt;br /&gt;That was a name that I'm not proud to repeat&lt;br /&gt;That was a name between u and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-8754266264154574766?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/8754266264154574766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/laughing-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8754266264154574766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8754266264154574766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/laughing-right-now.html' title='Laughing Right now'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-8662368758011091955</id><published>2009-05-09T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:14:31.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KARMA</title><content type='html'>It has finally hit me&lt;br /&gt;It's still hitting me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe it at first&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a joke&lt;br /&gt;Karma is a bitch when you do&lt;br /&gt;someone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you so much&lt;br /&gt;So much you can't even handle it&lt;br /&gt;You than begin taking advantage&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't understand it&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand why they love&lt;br /&gt;you so you cheat. You do horrible things&lt;br /&gt;and keep it all a secret&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is hidden&lt;br /&gt;from every guy&lt;br /&gt;Because if he finds out who you r&lt;br /&gt;he might just not ever look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;look and your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;see that this woman right here might be&lt;br /&gt;the woman for me&lt;br /&gt;the woman i can love&lt;br /&gt;not  grow to love&lt;br /&gt;because growing to love&lt;br /&gt;is not real&lt;br /&gt;it's not real and its waste of&lt;br /&gt;time. waste of thinking&lt;br /&gt;a waste of life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; to waste&lt;br /&gt;on someone you think you love&lt;br /&gt;Because when I love I don't think&lt;br /&gt;I just love which is crazy&lt;br /&gt;I give my love and they don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;That's why Karma hurts&lt;br /&gt;Yes, karma is no joke&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason&lt;br /&gt;if I have a girl I might name her after it&lt;br /&gt;Crazy it sounds&lt;br /&gt;stupid it sounds&lt;br /&gt;but its unique&lt;br /&gt;than all the little boys will stay away from&lt;br /&gt;her unless there's a daddy&lt;br /&gt;but karma is crazy&lt;br /&gt;yes karma is real&lt;br /&gt;I don't like talking about it&lt;br /&gt;But Karma is a bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-8662368758011091955?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/8662368758011091955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8662368758011091955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8662368758011091955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma.html' title='KARMA'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-3756185923532465350</id><published>2009-05-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:55:24.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandaless woman stories'/><title type='text'>She's so scandaless</title><content type='html'>I luv to fuck em&lt;br /&gt;so that i can get what I need&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was sleep&lt;br /&gt;but really I'm goin through his wallet&lt;br /&gt;to see how much dough i can recieve&lt;br /&gt;That's not his money&lt;br /&gt;its mine I earned everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hoe&lt;br /&gt;But I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hustla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hustle a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; out for&lt;br /&gt;all hes got.Money, shoes, clothes, &amp;amp;jewerly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my grind that nigga got plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;he don't need&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if hes married that even better&lt;br /&gt;cause I know he won't leave her for&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;That's better for them and better for me&lt;br /&gt;cause all I really want his dick and money&lt;br /&gt;Dick and money&lt;br /&gt;bitch please, these men are out here calling us dogs&lt;br /&gt;for what. because we do things for free&lt;br /&gt;just fuck that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; real good than wait till he&lt;br /&gt;goes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;go in his wallet and take everything&lt;br /&gt;after that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say nothing just leave&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what he gets for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; with a SKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wrote this because its true. This is not about me. I am just a freelance writer. So that means I can write whatever the hell is on my mind. I know today in music woman talk about ways to play men. You sleep with them and end up taking everything a nigga got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-3756185923532465350?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/3756185923532465350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-so-scandaless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3756185923532465350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3756185923532465350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-so-scandaless.html' title='She&apos;s so scandaless'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-2797800223000194454</id><published>2009-05-08T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:25:07.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Nice Knowing You</title><content type='html'>For a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was all right&lt;br /&gt;for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;How i felt and how much I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be with you and love you&lt;br /&gt;Than reality hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; fuck you and fuck yo bitch too&lt;br /&gt;Your just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chauvinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your better than woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nigga&lt;/span&gt; you are not better than me&lt;br /&gt;You are shit where you stand&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to say we can be friends&lt;br /&gt;Because I will spit in yo hand&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what happens when you try to play&lt;br /&gt;the wrong woman&lt;br /&gt;You get fucked literally and than your forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took everything&lt;br /&gt;I took your money and I took the dog&lt;br /&gt;You tried to put me down&lt;br /&gt;but that made me more strong&lt;br /&gt;Trying to manipulate me and say its my insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Bitch please. You got me fuck up&lt;br /&gt;You don't know who you dealing with&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your ex cause I know&lt;br /&gt;She still wants you&lt;br /&gt;All you is and ever going to be is her meal ticket&lt;br /&gt;Man I am so through&lt;br /&gt;I stood by you for so long&lt;br /&gt;we was like bonnie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than you started comparing me to her&lt;br /&gt;having me loose my mind&lt;br /&gt;go back to her like I said cause she's what you want&lt;br /&gt;Even though I loved you more than she did&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead cause I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;Matter a fact I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;Nice knowing you&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back and I'm gon be the one to saying&lt;br /&gt;I told you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-2797800223000194454?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/2797800223000194454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-knowing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/2797800223000194454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/2797800223000194454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-knowing-you.html' title='Nice Knowing You'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-8505142452410229704</id><published>2009-05-07T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:49:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy I'm here today&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I'm not insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I have this lil boy in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Never look back at your past&lt;br /&gt;Only look at today&lt;br /&gt;How are things are right now&lt;br /&gt;Are the people in your life real&lt;br /&gt;or are they just around through time&lt;br /&gt;Though time will past, you may not see them again&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the best for those I've lost&lt;br /&gt;or haven't talked to in a mintue&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed I've changed&lt;br /&gt;I've become a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;I feel it might be the men who I allow come in my life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; try to FUCK it all up in pieces&lt;br /&gt;But today I went out for the first time by myself&lt;br /&gt;Alone, and it felt nice. I felt good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;No date,no guy, no friends, just me&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-8505142452410229704?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/8505142452410229704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happy-im-here-today-im-happy-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8505142452410229704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/8505142452410229704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happy-im-here-today-im-happy-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-6710966686990424413</id><published>2009-04-28T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:46:37.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 My Ex : he knows who he is</title><content type='html'>I thought about him today&lt;br /&gt;Thought about everything we did&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how it was perfect&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong and why&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we hurt the ones&lt;br /&gt;who love us the most&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; still never find anyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I let you go' when you was&lt;br /&gt;You was good to me&lt;br /&gt;But I was too young to&lt;br /&gt;see it&lt;br /&gt;Too young to be exclusive&lt;br /&gt;Too young to just be with you&lt;br /&gt;My mind was somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;I lost the main person in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who was half of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you've changed&lt;br /&gt;The way you think and the way you've matured&lt;br /&gt;Into a man&lt;br /&gt;As for me I don't want anybody&lt;br /&gt;I'm content with it just being me&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine not dating and just having&lt;br /&gt;friends and family&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I said something now&lt;br /&gt;When I know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;You have someone and I would never want to runin it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two years I wouldn't mind&lt;br /&gt;Because everything I seemed to touch&lt;br /&gt;Would dissolve&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I am sorry for what I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything I did to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;You know who are and this right here&lt;br /&gt;Is written and meant just for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-6710966686990424413?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/6710966686990424413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-my-ex-he-knows-who-he-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6710966686990424413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6710966686990424413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-my-ex-he-knows-who-he-is.html' title='2 My Ex : he knows who he is'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-1154959344627697364</id><published>2009-04-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:00:10.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Stay Runnin</title><content type='html'>He says I stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Runnin&lt;/span&gt; from him&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that this is how its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is how its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;br /&gt;than why you still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;callin&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where you and I&lt;br /&gt;Will be, I'm really not sure&lt;br /&gt;if there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; be a u &amp;amp; i&lt;br /&gt;u &amp;amp; i? might be complicated&lt;br /&gt;but than maybe... not really&lt;br /&gt;being around felt too good to b&lt;br /&gt;true. My problem was I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;change you. Mold you and make you strong&lt;br /&gt;You've already seen I have a good heart&lt;br /&gt;I treat my men good&lt;br /&gt;I love my men hard&lt;br /&gt;I don't play games unless&lt;br /&gt;you start first&lt;br /&gt;now that i think about it&lt;br /&gt;a lot of shit is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;startin&lt;/span&gt; to trace&lt;br /&gt;back to me....&lt;br /&gt;i remember how u sounded too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you was. i thought u was a man who liked chasing&lt;br /&gt;after a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;A challenge to see if you could fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck and than whats next....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know get bored&lt;br /&gt;Most men string woman along as they main&lt;br /&gt;while they got other bitches&lt;br /&gt;But that's not me&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobodies rebound&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a toy&lt;br /&gt;I'm a young lady&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be 3rd or 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be last&lt;br /&gt;I want to be on your top&lt;br /&gt;not just your mane-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to b a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; for gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;till i find that..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'mma&lt;/span&gt; stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-1154959344627697364?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/1154959344627697364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-runnin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1154959344627697364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1154959344627697364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-runnin.html' title='Stay Runnin'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-9094047234313395807</id><published>2009-04-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:51:17.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF-DESTRUCT</title><content type='html'>I went through a few of my words today&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I noticed they were all about love&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find that special someone&lt;br /&gt;Not recently but when I was only 13&lt;br /&gt;Why was I looking for love at that age?&lt;br /&gt;That's when you go to the movies with friends&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it has to do with my father&lt;br /&gt;leaving us in the past&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in my life I was self-destructing&lt;br /&gt;Really I was looking for love from men&lt;br /&gt;Because my father was gone and&lt;br /&gt;my brother had passed&lt;br /&gt;My brother was like my father in some ways&lt;br /&gt;I would've had him give me away&lt;br /&gt;I know young woman today are looking for love&lt;br /&gt;why so early? Is it cause our fathers aren't thier&lt;br /&gt;for us? Is cause they were never thier. My father left when I&lt;br /&gt;was eight, I barely remember some of the things him&lt;br /&gt;and I did before than. All I'm saying is I'm coming up with&lt;br /&gt;an analogy.... why is that girls who don't have thier fathers&lt;br /&gt;self-destruct?  Why do they turn to other men from love.&lt;br /&gt;But they end up getting used and abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Their morality fade.... all they see is love....&lt;br /&gt;all guys do is tell you what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;than they got you because they know&lt;br /&gt;when a woman is not going no where....&lt;br /&gt;self-destruct: what does that mean for woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-9094047234313395807?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/9094047234313395807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-through-few-of-my-words-today-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9094047234313395807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9094047234313395807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-through-few-of-my-words-today-i.html' title='SELF-DESTRUCT'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-7691771770204454224</id><published>2009-04-01T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:22:08.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have a friend Story'/><title type='text'>I have a friend.... story</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who can't be helped ... She's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; by all the abortions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Men who who didn't give a fuck ...They tell her she's the one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That they have her thinking the worse&lt;br /&gt;That everything they say is Real ... they take and abuse&lt;br /&gt;whatever she has to give .... than she ends up pregnant&lt;br /&gt;than they start changing .... they act as if its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;They want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; test ... which is bizarre&lt;br /&gt;considering he was the one she had had sexual intercourse with&lt;br /&gt;but in today's society .... its okay for men to ask questions like that&lt;br /&gt;because young girls are usually trying to set up traps&lt;br /&gt;but when a man ask a woman something like that&lt;br /&gt;it crushes them .... more than can you ever think&lt;br /&gt;Not only does he think I have been cheating ...  he doesn't believe its his baby?&lt;br /&gt;While my friend is going through a hard time ...  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; to mold her&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recuperate&lt;/span&gt; her ....  have her up and out again&lt;br /&gt;Because men always seem to mess it all up for the next&lt;br /&gt;Woman than start to have a hard time trusting ... &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;whats bad is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; are good men out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; who don't do anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-7691771770204454224?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/7691771770204454224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-friend-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7691771770204454224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7691771770204454224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-friend-story.html' title='I have a friend.... story'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-1097421797351321617</id><published>2009-04-01T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:57:51.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People wish for things&lt;br /&gt;But they never pray for things&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could bring you back&lt;br /&gt;I wish you and I switched places&lt;br /&gt;Than you would raise your son&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; have a family?&lt;br /&gt;Raise your son and have a family&lt;br /&gt;But what about me?&lt;br /&gt;All be alright&lt;br /&gt;I heard its better in heaven anyway right'&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to have a concinse on temptation&lt;br /&gt;Should I take it or wait a lil bit'&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to wait&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to do me&lt;br /&gt;When theirs constantly&lt;br /&gt;Demons floating around me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to take me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to use me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to not see me smile&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to not see me pass&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I dream&lt;br /&gt;Living a life with morality....&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I love him&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be the three of us again&lt;br /&gt;But that'd be silly right&lt;br /&gt;Living in a dream&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one day&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and pray one day&lt;br /&gt;That when my time is up I can see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-1097421797351321617?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/1097421797351321617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-wish-for-things-but-they-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1097421797351321617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1097421797351321617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-wish-for-things-but-they-never.html' title=''/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-7884597579439004552</id><published>2009-03-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:30:32.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hear I go again&lt;br /&gt;Talkin bout Love Again&lt;br /&gt;Why again am I insane&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel like weak and&lt;br /&gt;my heart was hurting&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe I fell again&lt;br /&gt;not once not twice&lt;br /&gt;yes again&lt;br /&gt;But I realized something&lt;br /&gt;My heart was hurting&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes would get wet&lt;br /&gt;I had already knew it was coming&lt;br /&gt;thats why I didn't sweat&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sweat or shed no tears&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;Why? How could? Why would I?&lt;br /&gt;Why cry over someone who hurt you&lt;br /&gt;why? So in thee end I'm still me&lt;br /&gt;Livin ma life&lt;br /&gt;Loveing ma life&lt;br /&gt;That s just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-7884597579439004552?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/7884597579439004552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/03/hear-i-go-again-talkin-bout-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7884597579439004552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7884597579439004552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/03/hear-i-go-again-talkin-bout-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-9084979046234543726</id><published>2009-02-28T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:30:32.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I made a mistake</title><content type='html'>Some people make mistakes and move on&lt;br /&gt;I've made and mistake and yet I haven't moved on&lt;br /&gt;I countinuously pick the same men&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Men who always have problems&lt;br /&gt;Men who don't come from much of nothig&lt;br /&gt;When I do get someone who came from something&lt;br /&gt;I turn them away&lt;br /&gt;I figure that there trying to use like the rest&lt;br /&gt;In life your going to be used but its if you allowed it&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be used because I wanted to be loved&lt;br /&gt;But why? Men know what there doing to you&lt;br /&gt;They know espcially when they got you&lt;br /&gt;I unfortuntely say love 2 much&lt;br /&gt;I've said it more than once&lt;br /&gt;How could I be in love when someone is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love I'm emotionally detatched&lt;br /&gt;Detatched to men who I feel need my help&lt;br /&gt;But how can I help when I can barely help myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realize a few things&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love someone when you don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;Because you than find yourself emotionally&lt;br /&gt;Detatched to whoever it may be&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;When I said I loved you first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-9084979046234543726?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/9084979046234543726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9084979046234543726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/9084979046234543726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-mistake.html' title='I made a mistake'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-920132977702305280</id><published>2009-02-24T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:14:12.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE DAYZ dont end.'/><title type='text'>DAY 3</title><content type='html'>When I'm high&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;But than there times&lt;br /&gt;when it feels like my brain&lt;br /&gt;Has slowed down&lt;br /&gt;as if i took riddline&lt;br /&gt;to calm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-920132977702305280?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/920132977702305280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/920132977702305280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/920132977702305280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3.html' title='DAY 3'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-3859041052729566798</id><published>2009-02-24T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:15:14.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE DAYZ dont end.'/><title type='text'>DAY 2</title><content type='html'>I’m floating now&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I’m floating now&lt;br /&gt;I see the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could see him&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I hit more&lt;br /&gt;Will I go far&lt;br /&gt;Off to heaven and see him&lt;br /&gt;Him? Oh that’s my brother&lt;br /&gt;Mar. His real name is Lamar&lt;br /&gt;He’s farther than the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;He’s farther than space&lt;br /&gt;He’s somewhere where&lt;br /&gt;People go when they rest&lt;br /&gt;There eyes and body&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to know that feeling&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being free&lt;br /&gt;I know when I’m done with this&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go back to ma&lt;br /&gt;Normal life&lt;br /&gt;But if there was a drug that could keep me up&lt;br /&gt;Here in the sky, I'd hit it twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-3859041052729566798?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/3859041052729566798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3859041052729566798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3859041052729566798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2.html' title='DAY 2'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-601942358630227973</id><published>2009-02-24T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:15:31.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE DAYZ dont end.'/><title type='text'>DAY 1</title><content type='html'>Everyone is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; my name&lt;br /&gt;But all&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I want&lt;/span&gt; is to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Walking these streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;Specially when the men come&lt;br /&gt;Your way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I left where I was&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get that feeling&lt;br /&gt;That Ive been craving for&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop&lt;br /&gt;But my body needs to feel free&lt;br /&gt;It feels like someone is hitting&lt;br /&gt;With a hammer in the head&lt;br /&gt;It won’t go away till I get&lt;br /&gt;Another hit&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s bad for me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s going to make&lt;br /&gt;Thing more worse&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;I need to get high&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel free in&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-601942358630227973?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/601942358630227973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/601942358630227973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/601942358630227973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-1.html' title='DAY 1'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-2845342445993698694</id><published>2008-11-13T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:16:42.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD'/><title type='text'>FAKe</title><content type='html'>what i cant stand&lt;br /&gt;is when you say somethen&lt;br /&gt;than do another&lt;br /&gt;why? i feel betrayed. missused&lt;br /&gt;confused. abused.&lt;br /&gt;you wasnt real&lt;br /&gt;you was fake&lt;br /&gt;i wouldve rather dealt with&lt;br /&gt;him than you anyday&lt;br /&gt;came across me all smooth and coo&lt;br /&gt;but you wasnt. lies were written&lt;br /&gt;underneath&lt;br /&gt;being played hurts for a second&lt;br /&gt;than goes away. life is about chooses and what&lt;br /&gt;you make. if you still like her just say so&lt;br /&gt;i wont get mad. i'll just know the truth&lt;br /&gt;which is what i want&lt;br /&gt;dont be fake and say somethen that your not&lt;br /&gt;gon do. but its all coo. cus i will find another b00&lt;br /&gt;better than u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-2845342445993698694?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/2845342445993698694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/fake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/2845342445993698694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/2845342445993698694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/fake.html' title='FAKe'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-6660227419879395844</id><published>2008-11-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:16:24.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>MOVIN ON"</title><content type='html'>I DONT KNOW IF YOUR EVER GONNA&lt;br /&gt;LOOK BACK AND JUST THINK&lt;br /&gt;LIKE MAN THAT GIRL PAP&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HAD LOVE FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;SHE REALLY CARED, AND I DID&lt;br /&gt;BUT FOR WHAT YOU WASN'T THERE&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED AND TRIED BUT STILL WHAT&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK DID I GET REJEcTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay because what am i doin? movin on&lt;br /&gt;why? cause you didn't wanna have anything&lt;br /&gt;to do with me. why keep on wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;if you still ain't feelin me. still ain't listenin&lt;br /&gt;everything i thought we had was a lie&lt;br /&gt;damn i feel real foolish. takin something&lt;br /&gt;serious when wasn't nothing even there&lt;br /&gt;but that's all right... why because im movin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY CAME TO TERMS WITH MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME AND NEVER DID&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT WAS IT? I ALREADY KNOW IT WAS JUST&lt;br /&gt;TO ---- BUT ITS ALRIGHT. I WANTED JUST AS MUCH AS&lt;br /&gt;YOU. BUT MY FEELINGS STARTED PICKIN UP AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;IM GLAD THAT I MET YOU THOUGH&lt;br /&gt;IM GLAD YOU SHOWED ME YOUR TRUE SIDE&lt;br /&gt;YOU KEPT IT REAL AND THATS A POSITIVE ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i returned home thinkin there was somethen&lt;br /&gt;and there wasn't. i swear i fell foolish over you&lt;br /&gt;but you live and you learn i ain't even mad&lt;br /&gt;i still got nothing but love for you&lt;br /&gt;but not the kind we used to have the kind where&lt;br /&gt;im coo, im getting older, and when i see u again&lt;br /&gt;i wont b mad at you. im movin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIN ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE IN ACTUALITY YOU NEVER WAS&lt;br /&gt;GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. I WAS LOOKIN FOR THE REAL&lt;br /&gt;THING AND YOU WASN'T WILLING TO GIVE&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE AND YOU RECIEVED UNFORTNATELY&lt;br /&gt;LESSON LEARNED AND I KNOW IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;NEVER FALL FOR SOMEONE WHO AIN'T&lt;br /&gt;FALLIN FOR YOU BECAUSE YOUR BASICALLY&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so movin on movin so on right now&lt;br /&gt;ive been searchin for that one person&lt;br /&gt;who can give me what i need but really&lt;br /&gt;i don't need nobody i can do bad all by myself&lt;br /&gt;even if that means touchin myself&lt;br /&gt;long as its me won't have to deal with&lt;br /&gt;bullshit from anybody because it's just me&lt;br /&gt;pleasin me, yes believe... lol&lt;br /&gt;nah but i can't lie, i already got someone in mind&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still movin on and i mean from the thugs&lt;br /&gt;from the streets, thats what gets girls caught up&lt;br /&gt;havin different baby daddyies, nope not me&lt;br /&gt;im movin on and that just what its gon b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-6660227419879395844?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/6660227419879395844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6660227419879395844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6660227419879395844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/movin-on.html' title='MOVIN ON&quot;'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-7448263433240733837</id><published>2008-11-01T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:16:59.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD'/><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>First off I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tryin to be on you&lt;br /&gt;Like I was your friend&lt;br /&gt;I simply wanted us to enjoy a time&lt;br /&gt;but instead of the time you&lt;br /&gt;started to think.... why is this girl&lt;br /&gt;texting. Telling me she wants to just chill&lt;br /&gt;For what? We don't go out.&lt;br /&gt;I know we don't go out and that's the point&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have nothing to do with&lt;br /&gt;You or your boys. Ya'll real but be frontin&lt;br /&gt;acting like ya'll niggas be running somethen&lt;br /&gt;That's funny, because us ladies fall for it&lt;br /&gt;we make them feel like kings&lt;br /&gt;while there makin us feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;But really ya'll got it TWISTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect a man who catches the bus&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't have a car&lt;br /&gt;I respect a man who works to&lt;br /&gt;take care of his child&lt;br /&gt;I respect a man who keeps it real&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't fall under no bullshit&lt;br /&gt;But I won't respect a man&lt;br /&gt;Who follows under people&lt;br /&gt;I won't respect a man when&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's shit&lt;br /&gt;I won't respect a man&lt;br /&gt;who will beat on a woman&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll don't men just don't know&lt;br /&gt;But ya'll got it stright TWISTED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-7448263433240733837?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/7448263433240733837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/twisted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7448263433240733837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/7448263433240733837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-3499851223946048334</id><published>2008-11-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:28:05.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>Been there, Done that&lt;br /&gt;Rejected from the past&lt;br /&gt;Rejected with the future&lt;br /&gt;How can that happened?&lt;br /&gt;It's self-splanitory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there layed out tired&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be next to your body&lt;br /&gt;You got up really fast&lt;br /&gt;Left the room in a rush&lt;br /&gt;I layed there waiting&lt;br /&gt;But you never came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be with one person&lt;br /&gt;Than ten guys&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be with you but&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be a living lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I come off soft&lt;br /&gt;I guess because I was always&lt;br /&gt;having my angel guard up&lt;br /&gt;But that guy hmm thats a different&lt;br /&gt;story. Men just abuse and take&lt;br /&gt;period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejection/rejected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-3499851223946048334?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/3499851223946048334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3499851223946048334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/3499851223946048334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/11/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-6833086203660053369</id><published>2008-10-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:17:23.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD'/><title type='text'>girls</title><content type='html'>So emotional&lt;br /&gt;why, why do the whine so much&lt;br /&gt;I guess its in our nature to be sdo blind&lt;br /&gt;That goes for anything&lt;br /&gt;Money, sex, drugs, everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-6833086203660053369?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/6833086203660053369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6833086203660053369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6833086203660053369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls.html' title='girls'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-5485292098151262977</id><published>2008-10-27T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:17:43.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>2:44                     played again</title><content type='html'>IM awake still&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out why&lt;br /&gt;I just came from ol boys&lt;br /&gt;house but you still b on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nuttin happened nothin really&lt;br /&gt;I'm just disapointed this boy&lt;br /&gt;got me really thinkin&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things happen for&lt;br /&gt;a reason. One day all get over this&lt;br /&gt;attraction and keep it pushin&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason u pushed me to&lt;br /&gt;the side becus you dont want me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to regretion coming from&lt;br /&gt;a nigga. Life goes on and i'm yung&lt;br /&gt;so why stress. It aint gon do nuttin&lt;br /&gt;more but make me upset. Upset that&lt;br /&gt;no matter who comes my way there&lt;br /&gt;Not like you. &amp;amp; Thats what I dont want.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I shouldnt want is another you&lt;br /&gt;A crazy young thug who is a goon&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Ive been runnin but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I guess I set myself to get played once&lt;br /&gt;again; pretty dumb huh? I know&lt;br /&gt;but i cant lie you had me saying dumb shit&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't a lie. I would've done anything for&lt;br /&gt;becus i loved u and that was real but it back fired&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got yo text. Me i got played by this fooh once&lt;br /&gt;again. so once again here i am... writing... wishin and hopin all get&lt;br /&gt;out of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-5485292098151262977?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/5485292098151262977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/244-played-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/5485292098151262977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/5485292098151262977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/244-played-again.html' title='2:44                     played again'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-6502849781261817748</id><published>2008-10-23T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:18:12.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD'/><title type='text'>FRIENDZ?</title><content type='html'>Friendz&lt;br /&gt;A have a couple&lt;br /&gt;Not a few&lt;br /&gt;Friends I wouldn't call them&lt;br /&gt;Just affliates&lt;br /&gt;The ones who always wanna know&lt;br /&gt;More about your business&lt;br /&gt;Who twist shit up after you&lt;br /&gt;Said some then&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a dummy I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy how they all come&lt;br /&gt;Once you have a car&lt;br /&gt;Thats not a friend&lt;br /&gt;That's a affiliate&lt;br /&gt;Only wanting to roll with you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In the city They don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;Matter fact they don't give  FUCK  about you&lt;br /&gt;All they see is themselves rollin deep&lt;br /&gt;Friendz...&lt;br /&gt;Do I have that?&lt;br /&gt;All say that I used to have that&lt;br /&gt;The girls who try and get you to do wrong&lt;br /&gt;The girls who encourage you to fall&lt;br /&gt;To turn you into one of them&lt;br /&gt;Than the next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;You ain't being yourself&lt;br /&gt;Forget friendz who needs them&lt;br /&gt;Someone desperate who can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I waste no sleep over friendz&lt;br /&gt;There not thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;Just what I got&lt;br /&gt;Jealous bitches, you jealous hoes&lt;br /&gt;Why you say you got my back&lt;br /&gt;When you know you don't&lt;br /&gt;Talking like you about to do some then&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all  before&lt;br /&gt;Watch what people do not just what they say&lt;br /&gt;Because a whole lot can come out&lt;br /&gt;But you'll see them again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-6502849781261817748?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/6502849781261817748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6502849781261817748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/6502849781261817748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendz.html' title='FRIENDZ?'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-1987126533900883453</id><published>2008-10-22T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:18:27.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD'/><title type='text'>Worse. Night</title><content type='html'>What I needed was comfort&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in my right mind&lt;br /&gt;That night was crazy&lt;br /&gt;Everything you said was lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret this time the most&lt;br /&gt;You had me drunk&lt;br /&gt;It was all a set up&lt;br /&gt;The room, and the drink&lt;br /&gt;That was really messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;The fact I was young&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; What happened next&lt;br /&gt;You busted it out&lt;br /&gt;First there was the talking About my past&lt;br /&gt;About everything that happened to Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Than what happened next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was comfort&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in my right mind&lt;br /&gt;That night was crazy&lt;br /&gt;Everything you said was lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up on me slow&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed me from behind so soft&lt;br /&gt;Started to lick my ears&lt;br /&gt;Rub down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Than somehow I was undressed&lt;br /&gt;I felt it come inside&lt;br /&gt;I pushed him away to his surprise&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret this time the most&lt;br /&gt;You had me drunk&lt;br /&gt;It was all a set up&lt;br /&gt;The room, and the drink&lt;br /&gt;That was really really messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't faded but I was loaded&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me everytime I talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Worst night of life&lt;br /&gt;Me and him&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you were doing&lt;br /&gt;You took advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was comfort&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in my right mind&lt;br /&gt;That night was crazy&lt;br /&gt;Everything you said was lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-1987126533900883453?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/1987126533900883453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/worse-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1987126533900883453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/1987126533900883453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/worse-night.html' title='Worse. Night'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093440587528326714.post-4512208802696851719</id><published>2008-10-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:27:59.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ive done it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn this hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went From him to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went for so long I fell too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why? Because I was ah fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thinking that there could've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A me and u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wrong again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess I was looking for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In all the wrong places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because I didn't get it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fell for another young one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I been holding it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But im a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got emotions that I'm dealing with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's over I feel it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's over no more me and u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just know I had love for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093440587528326714-4512208802696851719?l=just-tee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/feeds/4512208802696851719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/4512208802696851719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093440587528326714/posts/default/4512208802696851719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tee.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>So-Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213681357293254735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEI4vViYEnk/SdRwwjLdxrI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsWm8zFx0yg/S220/ola2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
