X ZILLA

i always set myself up? i dont know anymore.

I understand that the guy is always the one that should be makin the first moves. but what bugs me is that it only makes the guy vulnerable. many times the girl doesnt want to get into a relationship because they might be afraid of gettin’ hurt. but where does that leave the guy? do the girls ever realize that maybe the guy doesnt want to get hurt either? and that it might not be anyones intentions to hurt anyone, but more to heal someone? its like the girl is afraid of falling in love but the guy has to jump after her to either catch her or just break her fall. senseless thought. :\

just somethin on my mind.

i feel you, Peej.

suckafree:

Real talk. Im sick of being just a friend. If Im feeling you. Im feeling you. MY roomate chris said you cant help emotions. And he speaks the truth. You cant help emotions. So ive decided im just gonna throw it out there. Im really feeling you, if you dont want it let me know. Im letting you know Im really feeling you, and Im notjust about the sex. The pleasure, the good time. Im real. Im down to earth, I wanna get to know you. Yeah alot of girls go for the bad asses,who smoke pot or are rebels, that play guitar. bt that’s not me. That’s not who I am ask anybody. Yeah I drink, I have done drunk, but dont judge me for that. I know almost for damn  sure I can treat you as good or if not better than all your other boyfriends have treated you. But you never gave me a chance. Who knows if you ever will. I sure as hell dont know,  but I promise you hat if you do give me a chance, and let your walls down. I sure as hell know you wont regret it. Im a nice guy,I am shy, I am big, but I gots  a whole lotta lovin. Yeah, I dont sing, I dont play the guitar, Idont go to school right now, I do smoke cigarettes, but I can assure you that if you gave me a chance you would not regret it. I try but thats all I can do. Its your choice if you wanna give me a chance. Real talk its watever. Im just sick and tired of being just a friend, tired of being just PJ. I wanna be more to you. And show you Im not like the rest. Just give me a chance.

Im out. Inebriated PJ is speaking the truth right now. He’s fgeeling you. And just wants one chance. And if he fails. He fails.And if you never read this, it dont matter. This is me speaking the truth, me putting myself out there. If you dont want none then you dont want none.  Deuce. Im out.

1000 words.

no flakin’ this time… hopefully.

college…

i really know how it feels to be stressed out.

Rad vs. A Tribe Called Quest.

well i cant say that i didnt see it coming.

theres the first change of the country but i hope i will see the change progress.

im glad i was able to participate in the process of electing our president

unfortunately i dont think i will get used to it as soon as i thought i would. when i was watching obama make his speech, there was one thing that was running through my head. “Dont get shot. dont get shot. dont get shot.” i understand that our country has grown far from our past but its difficult for myself to find complete perfection in a leader. and that is the only downfall. other than that i believe obama will lead the country through this economic disaster. otherwise i wouldnt have voted for him! oh and maybe it has to do with party influence.

so here’s the news of the past few weeks.

new paint job

new president

new piercings

new piece

the only thing i really need is a new beginning :/

just a little freestyle that, for some reason, just ran through my head haha

if graffiti was a lady

then makin babies would be gravy

she’d be the daughter of hip hop

that explains how hip hop would save me!

yup and from that i am now inspired to write something. so ill do the first draft here!

cans would be the bottles that throttle my obsession

containing the milk that would cause destruction

to unwind the minds upon the walls

that lay with the graphics that turn them with my direction

through oppression!

but my obsession for the mic may cause discretion

if emceein was my lover

then love would grow everytime i suffer

and the muffler for my mic would be made of rubber :D

id record the intercourse so that the world could hear it

distribute the sex tape and title it “Explicit Lyrics”

breakdancin would be my highschool crush

peekin at me only once or twice because im not enough

the kinda girl that wakes up next to me

only because she drank to much

she’d be like love at first glance

chillin in my bboy stance

chasin from the beginning of the day til the end

but even after all of it she’ll say im just a friend

but years ahead hip hop wouldnt be dead

just underground with the sounds of “Explicit Lyrics”

decorated by wildstyle graphics

nights of headspins and acrobatics

family time would be classic

like unreal sitcoms or fairytale fables

but unlike other families, dinner would rotate around on turnables

we’d eat with needles and the fridge would hold vinyls

fights would be rare only battles would make it final

… yup that all kinda just came all at one moment and now i have writer’s block. hate when this happens soooo, i guess ill try to finish this some other time. i would say this is a song cause it doesnt go to any music so yeah theres my stab at poetry!

and here’s my stab at graffiti:

gotta love it. God, i love it.

-MIKXL