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Okay, let me just say, that you will either totally agree with my dad, or completely disagree with him on his take of me. My name is Justin, I’m five foot nine, and a total book worm. See, I love books, and that’s a problem. Well, it is for my dad at least. My mom took off when I was about two, and my dad turned to alchohol. He isn’t that much of a nice guy to begin with, and when he’s plastered, which is almost all the time, he’s even worse. The fact that I’m interested in books and school and not sports, sets him off. I try to love him, I really do, but when your own dad calls you a sissy, a freak, and a whole bunch of other words that I don’t care to repeat, it kinda puts you down. Sure, I’m not popular, or a jock, or a lady’s man or anything like that, but I think i’m a pretty nice guy all around. Most of the time my face is buried in a novel, but when its not, I can be a pretty good time. If you take the time to get to know me, that is.
But back to my dad. Trying to love someone who beats you and calls you names and tells you that you were a mistake, is really hard. I’ve tried to get him to stop drinking, but every time I bring it up, he yells at me to shut up and grab him another beer.
I think I’m finally going to do it. I’m going to get out of this piece of crap of a house, and make it on my own. It doesn’t matter that I’m only sixteen with no money, and no job. I’ll figure something out. I’ll make it on my own, without my dad to hold me back. I hope that I’ll be able to come back in a few years, and be able to tell my father that I’ve made something of myself. Because I don’t want to be a drunk like him, with no money, no job, no wife. I’m going to have it all. I’m going to fight to make it; I won’t roll over and give up because of a few bad names and insults. That’s whats going to push me. I will make it. And nobody is going to stand in my way.
I walked into my room and grabbed a duffle bag. My dad was out getting more beer, so I had to do this fast. I threw all my clothes in the bag, along with an extra pair of shoes and some books. I knew that he wouldn’t read it or even care, but I wrote him a note explaining where I was…or, rather, why I wasn’t there. I placed it on the refrigerator, where i knew he would see it putting up his beer, and I walked outside. I walked down the road and turned back to look at my old house one last time. As I looked at it, I felt relief. I never had to go back to that dump again. And then, I turned around and took the first step toward my new life. A better life.
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Friday, October 16th, 2009Do S Any One Know The Name Of This Song The Complete Name Of The Song And Lil Wayne Sings It ?
Friday, October 16th, 2009Lil Wayne
Young… Young… Young, Young, Youuuung… Young… Young, Young Moola Baaby
BASS! HEEYY! HEEYY!
Will the grown and sexy say YYEEAAHH!
Yeah… ahaha
Lil Wayne
Shawty let ya hair down,
I’m a let the top down,
We can ride Around town,
Turn this ***** ta our town,
We can do it real big,
Bigger than you ever done it,
Everything you ever wanted,
I can spend whatever on it,
Baby I’m a DBoy,
You see my duffle bag,
I don’t see ya pantieline,
Where her stomach at?,
She don’t wear draws,
She like her ***** raw,
And she don’t like pets,
But she cool with my dawgs,
And she cook a ***** steak,
She fix a ***** plate,
She rub a ***** back,
Like I’m in the NBA,
And she know I’m in the game,
But she know I don’t play,
And she know just what ta do ta make me say “I’m gone stay”,
She know gotta work,
And she know I got work,
She buy my socks, boxers, and tshirts
She know gotta work,
And she know I got work,
She buy my socks, boxers, and tshirts
Chorus
That’s my motha ****** ***** (Hey)
Yeah that’s my ***** (Hey)
That’s my ***** (Hey)
Girl you my *****
You my motha ****** dawg (You my dawg),
Girl you my dawg (You my dawg),
You are my cutie, my beauty,
And I am a motha ****** beast (I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beast (Yes I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beeeast (I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beast,
Now girl gone do it for the boy (Do it),
Do Do it for the boy (Do it),
Just do it for the boy (Do it),
Do Do it for the boyyyyy
KidKid
Baby you a beast,
Baby you a dawg,
So if I call you my *****,
Please don’t take it wrong,
And man I miss my dawg,
So you know I ain’t takin long,
I love it when you scream “That I can’t take it, it’s too long”,
See my baby hold me down,
She never hold me down,
Yeah that’s my Bonnie,
Bay hold that ***** down,
Bay shoot that ***** up,
Then we go home and ****,
That’s my dawg she like it rough,
That’s my dawg “RUFF RUFF”…
Lil Wayne
And she know gotta work,
And she know I got work,
And she buy my drank, my pills, and purp,
And she know gotta work,
She know I got work,
And she buy my dranks, my pills, and purp
Chorus
That’s my motha ****** ***** (Hey)
Yeah that’s my ***** (Hey)
That’s my ***** (Hey)
Girl you my *****
You my motha ****** dawg (You my dawg),
Girl you my dawg (You my dawg),
Your my cutie, my beauty,
And I am a motha ****** beast (I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beast (Yes I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beeeast (I’m a beast),
Yes I’m a beast,
Now girl gone do it for the boy (Do it),
Do Do it for the boy (Do it),
Just do it for the boy (Do it),
Do Do it for the boyyyyy
Lil Wayne
Ahahahahaha hheee It Go…
Long hair, don’t care,
I put it there, rite there,
It’s wet there, tight there,
I kiss there, bite there,
Oh yeah, Iyeah,
I go there, I don’t care,
We can do whatever ya liiiiiiiiike…
KidKid
I know you like that you love that from the front door on the livin room floor from the back
And she,
Love ta throw that *** back
She get on top and roll,
She make my eyes roll back like,
Baby the way you ride me I a ride for ya,
Give me more brain than a zombie I a die for ya,
And I died and come back alive for ya,
I a survive for ya,
I’m down for ya,
You’re my… dawg
Lil Wayne
Long hair, don’t care,
I put it there, rite there,
**** yeah, **** yeah,
Spit there, suck there,
It’s there, what’s there?,
*** there, *** where?,
You can *** where ever ya liiiiiiike… hahahaha
And you can *** where ever ya liiiiiiike…
Where ever ya liiiiiiike… haheha
Shawty let ya hair down,
I’m a let the top down,
We can ride Around town,
Turn this ***** ta our town,
We can do it real big,
Than you ever done it,
…
I can spend whatever on it,
Baby I’m a DBoyyyy,
You see my duffle bag,
I don’t see ya pantieline,
Where her stomach at?,
She don’t wear draws,
She like her ***** raw,
And she don’t like pets,
Cause she cool with my dawgs,
And she cook a ***** steak,
She fix a ***** plate,
She rub a ***** back,
Like I’m in the NBA,
And she know I got game,
But she know I don’t play,
And she know just what ta do ta make me say “I’m gone stay”,
You know gotta work,
You know I got work,
She buy my socks, boxers, and tshirts
She know gotta work,
She know I got work,
She buy my drank, my pills, and purp
Chorus
That’s my motha ****** ***** (Hey)