Prolouge to my new novel "K.I.M BOYZ" to be released soon

Over the past couple of months, I’ve created an ‘I don’t give a FUCK!’ mentality. If you screw me over than I’ll screw you over three times worse. If we got beef, I’m not waiting for you to come to me. The streets taught me to strike first and strike hard. I used to think how I would feel after I would kill somebody. I used to think if I would kill somebody that I’d break down and become traumatized or if I killed somebody, it would make me want to kill myself. That’s how I used to think until I stood over the first body I’ve ever shot down. I looked in the eyes of this young brother as he lay dead in the middle of the room from a bullet that I’d cast upon him. His eyes wide open starring into mine. Then I had seen my face in his position. I jumped back to the terrifying image my mind had played me with. I shot him again without a care in the world after he was already dead. What I didn’t realize was that I was shooting myself. I was drunk, but not from any alcoholic beverages. I stood there, ears ringing from the loud shots, dogs barking and police sirens in the background. Fuck it! I’ll bust at anybody who tried to stop me from getting this money. I was brainwashed. Mama didn’t raise me like this, but Mama was gone. She had no idea what her son was doing. I was in the Game and this is what comes along with it. Murder, greed, sex, drugs, materialism, law enforcement, loyalty, trust, recognition, and reputation. I was tired of being broke and I was already in this shit too deep. No turning back now. I hear niggas say, “I'm gone get in the game, make a quick buck, and get out.” I wish it was that easy. I’m not the hardest nigga in the streets, especially with this gun in my hand still pointed at this young brother that I surely knew. But I was going to make myself be known as to not be fucked with. I’ve changed for the worse, but the money made up for it.
“Let’s go, BJ!”

Computer Screen

No job
No cell phone
Friends come to the absolute minimum
No Money
No Car
Waiting for Obama to come knock at my door
No Way
No How
I still try to keep my composure
Then I turn to the Computer Screen
Look up just about anything
Even though i dropped out of School
My Computer Screen gives me the necessary tools
I learned more about My history
Even been to the Great Wall of China on the World Wide Web
I'm not new to a computer
I just didn't know how much fun
And how much time
I spend with Bill Gates & Warren's Buffet Success
Um... Wished I worked for Berkshire Hathaway right about now
Naw... I take that back
I need my 401K
He might pull an Enron

MySpace and FaceBook
Like Crips and Bloods
Literally
I got jumped into the MySpace
Never even been to FaceBook
Am I Afraid of adventure?
I may have A.D.I.D
Attention Deficit Internet Disorder
I find myself going back years in time
From just having an old friends e-mail
Catching up on the Pro's and Con's of life
From Remembering My First Kiss from My First Girlfriend
To remembering my last nasty girlfriend
Who've All I meet physically personally on the first encounter of course

The Times, The Times
But the Computer Screen might as well be my girlfriend
I express all my feelings and fantasies without hearing no Lip
And I want lip I could easily go to a "Search Engine"
Or a Blog
On Blogger.com of course
Right in my Mother's living room
On this loud hard drive running
15" inch flat screen
Computer Screen

Thanks Computer Screen
Things will become better someday
As for now
Hit that TAB!!!



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Marijuana vs. Sports

As we all know, Marijuana is illegal for athletes to use. But... If it was to become legal, do you think athletes would become more finesse and supernatural or would marijuana destroy athletes?

I've posted a pic below of 14 Gold Medal Swimmer and 16 overall medals, Micheal Phelps. The most anybody has in history. But wait... When you swim, you actually have to hold your breathe and move which takes a lot of lung capacity. But not only was he smoking weed... He smoking out of a BONG! GO MICHAEL PHELPS!!!

Betrayed

You think I'm not going thru it
Well baby... I am
You problaly think I'm trippin'
Well maybe I am
You wanna know what I heard
You wanna know whats going on
But just believe that I know
Cause I gotta keep ma Word!
Because my Word is my Bond
And by my Bond I am Respected
And the more I am Respected
The less I get Rejected
But rejection has many names
And Love don't cost a thing
Love could feel so good
But yet be so Lame
But in my case... Fuck Love!
And it's Mama
Cause Love don't bring shit
But heartache and Drama
But Love only occurs
When your mate Loves you back
So in the case I was placed
Love was what you lacked
Use me, Abused me,
Then threw me out
So see what the next Big Thing was all about
I mean I'm not gone lie
You was there when nobody else cared
But I can only believe wat you say
So comparrisions won't compare
You played ya hand good tho
A Royal Flush
And then lost a Best Friend
A Loyal Crush!!!!

Once Loved!

Fantasy

I call you up and say, "Come Ova, I gotta present
And where yo best lingerie to prepare for the essence"
Then I lay the rose pedals that guide you to the Dining Room
Prepared there is Dinner and its more than you assume
A nice juicy steak with Hennyssy marinated in the meat
Well-cooked, so good, its gone get stuck in ya teeth
More rose pedals guide to where it all goes down
Candles lite and they loud, but they ain’t even making a sound
Throw my clothes to the ground, strip down to my silk boxers
Ole Skool Maxwell vibrating through my boom boxes
Egyptian Musk incense mixed with the chronic smoke
So much smoke one mo hit of this blunt and I’m gone choke
You want desert? Cookie dough Hagen-Daz awaits in the freezer
You grab it, I’m licking, Cause I really wanna tease ya
Then I discover you got a few tricks up your sleeve
Reach for my manhood and cover me up with a mouth full of ice cream
A cold sensation traveled through my slender body
Tap you on the ass cause right now you being real naughty
Missionary, DoggyStyle, Cowgirl, 6-9
Every position known to man we not letting Fly-By
Hittin’ all yo good spots, not missing a key
Stroking, Sucking ya neck, and kissing simultaneously
Caress ya stiff hard nipples, bury my face in yo breast
And only with a ring on yo finger, I’m putting an egg in yo nest
You escalated 3 times now I gotta get mine
Duck & Dodge, Stick & Move, In & Out, Grip & Grind
Rewind, cause baby give me a feeling of ecstasy
Fuck imagination, I need you to fulfill my fantasy

P.S. I was wearing Stacy Adams!

First Chance

The first chance, I took a glance, I knew I won
Found my prize, from my eyes, to where my vision become numb
I was foucused on your immaculate beauty at it's best
Your appearnce matched the ratification of my wifey test
Got to know you a lil bit, found out you are intellengent
Talking throughout the night about everything that's irrelevant
Just to hear ya voice everyday is satisfying
To say we don't belong together would be kinda of lying
Only for a couple of days I embraced your presence
But thats all it took to discover my presents
My presents of Love, Passion, and Hope resides only in ya soul
When we are together I would want the whole world to know
That I'm in love wit a goddess, whose cute and real modest
Still shine, make me blind, when she think she at her rottest
But just answer this one question... Why?
I had to leave without getting the chance to say Bye!
Knew I should've been a man, took the chance to ask you out
Didn't know what passed me up or what I was thinking about
Baby, let me make it up to my expression of disconnection
Felt like entering the Gates of Heaven when I dawn on your affection
And your complexion dignifies the true taste of Red Wine
It pours, it shines, it's good, it's mine
Perfectly fine with every Motion Moral, Making, and Mode
In my eyes your newly perfect, never becoming old
So it's told, my feelings for you are worth waiting
Not a friend, not a best friend, or not even dating
But my Main, the girl I'll cherish more percious than my name
So what would you say if I asked to be ya Man???????????????