INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

#5: LEAVE HOOD NI@@AS IN THE HOOD: ·          Now I know most professional athletes are African American. And a large percentage of them come from broken homes and bad neighborhoods. And you probably have some friends who grew up to be criminals, gangsters, and or overall bad people. And you may be thinking to yourself, “they are my friends, am I supposed to turn my back on my friends just because I have money”? YES. That is exactly what you should do. Family members too! Get some new friends with legit jobs you moron. #4: SNIP IT: ·          This might seem a bit extreme, but so is having to give 30k a month to some stripper in Atlanta you banged during a road game. Freeze some sperm for when you meet the woman you marry and avoid ending up paying more child support than lil’ wayne and flava flav combined. #3:  HIRE A DRIVER: ·          It amazes...

Here is something that I have learned from living life and being on social media.....I don't really like people.  Not to say there aren't people I like, I mean I have friends, but in general, people suck lol. But some more than others....here's a short list of a few types of people I really can't stand. GHETTO NI&&A: I'm walking into the grocery store the other day, lots of working people in there getting their grocery items, lunch, etc. and in comes this ghetto ass dude with a speaker somehow affixed to his belt blasting music...and of course it's not The Isley Brothers, no it's not Prince, or even Usher....he's blasting Young Dro "F*ck Dat B*tch...SMDH....dammit all Ghetto Ni&&a, why do you have to come into this well to do grocery story with your loud ass ghetto music? I immediately feel ashamed and overwhelmingly responsible for your dumb ass actions....mainly i'm upset for two reasons.....One : white people are just look...

I'm so two faced, I'm so two faced I'm a player and a lover and they both hate each other, one Dave wanna f*ck you, the other Dave wants to love her... so I'm telling her she's the only one, but I say the same to my other I'm so two faced, so damn two faced So when I say stay, I really mean go And when I say yes, I probably mean no And I got a feeling that she already knows, Cause I'm so two faced, oh so two faced you should leave me, please believe me and I'm so two faced, so very two faced, and I'm just playing, don't believe me. I'm spitting game she buying it, I'm so good at this lying shit, I don't even know the truth no more I'm so good at hiding it I can already tell, she gonna let me slide in it she believes what she wants to whenever she's riding it She text me, I don't text her back phone calls, ignoring that she wish she never gave it up I'm sorry there's no going back Cause I...

    Recently a female companion of mine returned from overseas and brought me back a few gifts. Among these items were two pairs of underwear…well, kinda. These were not the underwear that I was familiar with, I mean I’m not still wearing the standard whitey tighties of my middle school years, but these were far more advanced than I was accustomed.     They were Dolce Gabbana underwear that barely fit me and stopped well short of my thighs. These were the kind of underwear that you might see the ladies of the Lingerie Football League wearing. I looked at them and my first reaction was, “are these for you”? Certainly I wasn’t supposed to wear these.                 She told me about how they were stylish and sexy on a man and did a good job of selling me on them, so finally I tried them on. Well guys, after getting through the initial uncomfortable feelings and seeing myself in ...

Coming up as a kid I lived in 3 places that forever shaped the man I am today. Lake Mary, Florida, Raleigh, North Carolina, and Daytona Beach, Florida. Through middle and high school I lived in the suburbs and went to predominately Caucasian populated schools.Most of my friends were white or some other race than black. Never even thought much about it honestly....not until I went to college....a historically black college that is...and I have to say...after coming from the burbs', and then spending four years surrounded by black people. Having white friends is wayyyyyyy better lol. WAIT WAIT...before you riot black people, let me explain why. # 1: Special Treatment - Whenever I go to white people's party they always treat me so damn nice. I mean as soon as I walk in they give me a hug, ask me if I want a beer....they don't show me where to get it...the GO AND GET IT FOR ME...they ask me how my day was, how's work. Black parties they don't ask you shit. They don...

Chris Brown came in game singing songs like excuse me miss young boy probably believed in love and relationships sitting court side Laker game with his pretty chick found out the truth, and then he snapped and had to smack a bitch Damn. Now he know these hoes aint loyal girls singing along guess that's a dumb ho for ya, now a days these hoes is proud to be a sidechick pussy old news like a t-mobile sidekick wanna be the main but you settle as a sidechick until he kick yo ass to the curb with a high kick These days shorty gonna do it for the vine how ironic it only took 7 seconds to make you mine, a real nice view and a few bottles of wine, just a get a perfect view of you arching your spine. How many likes on your pic until yo ass feel loved How many pics I gotta like until yo ass give it up How many re-tweets will it take, how many pages to follow just to find out if you spitting or swallow. Hmmmm, am I showing enough titty, does my ass look fat, does my smile l...

Late night and I barely can sleep, The past haunting me, cruising down memory street. Looking at the bed at the spot where she used to sleep, So lonely I catch myself sniffing the sheets... There it is, still got her scent on it, Love cost counting how much I spent on it, Facebook stalking, ah shit who this new n*gga, Forgot her love, she went found her a new n*gga. It ain't like you didn't even have a clue n*gga, Secretly hoping that at least he stay true with her. Regretfully feeling like you fucked up, And it's probably because you always stay fucked up. Out in the club taking shots getting fucked up, Walking out the door with some chick you just picked up. Ignoring her calls, deleting her text, You lost in the sauce, you in lust with her sex, Young man mistakes, becoming old news, Stuck in the same path, with these old shoes. 33 out acting like you 22 With a bad bitch find out she only 22, And feeling so high like you sitting on 22's Gotta be...