Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see


And in my mind I'ma blind man doin' time.
Look to my future 'cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin' tell me what's the use of tryin'

~ Only God Can Judge Me, Tupac Shakur

Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice
Of Devil's pie

Fuckin' camels.
If you call em dick head, it'll be a complement.

Cuz, long.

It's been a long time since I have felt this way
About something but now, but now
I'm controlling my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the lost is found, I'm found
Lord knows I need something to fill this void.

Blurs are the blues for the dead.

Peeps like elefagit are the reason accident porn zones exist😆

Accident prone* basically

Gotta Give them the taste of their own Medicine.

You can try it yourself.
Help a lot of people out of kindness.
Surely, you will gain a lot of popularity
a lot of people will appreciate your works. But at the end none of them will care about you.
Because they will say: "This person is helping people, so I have to use it as much as I can, because I don't know if it will be like this tomorrow or not"
people will see you as a "tool", not even as a kind human.

~ Some wise dude from Saitama Devs.