Only post in this thread if your life is completely fucking wasted, or so help me God
 

word. I got no cash, no credit, a wasted college degree, no girlfriend, no band, no car....

shit.

sometimes I wanna revert to the ways of my youth and perhaps start robbing people, but then I remember Jesus and of course that some of my kinfolk are in the pin over that lifestyle..

You need to start concentrating on the spiritual and less on the material.

oh, burn!

"I prefer peace, wouldn't have to have one worldly possession, but essentially I'm an animal, so just what do I do with all that aggression?"

hunt your own food? (sorry, didn't click on the link). just saying-- if you're broke and aggressive, hunting is the way to go. all you need is a slingshot and some unwary pigeons, and soon it's a meal!

ps- i clicked, after all. that fatman has a funny voice.

I'm more frustrated and it made the perfect parody thread for the wasted thread :)

fuck it, I will get over it, its just that there is no one here at home or on the block to complain to or distract me.. i'm a bit depressed over my grampz passing this weekend and it is exaggerating my bitterness.

this is a thread for folks to gripe complain, not necessarily attempt to console me.

It can always get worse. Be glad for what you do have. a conscious mind, air to breathe, several communities to belong to, etc.

Word, man. Replace 'girlfriend' with boyfriend and erase the college degree.

Robbin people ain't the answer, though. Rippin' off friends and shit ain't cool. I'd rather be poor and happy than have money and be consumed with greed.

oh shit man, that sucks! sorry... yeah, you're gonna be depressed for a while. again, sorry. that blows.

true. but I'm not aiming for greed, more like to pay the bills ;)

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out


Nigga 20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I fucked off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit i'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time I love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga snoop dogg have 20 dollars to his name


Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gang bangers and thugs
If my yay don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the herb, cause we smoke too much weed


part of the origination of this thread is that I have been jumping back and forth between job hunting online and fucking around here on SYG.

so the teaching gig didn't happen?

i don't have any of those things. my life's fine tho.

all my grandads are dead. best friend too. other best friend is probably heading for the grave soon aswell.

ps- and you don't want credit-- owing money and having the fist of the bank up your colon blows

LA county office of education (which pays the sallary of all the local school districts, not jut LAUSD) is down $2BILLION in the 2009/10, 10/11 and 11/12 school years...

needless to say, no.

plus, they schoolz can't teach us shit, and so ini often feel like I am selling out my soul, and since I ain't got SHIT for it, I fall into a darker hole than before.


true.. I already conceded a fuck it.

as they say in Gaza,

"God is Great, what else can be done?"

Keep yr head up suchfriends. without the hard times we would not appreciate the good times.

:)

much love.

I probably shouldn't have even postd this cry baby thread, I originally thought itd be a funny parody thread, but it has devolved into a pity party.


Rasta we takin over and we've got nothing to fear, righteousness we declare..
..waitin for Jah to fill I cup, cuz it seems like this life, I just can't get enough.."

Suchfriends...because of you I dug this out today for me and my boy to enjoy.

here's the dream job for you man



i bet you know more about weed than a french sommelier knows about wine

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Pookie again.






i'm even more versed in mushrooms than a toltec..

thanks ni'k, I just realized that yr the only one to properly post in the true spirit of this thread :) (Only post in this thread if.. etc etc)

clearly. the toltecs knew nothing about afghan kush.

Then the LORD God provided a vine and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the vine. 7 But at dawn the next day God provided a worm, which chewed the vine so that it withered. 8 When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah's head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, "It would be better for me to die than to live." 9 But God said to Jonah, "Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?"
"I do," he said. "I am angry enough to die."
10 But the LORD said, "You have been concerned about this vine, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight and died overnight.

How many toltech does it take to make an aztec?
(or maybe the toltech are above the aztecs?)

in an anglo anthropology book it will identify the toltecs as a race preceding the mixtecs and the aztecs.

if you ask around in rural sonora or chihuahua they will tell you that the toltecs are shamans, healers and sorcerers, whose expertise dwell in the arts of mushrooms, daturas and peyote.

please enjoy forwarded text from last night. maybe you'll feel better:

You fucking predatory mother fucker. If i see your face at flipside there will be bad things. John is an addict. That's bad. But you are another fucking story altogether you piece of shit. If you try to contact him again I will call the cops and present them withthe evidence I have, which is plenty. Phone records, junk, needles. The whole bit traceable back to you. I'm sure you have no problems sleeping at night in a bed paid for by ppl you pretend to care for. Wonder if crosby is where is is because of your predation? Very likely. Fuck you.

where is is because of your predation MOTHERFUCKER.

predadatin' all up in that motherfucker

not MY predation but yeah....who knows....maybe.

I don't want to believe.