| a yo people...i'm not uzin dis xanga name nemore...so git me at my otha xanga name: Ess3ncE
git at me ni99az! |
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| aite...i'm makin a new Xanga...but i dunno how frequently it'll b updated...juss when i'm bored i guess...
blah, neway, it'll b Ess3ncE
it'll b up sumtime...soon...1 day...i think...
juss check 4 it dammit!@!!
E s s 3 n c E |
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| wudup xangalicious people...
i'm bored at work 'n xanga no longer provides me wit tha entertainin value it 1nce held. so i thinkin of givin it up...it was pretty much a summer thang 'n now it's juss died out, ya naw mean?
soooooooo..............hmm.....i dunno.....unless sumthin dramatic happens that changes my mind, then xanga is gittin tha boot. one
- E s s 3 n c E - |
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| <3 i miss my helen <3 too much...damn...it's only tuesday...work sux too... grrr
a lil freestyle...
shit, it ain't hard to tell/ i never fell, chantin these words like spells/ sayin u unimpressed wit rap/ kid wit slanted eyes...wait he ain't black/ no shit, but i'm still r-a double p i-n-g/ try denyin me, takin aim eyin G's/ one by one, ripped in pieces/ cuz i juss dunno wut peace is/ nemore...it doesn't exist nemore/ tha world throws its fist for war/ sex sells, we all dwell in hell peelin shells/ shit, it ain't hard to tell/ |
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| i did tha dirt all by my lonesome. around tha corner, ran home son. kickin tha door lookin 4 keys. boy was sittin there cookin sum weed. where tha whip at i needz 2 bounce. all he did was mumble; he couldn't pronounce. went around 2 tha spot. saw it parked across in tha lot. sped off wit my thoughts spinnin. found tha cat on tha corner grinnin... |
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