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[.now this is wat i call perfect timing.]
so today i got a message from a friend going thru a problem. She was telling me about how she's interested in this girl. they spendin time together, kickin it, smashin and she really likes her and feels like it could almost be love. (sounds great right?) WELLLLLLLLLL here's the rain for that parade... the girl she's seeing has a "wife" and a few kids at the crib.
damn son... u hit home bro. HELLA HARD!
sooo what the fuck fuck do u do? are u supposed to be like, "yo u got a family at home and i ain't tryna have the drama" or "hey... lets coast thru this muthafucka... u showin interest so clearly u ain't tryna be where u at now."
first thing is figuring out if she's jz tryna fuck or if this could become a ball of feelings and emotions. for the sake of the advice being given we gon go wit "this could become something" (because if she jz tryna fuck homie... hit it and gone on home pimp!). now as boyfriend number 2, ur job is to follow HER lead. don't go get ya own sheet music and start drummin "Flex" when she playing "Groove With You" (isley brothers for u that don't know...) but in the same sense, if the door is open: go in and make it happen.
*REAL NIGGA TIP* If a girl says "im involved but i can have friends" respect her relationship, but watch how she moves, watch her words, and how she may phrase things cuz she may just open up enough for u to go in, get the flag, and have her stuck on u.
But having her stuck on you isnt enough! my nigga if she has a number 2 she can have a 3, 4, and 5 (we call this the bitch tier consisting of: her starter, her bench, and her bottom bitches) so therefore u gotta play position so that any others never happen or any that are there already become non existant. i kno it seems hard but if u a gentleman (and put ur ego to the side) u can have her to the point where the number stops at 2.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS FOR NUMBER ONE...
now if u number 2 and u tryna create something with this young lady, u gotta get past number 1. get in her head... find out why she's really here. we know she's tryna create something with you but go BEYOND that... get in her home life... find out wat number 1 is doing so wrong that has her gal damn near in another relationship. THATS IMPORTANT! tell her u want the whole truth... u wanna know if they still fuckin (THATS IMPORTANT!), when the decline started (HELLA IMPORTANT!), how she feels about them (r they in love, is it just love or she jz ready to be done), if she sees it getting better, and where does she see yall going. YOU HAVE TO KNOW THESE THINGS IF U AIMIN FOR THE TOP!
of course as a person thats kinda helpin someone cheat, ur gonna feel bad for this other stud (u got 30 seconds to feel bad my nigga) but the next thing that crosses ya mind should be "clearly that nigga ain't handlin bizness so i gave her gal the shoulder she needed. technically ya bitch chose me patna." or... the girl u messin wit is a manipulative maneater and likes to have her cake and eat her pussy too (but we gon hope dat ain't the reason. jz look out for those... i know a few).
now, the move from number 2 to number 1 should be easy my nigga (im only coachin cuz its been done before... remember crystal & kela? took me 3 days to make that transition. i was so smoove wit it). Its all about watching your footsteps. at this point, it ain't about her, it ain't about her girl, its about you walkin this tight rope makin sure u don't fall but playin superman when she does. When she's into you, you start fuckin up they life at home witout even knowing it. she can lay up under that nigga all night but my nigga as long as u dun said the right things and u dun gave it to her real (told her the truth), you gon be on her mind sun up to sun down to sun up my dude (And anything in between). u wanna be her 1st thought in the morning, you want her to start zoning out thinkin bout u. matter of fact, you kinda want her to be disrespectful and text u in front of her gal. (now i know yall thinkin... aye crusay, karma is a bitch, she could get u the same way she gettin this girl. uh NO nigga she can't. wanna know why? because you already beat the game! you know wat u gotta do to make sure another u ain't in the bushes somewhere). but know that it ain't ur job to get her out of the situation, its hers. she's grown, she makes her own decisions. the family and shit at home ain't ur concern. thats not for u to fix.
Remember: u can NEVER make a girl leave, but u can damn sure be the reason.
quote me hoes - POW!
- Yungin ((f.l.h.))
so much i wish i never said... i never wanted u to leave. things become harder and harder the longer we are apart. it took everything in me not to drop down to my knees and beg you to stay. i want you so bad, even though ur not here, i still see you... i can feel ur presence. i just wish you knew that i was different. i wish you could understand that after 2 years of chasing you, im not going to do u like the others... but then again i understand why you wont come back... you've heard that from the last 2 women u were with.
i been fighting with myself about you for weeks... hell i've been fighting with the world... telling them how it doesn't matter what happens, im gonna love you anyway... telling them how ima stick it out and make it work even though you don't want a relationship...
you don't want a relationship...
but you do.
u told me everyone could see that you wanted to be with me...
i told u everyone could see that i wanted you...
but neither of us saw it in each other.
i always swore after Crystal, i would never drop another tear over a female again. but there i was... standing in that parking lot with u fighting back tears... looking down at the ground because i didn't wanna look up and see the image i still hold in my head of u crying all because of me... but i couldn't help it. the tears fell and i knew i had lost u.
kinda felt like a shot to my chest.
felt like i lost my heart.
felt like somebody took a piece of me.
now im wakin up in the middle of the night lookin at my phone hoping i've missed a call so i can call u back or hoping u sent me a text so i can text u back... but its nothing.
u jz keep saying u need time and im tryna give u that but i can't take dis shit no more. im tryna deal wit it the best way that i know how. tryna stay occupied... but ain't nothin workin. i think i came down with a case of u.
or maybe im so lost in the fact that im so in love with you that im not thinking straight.
so ima sit here...
&&ima wait.
ima do everything i need to jz to prove that i love you and you're the one for me.
bank on dat shawty.
- Yungin ((.f.l.h.))
i see you...
every fucking night...
i can't sleep anymore because you invade every dream. my mind constantly shows vivid flashbacks of you and i. i keep seeing you, feeling you, smelling you, hearing you, tasting you... but ur not here. i miss the way you would smile at me after going at it over and over again, the way you kissed me after not seeing me all day.
how is it that we go from talking all day everyday to 1 text every 2 days?
now the situation is so fucked up, im tryna find reasons to see u, but even them valid reasons dont matter. tryna find any reason to text you (like 2 new blogs today)... but it ain't shit to say no more.
my whole mind has been you. every thought. i wonder who u fallin asleep on the phone wit now... if u think about me... just wats goin on in ur head.
no answer tho.
just empty ass texts with no explanation.
aight den coo. fuck it. ima just go back to dating these hoes and fuckin who i want.
i can't. every woman i meet aint u. i try to find anything in her to remind me of you... i can't find it so its on to the next one...
and the next one...
and im still searching.
so now its to the point that im getting pissed off at myself. tryna retrace my steps and tryna find the signs and i can't see it. so now im lookin hella dumb tryna show u that i want you... that i been wantin u.
i think about the nights that we spent together and how close we held each other. i still laugh about the night i said i love u and then ran. i only laugh cuz it's like "well nigga where was u goin?" little did i know, you loved me too.
i unknowingly fucked up and wish i woulda saw it coming... now im in this deep hole. like u ask me things and i know ur upset about something i said and u choose not to tell me what it is.
lack of communication is the leading killer in lesbian relationships (title or no title)
but i cant blame you. its on me and i've accepted that.
i just want my Apollonia back.
- Yungin ((.f.l.h.))
ps: u niggas foolish if u think her name is really apollonia.
lately ive had a little (unwanted) time to myself. so what better way to pass a lonely night by going to house & hotel parties wit the best of em?
so i meet all types of women (its become evident that it's latin season) and they all have the same thing to say about me... "you're not who i thought you were."
who did u think i was? some whore? the nigga that gets around with every model, every pretty chick? this cocky nigga livin the fast life? their response is usually "yeah. i've seen your twitter page."
seriously people? my twitter?
okay. i understand i say some outlandish shit on twitter. quite fuckin humorous but i can be quite the ass hole. i piss women off with some of the things that i say. females stop diggin me because they think to hard about what i tweet. i admit that i may take a shot or two at someone but damn... every tweet?
yall niggas takin twitter to seriously.
i know that when females hear my name they think im this nigga just living it up. i supposedly got hoes everywhere, bitches all up and thru my crib, i even got the question "are you a pimp?" supposedly im the nigga that preys on females... thats y im so quiet in the club.
a pimp dat preys on girls...
iono who been tellin yall these things, or maybe my tweets say too much while saying nothing at all... fuck maybe its just yall.
lemme say this to clear the air: i dont prey on females. 9 times out of 10 if im wit a girl, its not cuz i came at her... she came at me. i HATE making the 1st move. i do it on occasions cuz i kno if i dont get her then, i won't get her at all. im quiet in the club because i don't like to be seen. don't get me wrong, i don't mind being seen. my whole thing is i don't like to look on downelink the next day and have hella messages. hoes post pictures of me in the club, videos... i mean seriously, i shouldn't have to flag videos of myself and send admins of these sites emails sayin its unapproved shit. i go to the club to handle BIZNESS or show support for my community and my supporters.
girls look on my twitter and begin to look at me as the good bad stud. im this good nigga but im a "bad boy"... even girls that i THOUGHT knew me have started looking at me differently thanks to twitter. i feel like if u wit me damn near everyday or if we talk on a regular basis, you know im not this "bad boy" people perceive me to be.
here's a little true false for u:
- I only date white girls... FALSE! i do like snow bunnies don't get me wrong but i don't care what color u are... if i like u, i like u.
- I only date models... FALSE! models are coo, but i been there. i prefer not to date a girl in the industry unless she is grounded and centered.
- I have a girlfriend... FALSE! i had something like a girlfriend... things happen. but i have been single since the middle/end of february.
- I have girls on rotation... FALSE! i was sleeping with the same girl for like a month or 2 now (up until a couple weeks ago) and i still haven't even kissed another girl.
- Im a pimp... FALSE! like seriously... that shouldn't even be questioned.
So really people can we cut this twitter shit out? im not that hard of a person to talk to. if u think im takin a shot at u... holla at me. if u think im being hella rude, tell me. if u need an explanation on something i said, get at me. i don't bite. jz stop judging me based on what i write...
its twitter people.
get to know me...
or fuck off.
-Yungin ((.f.l.h.))
So... you've found the one u wanna be with. U spend every day together, fuck everyday, she stays at ur crib, u stay at her crib, met friends, met family, said the I love yous, ur falling in love with each other, talkin about the future, saying how you'll never leave... and pow!
She disappears.
You have this one super small ass argument and u don't hear from her. She won't pick up calls or return them. U send a text and u get nothing back. Feels like a break up huh? Feels like u can't breathe, don't wanna sleep in ya bed cuz she was just in the same sheets, aint tryna watch any movie that reminds u of her, or maybe u gotta go buy new lotion cuz the only lotion in the house smells like her (random I know but I can't be the only one... lets be real gnr...).
But y r u hurt?
Yall weren't together. That was NOT ur girlfriend. She aint obligated to call, she aint obligated to come by or chill, and she aint obligated to talk to u and only you.
but neither are you.
We as people can fall so deep that we consume ourselves with one person, forgetting that we are not in relationships and that they are just friends. No matter how much work u put in, how much time you spend, how many I love yous you get from her, she is just a friend.
But friends don't kiss each other on the mouth right?
(Shoutout to my nigga BillieSimone)
So what is it? What do you do? How do you handle it? How do you make sure that there's no one else tryin to get where you're at?
You can't. there's always somebody trying to get ur position which is why you step ya game up. Date other people if u need to. But even dating others won't stop u from experiencing the pain of her leaving if she chooses to do so. All you can really do is treat every conversation, every kiss, every hug, and every I love you like its ur last one...
or leave.
Regardless, your in a situation where someone is bound to get hurt so call it what it is...
- Yungin. ((f.l.h.))
so lately i been chillin out wit some new people... and at the end of it they all say, "damn son, u not as bad as niggas say you are." supposedly im some rowdy ass, ghetto, rob ya grandmother in front of u type of nigga that don't give a fuck about nobody but myself and im kinda pushy on the females...
what?
seriously, im one of the shyest, nicest cats you will ever meet. i don't usually approach girls and i don't make the first move. hell i don't kiss on the first date. i open doors, pull out chairs, give my jacket if she cold, pay for dinner, i don't get all handsy with girls either. i don't club a lot and even when i do go it's to support my people or for bizness. im very chill unless u fuck with me. i have a dark past and yeah sometimes (especially recently) it tends to come back but i wont run from my past. i kno who i've been, who i am, and who im gonna be.
so call me ignorant, call me young, call me a whore, call me violent...
but you don't know me til u give me the chance.
so get to know me
or fuck off...
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
aight aight... so my niggas been askin me why i have chosen to be faithful with a girl im not officially with. fuck, nigga... y not? i mean this is a girl who's heart i broke back in march. she was important then and she's important now. i fell for her but i still loved my ex and my dumbass messed it up... now im getting it back... im proving myself by leaving these hoes alone (amongst other things) plus i know that she is in Cali not fuckin wit nobody else. then they asked how is it possible for me to jump from fucking whoever i wanted whenever i wanted dis summer to settling down...
well...
lemme say this: fear of settling down is all in ya head. its a mind game u play on urself when u start getting older. its like when u in high school or fresh in college its SO MANY HOES!!! especially going to TSU... its like hoes grow on trees and plant themselves on the tiger walk. They start noticing u a fly nigga and then they become groupies (and be like "heeey Crusay" on the tiger walk... in groups of 5 or more... POW NIGGA!) and den u jz start smashin. shit... u single... u young... da bitches love u!
den u meet dat 1 girl...
and its like when u see her... ur heart melts. when she smiles... ya heart starts racing. u can't stop smiling around her... u get the sweaty hands and shit... and u can't help but approach her. u just approach her differently like she's a woman... not a hoe. yall start talking and things get serious... then u go thru the issue i had with myself today -- what if this is it? what if she is the one? what if she hurts me? what if she cheats? am i really the right one for her? if we break up and she shatters my world how would i bounce back?
look my nigga... at the end of the day u gotta let dat shit go!
u can't be a hoe the rest of your life. its okay to screw a few but when that right one comes... you owe it to urself to explore it. think about all the great things that come with a relationship with someone special... shiii during the winter u got somebody to sit in front of the fireplace wit, u can get da bizness every night, u got somebody das gon be by ya side. although u may feel like u don't need that and ur happy running around wit dis girl and dat girl... it gets lonely my dude. its plenty of times i have laid down in my bed and been like 'damn... i wish i had a shorty here.' den u call every hoe u can and all dey wanna do is smash... BITCHIMTRYNACUDDLE! lol.
all im sayin is the different girls coming and going don't amount to the quality time spent with that one person that could be your soul mate... and these hoes and groupies arent important... not even tryna be. they want u for ya swagger, popularity, money or jz to say yall smashed... but the girl that actually wants to be with you... wants to be with you because she wants you... all of you... mind body and soul.
and that my friends is why i am remaining faithful to my unofficial girl & the reason i stopped my summer shenanigans (lol love dat word).
...that is also the reality of Danity Kane
lol
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
Lately i have been hearing a lot of talk about same sex violence. After participating in a few of these conversations, I realize that many feel like its okay because they are the same sex. Well, unfortunately playa, dat aint okay. Hitting the person that you're dating is not okay whether they're male or female.
This year i came out of an abusive relationship. I can't exactly tell u how it started but it was crazy. I remember we had an argument... it was late at night. I don't know what it was about or anything. What i do remember is turning away from the door, she said "hey," i turned around and she hit me. Not a slap, but a full force punch to my face. So many thoughts ran thru my head... i juss couldn't believe what happened. Another altercation we had was bad. It was splash 08. Anybody that knows me knows that i am anti-splash. I feel like its a lil hood. (I mean come on people... have a little class.) So her friends had been asking her to go and she compromised and wasn't gonna go for me. The day of the beach (sunday) we were up early. She was braiding my hair and her friend called. She was begging her to go to splash. Now this was the day before our 5th month anniversary. I planned to surprise her and take her out to dinner and go parlay. Then the next day Uh Huh Her was playing somewhere in town, so we were going to the concert. Aaaaanywho. She told her friend yes. So i juss took out my phone and started textin my patnas askin them wat dey was doin and if they wanted to go out to dinner. I mean she knew we had plans... she juss didn't know what. So when i started texting she got upset, stormed off and called me a bitch. Um... wat did i do? So i got up and was like "what u call me?" and shes grabbin all my stuff (sidekick, clothes, flat iron... EVERYTHTING) throwin it outside... WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! so im tryna talk to her and she hits me... in the face... again. i grab my face and she slams me against the wall and starts going at me. im trying to push her off and block at the same time which just isn't happening. so im walking off to my car and she starts throwing full force punches in the back of my head to the point where im blacking out. All this time im trying to wrap my head around this one question: how is it that the same person that i just kissed, just had sex with last night, just told me she loved me, and is wearing my ring, is going at me like this?" Once im in the car she tries to break in my window, take off a windshield wiper, and a side mirror. Mind you, we hadn't had an argument in weeks. What happened? So she told me that she was gonna change... aight coo. we got bk together and everything was going good. For months we were good... then out of nowhere we got into it and she hit me. I blacked out for a minute and she was just going at me. Im not gettin my ass whooped dis time. so i pushed her... full force and just cussed her out. she pushed me and went to hit me and i ducked. she choked me and i was just wondering again... what the fuck? then it was just fight after fight until we finally broke up while i was in the hospital. she left because "i couldn't get my shit together" and cuz of my moms. seriously my dude? SERIOUSLY? so AFTER we broke up there were 2 more occasions... once in the car after she found out about me chillin wit another girl and then another one where i don't remember how it started but it was somethin serious. i think i almost died that day.
Now, with me coming out of an abusive household (dad was crazy. only memories of him are him hitting moms) u would think i woulda been gone right? Iono what kept me in that cycle. This effected me so much that it started to fuck with my life. I was having dreams and moving so cautiously. I used to flinch if she moved to quick. I kno some of yall may call me a punk or lame cuz i didn't hit back. but what would that have solved? it woulda ended with somebody calling the cops and ME going to jail. Im the nigga in the basketball shorts, fitted and tee. Im going guaranteed (yall know HPD). Plus this was who i was in a relationship with... this was who i loved... why would i hit her? Why would she hit me?
i swore i would never put myself in that situation again. i just don't want it to get to a point where i have to bust a cap in a bitch to get my point across.
As a stud... a "dominant" figure... i can't tell you how much it hurts to have your partner put their hands on you. Most studs are too embarrassed to talk about it... but it happens. Be real and admit it to yourselves... this shit is real.
but violence is more likely to occur with a stud hitting a femme.
I see these younger (my generation) studs choosing the violent route. they get mad over petty bullshit and go upside their girlfriend's head. dat shit ain't cool homie. imagine if that was your sister... you'd be all over the nigga that put them bruises on her. i know of studs that don't get their way and just lose it. They choose to use their hands instead of their words. No argument should come to that. That is your girlfriend. the person you sleep with, the person you say that you love, the person you're supposed to protect... why would you harm them? maybe she hit u first but don't swing back... leave. Maybe she said something smart to you... walk away. Trust me it will be the best decision you have ever made.
So to the ones that are in a violent, emotional, or sexually abusive relationship... whether you are being abused or you are the abuser... get out and get some help.
don't just be quiet...
speak up.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
so i sat here for a couple of minutes and tried to write a rhyme to describe how i feel. well dat didn't work out so ima juss say it.
this weekend someone came back into my life that i have been thinking (and talking) about all summer. while im on some parlay parlay shit wit my patnas this outta state number calls. now im thinkin its these bitches we tryna find playin games... so im goin off like wtf is dis? and the more i listened... the more it clicked... and i started cheesin hard. my niggas QQin at me like... damn nigga who is dat? so she told me she would call me back. she sounded kinda upset but i had her number so fuck it lol. so then she called the next day juss talkin to me... and its juss casual talk... a few apologies. and... yeah. it was coo :) so she called a couple days later and we were talking about how things were .circa:march. how we were really feeling and other things. she finally understood how serious i was. she told me that i had to slow and stop some things that i am doing. so i have. my phone number count has gone from 374 to 180... and the majority of those are business or fams. im not conversing with many people. i mean my heads in the game. she was actually the last GIRL girl dat i talked to. Crazy right? So she says that she understands that i am serious. but will i get that last chance? Is cleaning myself... my LIFE up worth it this time around? i mean... the title of my blog is .cash.clubs.cars.clothes.&&chicks. (check the blue bar up top). shit thats what ive been about since her. i mean crystal was still in my life but i was tired of dat bitch. i had done her so wrong for crystal that i played myself and lost a good one. a girl dat was gonna keep me in my place but still go everywhere wit me. she was beautiful&&deserving... but i treated her like a jump off. so i juss hope she realizes that this is forreal. no games. no blindfolds. no exes. no jumpoffs. just her.
Call me Jordan 4th quarter in '92.
- Charlene
it took losin her to accept reality
shorty was the best thing that coulda happened to me
no poker face needed to play the fool
lookin at myself in the mirror thinkin wat did i do
phone number erased no contact but myspace
she'd read and not reply felt like a slap in my face
no way she still cared
cuz honestly i shoulda been there
but i fucked up acting like she was nothing to me
she was there to rebuild me after the hurricane... that was something to me
never touched never kissed although the thought crossed my mind
but she never expressed the need so i guessed it wasn't our time
still think about her although she's so far gone
december 3rd shawty say she gon come back home
wonder if i'll be with another or will i be with her...
the ball's in your court ma...
which one do u prefer?
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
aight. anyone that knows me knows that i love femmes. i do... juss everything about them. how they smell, how they walk, how they talk. EVERYTHING!!! but that seems to be my issue! i love girls and they see that so they love me back! all different colors, shapes, and sizes. girls love Cru. i've heard some say its my ego (Crusay), my "swagger", how i carry myself, or this random ass accent i have. its cool for me cuz i used to be a geek back in the gap lol. with girls come attachments. being with another girl produces an emotional bond even if yall are just talking. people start catching feelings and then someone's heart gets broke sooner or later.
with me dealing with a few girls (yes they know about each other) i start to give a fuck about them. when they act shady, i act out. when they lie, i catch them. when they catch attitudes over something stupid, i try to smooth it over. when they wanna vent to me about their exes, i listen. if we go out, i open doors and pay for whatever it is we will do that night (yes every date). if we stay in, i cook. im some what of a gentleman type. that makes them like me more aaaaaand then comes the drama.
sometimes i feel like a stock. like these girls have claims on me. 2 of em don't even stay in texas... 1 is rather irrelevant at this point and the other... well... damn. in her words "i played myself". i coulda had a good girl but muthafukkin crystal and her promises. i did play myself, but whenever she calls, i listen to her go off and put me in my place. she understands me... both sides of me. shit she calls me by my legal name. she had quite an impact on me. its certain cd's i try not to play because they remind me of her (Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign).
then i got a younger chick. she apparently dropped allllllll of her hoes to talk to me. WOW SON. when i found that out my only reply was "all of em?!" lol. YES NIGGA ALL OF THEM! dayum. she's serious about this right? she's an awesome chick. she hasn't put me in my place yet. she's a fast lifer though. .cash.clubs.cars.clothes&&chicks. she's definitely about a couple of those so i guess technically she cant tell me nothin.
another chick. she's coo but i've been told i gotta cut her off. gotta hate when they beef right? especially when having you in common is completely coincidental. so... no comment?
next one i don't know what the hell is goin on. shit i never know whats goin on. she makes me scratch my head. but she calls every night so we can knock out together. the simple things matter right?
then there's my ex. "Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for sanity. - Charlene". okay so my ex is kinda nuts and indecisive. she'd rather give a lame chance after chance than give a good nigga another chance. but then i get these random i love you text messages. i just look at her as a friend now. like... das my nigga wit good p*ssy that i don't get anymore (don't think i want it... i hear the girl she smashin got that uh-uh).
uh-uh.
so how do i deal with the drama? how do i deal with the interferences from the outside world, my exes and their exes?
i dont.
although i have abandonment issues, im quite quick to leave. i'll throw a bitch the finger quickly. its hard after u get attached to let go of em but i get over it. shrug it off and chill chill wit another one. i mean why should i sit there and be upset over it? i'd rather go to the club, dance, drink, and chill. i mean im an easy going cat. sometimes i make the wrong decision, sometimes its them... depending on what they do, i may have hard feelings but most of the time i dont.
alot of times i ask myself "u tired of goin thru the same thing yet?" sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes no... i love the fact that these girls cant get enough of me. i love that my smile makes a girl wanna come over and talk to me. i admit it... i love talking to different women of all races. but then again...its like i get tired of the games, the lies, and the exes. deception ain't my thing mayne. i get tired of not comin home to nobody. the bed gets lonely as shit. im not sayin i want a girl to live with me (im not ready yet), but a girl that was here a couple days wouldn't hurt. but its the different girls staying over that i like... im not saying im promiscuous... although if u analyzed my summer it would seem that i am... but im not. 1 girl at a time (well there was that one time) but u get what im sayin. a lot of girls i can seriously just lay down with. its not always about gettin the booty. a lot of times the company is enough...but sex can change everything. sometimes i can take it as it just being sex but then again sex can make that emotional bond stronger or it could break it. it could lead to confusion, arguments and eventually a break up.
Crusay, Crusay...
what have i gotten myself into?
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
10. *depending on how tonight goes... ima leave this one open for now*
09. Rachel - smashed her but she's foolish... she is a moment. like... 2 seconds really
08. Car wreck - still tryna get a new new...
07. Working at Which Which - a curse but a blessing
06. The return of Jackie - she's gonna make the top notch moments list too... but she's foolish...
05. The Boo closing - i miss dat place forreal
04. Summer, Lacy & Stacy's return to prominence - they killed that shit quick
03. The fallout between me and Chay (TS1) - she crossed the wrong nigga and almost got fucked off
02. Gemini - stupid bitch. definitely bullshit
01. The division of Crystal and I. - fuck spring/summer 2009... top bullshit moment of my life.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
can't stand seeing old pictures of me and u
said i was stuck in love but that game is thru
cuz that love turned to me despising everything about ya
and to think at 1 point i thought i couldn't live without ya
u played me like a chess game shorty i cant hate
got me for the cash and crib so check and checkmate
gave u the benefit of the doubt and u shattered my world
but quick to say i love u when u hear about the other girls
started thinkin maybe i should give u another chance
thought about it again and put it up in God's hands
and He showed me who u really are
u dealin with the lames instead of a nigga thats goin really far
so ignore me until im a figment of ur imagination
cuz im done waitin for u to get right im impatient
once wifey now them feelings are gone
now to me ur just another love song.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
if you check my facebook page (facebook.com/crusay) it says that i am in a relationship and it is complicated with new york aka my best girl (im sure ima get roasted for that later ha). so contrary to what the page says, i am NOT (i repeat) NOT in a relationship right now (very much single... dont get it twisted)... but it is complicated between me and shorty. its like damn we can never get our paths to cross right... like mayne son i have always had it for this chick right (9th grade to be exact) but its like damn my ego will not take her serious. shit trips me out cuz i be like aight aight... she's gonna go thru wit it and its gonna go down and my ego is like... nigga... we been doin this since 2007 wit her... call it what it is mayne. so its like its a constant battle between me and... well... me. like i trust her and all but damn mayne... she don't call, barely text, stay outta state, den when she here i c her one time... like my dude. den she be on this love u shit. and im like aight... if das real call a nigga... if das real text a nigga... shit i call and text no returns but let a nigga back down or start talkin bout another bitch and she be makin a nigga feel really fuckin guilty. shit she almost got gal'd this week to be honest... but den i waited for a min and started noticing same shit different day. so at this point im just like what the hell is there to do. she say if i love her i should trust her (every chick says dat) but when ya track record is so bad... what do u expect? u can't just get chance after chance after chance... for one i need definition. two i need stability: i need a chick das gon check in on the regular... not no once a week shit... if we on a level where we talkin like we could get together very soon im expectin to hear from u every other day... shit maybe every day (favorite girl grasped that concept when she was starting for the team). so what do i do? i don't wanna lose a good girl but i wont sit here and be foolish cuz she ain't tryna be on my page...
one more night left in town... she gonna remain ghost or will she re-appear?
make ya move ma.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
eyes all hazy from the smoke and the blacklight
she used to wanna be the reason i got on some ack right
but last night she allowed me to give her my all
thoughts in my mind conveyed to her body wit 1 phone call
like a pro she took care of what she knew she could never get
so she took advantage until she could take no more of it
she looked back at me and asked for another hit
not from the drugs... i guess im her new fix
this 2 woman show played for only one night
no reunion tours no encores no flights
no fights with each other cuz she wasn't cast for the season
my e ticket out my mind she was here for that reason
didn't have to toss money or have to be someone other than me
but we went to a place that i would rather be
lost in ecstasy then lost in my dreams
she makes houstatlantavegas more interesting than it seems
its even better since she hasn't called or text
cuz she knows that to me it was only sex.
true story. (circa 8/28/09-8/29/09)
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
a lot of people dont understand that i dream in color... forreal... i have vivid dreams... touch, taste, smell, hear, & see everything. so last night i had a dream... it was about every girl i had been with.
so... it started off with me waking up in my bed... sun all shiny and shit... smellin breakfast... and for some reason "International Playaz Anthem" is playin. so the beat drops... i hop outta bed and brush my teeth and walk in my kitchen to c who is cookin in my damn crib! So i walk in and it's my last girlfriend crystal... i kiss her and give her a hug and she switches up on me in to (muthafuckfuckme!)gemini... so im like wat da hell im trippin! so im talkin to her and she switches up into my first girlfriend britney... so im like i gotta go...
every thing goes black and fades back in... its night time and im on top of some girl. i look up and its (for disclosure purposes) heather so im like okay coo... lets keep it here. then she switches into stellz, who switches into jackie, who switches into rachael? (WAT DA HELL IS GOIN ON RIGHT?!) so this is gettin un-be-fuckin'-lievable. i gotta be trippin. so the whole scene switches to the bedroom with the blacklight... so im layin in the bed with corey(?) who scared the SHIT out of me... i knew it was a dream then. so im holdin her and it juss starts goin thru every single girl... and then she disappeared. and it was just me...
and these words came to me...
if i told u all i feel and everything i see
you would walk away from me in disbelief
i've felt pain and seen angels who have torn me apart
thought they were heaven sent but it seemed they didn't have a heart
made love to the sexiest women i've ever seen
even had a brief stint with a chick in a few magazines
but she messed up wat i had wit this girl i been after
2 years runnin and i still cant catch her
seems wat i lack is definition in the situation
but while laid up in the hospital God showed me how to be patient
so im waitin for the next chance to be found
cuz u never kno how everything could turn around
sometimes i wanna shake the nice guy image in me
imagine me not givin a fuck... thats just not in me
but i wont remain the one that they call when the need the pluck jones
i get tired of bein used and i'd honestly rather be alone
cuz i can't take the lies, the crying, and the games
its like they get with me and still think they with these lames
so bullshit me not save your stories for someone else
take me or leave me cuz i can be by myself.
.welcome to my reality.welcome to my heartbreak.
- Yungin ((f.l.h))
every inch of her is perfect from her hair to her toes
after one kiss she make u feel like u blowed
one look in her eyes can take u deep inside her mind
her beauty is priceless so she could never be a dime
i keep seeing her face every time i go to sleep
remembering what it was like when she was layin next to me
i could feel her heart beating almost in sync with mine
they say the beautiful ones hurt u every time
this one is different although she gave me a little pain
i still want to show her this painted picture in my brain
she hard to stay away from no matter how much i tell myself no
cuz all i can think about is how when she's near i lose control
from my mind to my body its like she has some kind of hold
she's a captivating woman with a beautiful soul
tryna let her go but i can't shake free
cuz im still wantin her even after she's done with me.
- Yungin.
u decended down from heaven just to see me again
u reached out your hand and told me lets be friends
so i reached out to grab you and my hand went through
and u looked at me and said ur not being true
tell me your real feelings u have no reason to hide
so i showed u my heart as tears fell from my eyes
it was beaten and torn so many pieces were gone
from every lover before that took a piece of me and then moved on
i unlocked the chain and exposed the feelings inside
my reality of you was too much so u started floating back to the sky
i reached out my hand to grab you once again
and it didn't go through so i pulled u back and made u listen
i spoke my truth my every thought about you
things my reality wont say because its scared to
u began to smile and my mind was put at ease
then u said something that knocked me down to my knees
u told me its been nice but i took our time spent too seriously
u told me that u cared but u was in the business of misery
you reached out to grab a piece of my heart so i locked it
and told u this ain't our first time u already have a piece in your pocket.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
i saw u last night in my dreams
u were an angel complete with a halo and wings
with every kiss i could taste ur lips
u made love to me with ur words and then i started to slip
i started to fall fast & u started falling too
but in reality it was just me holding on to you
u shook me free and watched me fall
and floated back to heaven with no regrets at all.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
so lately things have been a bit crazy for me... this year has been crazy for me. my nephew was born (das my duuude!), i lost my wife, wrecked my car, got laid off twice, im 2 steps off my fathers ass, was in the hospital for a min, lost one of my best friends (but i realize she needed to go anyway), got played by 1 out of 2 females from the same camp, lost a good girl because of a dumbass ex, broke someone's heart back in march, released a mixtape that coulda done better, was on depression meds for about a month and a half, had a few physical altercations, dated 2 strippers, my best girl moved to ny, and i picked up a couple of old vices along the way.
needless to say, im exhausted.
im tired people. i've given so much of myself to the world, and i am drained. im fucking tired... thats why im not in the club and thats y u don't see me in the streets. i've started to walk back into seclusion and honestly im not beefing with it. i got these people that see how im livin, they love how i walk, how i talk, how i dress, how girls dig on me, but they don't know whats behind the door. they don't know what its like to be used to being in a relationship and that disappearing... that loneliness when ur laying in ur bed at night and there isn't a body laying next to u holding u like u are the only person left in the world...they don't know what its like to have to watch every corner because some jealous ass stud could be ready to jump u at any minute... they don't know what it's like to have almost everything u love snatched away from u all in 1 day... they don't know what its like to question ur friends cuz u can't trust anybody around u... i mean yall see me... i always have a smile on my face when i step out in the public but the only reason that is is because my moms always taught my sister and i to look our best on our worst day... and i always look my best (that should tell u something). im not asking for sympathy. im not asking for phone calls or text messages. im just askin for people to cut the bullshit and start being real. stop lyin. stop keeping people around just to keep them around. if u dont wanna be friends wit that nigga then duce duce. u owe nobody an explanation for what u do. stop mistreating people. treat people like u wanna be treated. stop hatin cuz a nigga is gettin money and you not. take a second and see what it is that that person is doin different from u that is making them successful. quit the jealousy and the backstabbing. learn how to bring nothing but the best to the table so u can avoid bullshit results. and please people, stop being so judgmental and understand that people fuck up and they deserve second chances. God has given us all a second chance, and since we are no better than Him, who are we to deprive someone that is as equally guilty as we are of a second chance?
i just feel like i need a break from the world...
but at the end of the day this is reality...
my reality.
and my reality is that im falling.
its a slow fall but its faster than what i expected. im falling away from everything and everyone so quick that half the time i don't wanna be bothered. juss gimmie my blacklight and my mix cd and lemme sit in the clouds by my dolo until im okay. let me cry... its okay for me to do that. let me smile when im actually having a good day. let me be me and don't try to take the elements that make me Charlene Yvette Cruse away. and stop taking shots at Crusay because this is an ego that you created.
so like my about me says...
.welcome to my reality.
are u ready to take this journey with me?
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
cocky much? yes i am thanks for askin
yall sideline haters while we in the coupe laughin
roof absent wit ya girl in the passenger
2 seater ridin so her patna in her lap and uh
i wouldnt wait up if i was you
cuz by the end of the night she gon be screamin Yung Cru
she been forgot about u soon as she seen my face &
she said u dunebuggyin im nascar racin
u steady hatin im steady stuntin
check the first single nigga i said i wasn't frontin
u can talk it but my clique we walk it out
gettin paper's our conversation so what is it u talkin bout?
we laugh at the mini me's yung cru wanna be's
watchin my every move cuz im who ya girl wanna see
mark ya body up like me but im who you'll never be
im on my a-game u last in line like the letter "Z"
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
i used to be this lil chick she had been kickin it wit
now im lookin around and she's gone cuz of the bullshit
what am i to do? i cant erase the past
the thoughts in my head made me fall on my ass
shoulda listened to my heart cuz from the start i knew not
but i jumped to conclusions and she left the starting spot
wish i could bring her back to me my apologies wont change anything
but if she turned around she would turn into my everything
even then she was the only one i was thinkin bout
only one i was dreamin bout now im lookin up like help me out
bring this angel back into my presence
i dun messed up my blessin and already im stressin
i juss wanna go back to the place we was before
i know ur mind is made up but im sayin don't close this door
i told u i can show and prove and thats what im willin to do
me + u there's no way that we can lose
me and u fit together apollonia and prince style
i know u feel it too its in ya eyes whenever u smile
so before u leave shorty think twice
u could lose out on one of the greatest niggas in ur life.
- Yungin. ((.flh.))
i loved her fancy underwear.
i met her officially in april. shortly after that, we were in each others beds. ironically me and the prom queen started talking cuz she was supposed to be gettin me to get at her roommate. clearly that didn't happen. we spent much time together. it was convenient cuz she stayed in the complex. she'd juss walk over and it was goin daun diggity. i had been warned about her from everybody, but i couldn't help her. she was dangerous... the good but bad kind. amazing sexually... lied her ass off. and when i would catch her in a lie, she'd kiss me. never has a girl had me wrapped like that. we weren't together... i give her that. but the i love you's were so sincere. all game... in the back of my head i knew it. i was so apprehensive of a lot that she did. so i found out some things... and hey i had to bounce. if she woulda been honest i woulda worked it out.
...waiting for the chance to get to tell her im the one she should be with.
so her best friend... is like prom queen version 2.No... she was one of prom queens roommates that i knew from 2007 (it juss clicked for some of yall who these people are lmao) so we had previous history. thanks to prom queen being her new bestie... we were "reaquainted" with each other. so prom queen screws up (she's actually behind me finding out a few things... so many stories on that) and version 2.No swoops in... real Crusay style lol... and we "connect" again. coo... but then she starts slippin... fallin fast... but she always found a way back into ecstacy... then i started noticing how a lot of her steps were duplications of the prom queen... the way she moved, the way she talked... the "boo's" and "baby's" were all too familiar... seriously they sounded exactly the same. i even caught my self while i was holdin her and she said "i just feel so safe here... with you" and it was like while she was saying it, her and the prom queen's body were fading in and out... it was really REALLY trippy. and that was when i said "she's about to lose herself" so she started feeding me the same exact stories. and honestly sometimes i had to look at my phone and see if i was really talking to her! so finally i got to the point where i said "ima just be her friend. ima have to tell her shes been dropped... i kno she gon be hurt but we got bigger and better things that are way more worth it (shout out to miss "she got it" *all smiles*). then i was like iono... then i saw a myspace update (people... be careful what YOU post on myspace... ur lies are showing. and take responsibility for your actions... myspace ain't gettin messy, u juss mad cuz u got found out! be a grown woman!) and i saw 2.No commented on Prom Queen's status... (investigation time) so im QQin... QQin... QQin... and i start noticing more and more things... so she's as much of a liar as the prom queen. haha. crystal told me bout dem hoes...
she had it all figured out...
moral of the day people is don't be a dumb ass... don't go watch the movie that everybody n they mama saw n try to make a movie juss like it... we can tell ur a carbon copy. switch up the game mayne.
and:
to Heather and Jackie aka Gemini and Mya aka Delina and Lenae:
Congratulations... 1 out of 2 girls pullin the okie doke on Crusay aint bad. so... Heather (cuz u remember my birthday night (saturday, june 20th if u wanna look it up)... my bathroom "don't call me gemini" haha...)best of luck with cori... be ready for ur karma... and Jackie... its been fun. but i gotta E-Drop you... (GNR!!!) you've been dropped. we can be coo... i expect my $25 bucks when u get bk on this side of town&&hope u feel better... but u gotsta go!
but you two fucking up paved the way for some one that is a m a z i n g, smart, seductive, sexy, beautiful... she's a lil fucked up but i like it. and to think just 1 month ago i was heart broken...
guess u never know how everything could turn around. :)
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
she's beauty at its best never settling for less
perfection at its finest cuz her flaws she will confess
im willing to contest any nigga thats tryna take her
she's all about her money and won't let this money make her
she lives for 25 hour days and nights under the city lights
fallin asleep in my arms cuz im the one that makes her feel right
she can take away my pain and my stress in one kiss
everytime i leave i'm the one that she miss
never jealous when the girls stare
cuz she knows that her love can not be compared
so addicted to her im checkin in to rehab as we speak
every time i see her my knees start getting weak
she rocks it all from Manolo's to Hollister polo's
she loves to spend my time but doesn't mind me rollin solo
infatuated with it all from basketball to mac makeup
always breakin my heart cuz she's only a memory when i wake up
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
Normally in a situation like this i would go off a little more than usual because of the sensitivity of the subject. im no longer sensitive to it anymore. if anything it's made me stronger, but we gotta learn from our mistakes.
So. December 1, 2007 i met what i thought was the end of my life... my wife. i just knew she was the one. dat was gon b my baby boo! until february 2009 when she left a nigga at the hospital heart broken on crutches. amazing right? a lot of love there. After i got out of the hospital (and could finally walk again) i went to c my new ex girlfriend. i vividly remember sitting in her living room as these words came out of her mouth: "i just want to be your friend. you need to move on. u can tell me about the other girls its coo." now i know yall are like... dude u kno she didn't mean that... no girl does. hmm. i thought she did. anybody cold-hearted enough to break up wit u in the hospital (it was a nice lengthy stay too) really means that shit. so coo. i took it for what it was. started talkin to an 18 yr old from TSU. Shorty was coo. Nothing ever happened between us. no kissing no sex. her attitude was a bit much but i was tryna stick with black women (and not go back to my snow bunny ways lol). I told my ex about her and she told me, "i don't give a fuck. i told u to move on." coo. So one night im takin the TSU chick and some of her friends to Big Yo's (dropping them off... ionfuckswitdemlikedat) and my ex just so happens to call and hears the new new in the background and goes off. She was pissed to the highest pisstivity (thanks to Brian Angel from Day26 for the word) when she heard this girl. So i have one in my car saying "tell her she needs to chill out. u need to control her" and the other in my ear saying "how u got another bitch in the car with you?" but wait... didn't u tell me you don't give a fuck? hmm... so. this caused a strain on me and the chick from TSU and we parted ways thanks to these words from my ex, "lets work it out babe." so another chick comes about and i start to do what u asked but u get mad about it and all of a sudden wanna work it out... riiiight. hella suspicious. So i let my ex move in (her shit was here more than she was... and its not like she had a job) and the night we were moving some of her stuff her and the TSU chicky got a chance to talk. Lies were told, i got slapped in the back of my head while driving (blacked out for a good 3.5) and when we get home my ex wants to argue and fight... blaming me. but i thought u said move on?
*shrugs shoulders* maybe i missed it...
so my ex goes out of state for a week. i take care of this big ass fuckin dog that can get me kicked out of my apts and get no appreciation for it. the night before she left for Tennessee, a nice chicky leans over the balcony across from me and says "hey my roommate thinks ur hot" if u kno me u kno i said "coo." so the week that my ex is gone to Tennessee me and the roommate chop it up a little. no chill chill shit cuz her and my ex knew each other really well and couldn't (still can't) stand each other. Ex comes back from Tennessee and we fall out. Huge physical altercation. She broke lamps, threw tables, chairs... crazy? yes... y yes she is. bitch had the side of my face swollen and never once did i hit this girl. i pushed and grabbed her so she would stop hitting me but that would be it. Of course she moves out (she's one that walks out a lot when she doesn't get her way). She moves to Rosenberg and then goes to Wharton for a couple weeks. So we talk for that 1st week and then she disappears. dodging phone calls, myspaces... so im like maybe she is finally done. awesome. well... remember the chicky from cross the way (the balcony chick)... well turns out she was best friends with a chick i was chillin wit in 07 before i met my ex. coo. i c them in the pool and then we all start chillin on the reggie. its me, the balcony chicky, the roomate, and the 07 chick. coo. so i have a performance one sunday evening. lets just say tequila is a horrible person but a wonderful drink. needless to say between the 4 of us... we kno each other quite well now. ironically the day after... my ex comes back. okay... so i tell her what happened and she says she never wants to talk to me again. ...but i thought u said "move on"? So y does it matter again?
*shrugs shoulders* maybe i missed it?
Oookay... so me and the balcony chicky start chillin hard... and who comes back again? (never fails) my ex... she says "lets be friends." im thinkin "biish u been sayin this shit since february... it is all of may now" so okay. she finds out me and the balcony chicky are chillin. she asks and i tell her the truth(stop lyin to females. it ain't worth the drama). another temper tantrum thrown by my ex... another argument. so what does she do? she decides to fight fire with fire... she goes and gets her some and then hops into a relationship with this chick for all of about a week. and then calls me like this is Usher's "Confessions" im like... um okay. its like she almost wanted me to be mad and go off... i cared but i didn't... so she goes bk to worrying about me and the balcony chicky (then that situation self-destructs... thats a whole different blog right there). My ex comes over and starts talkin bout how i just have oh so many hoes... (where... plz point em out) she's mad about the girls from across the way and the TSU chick. for what? She's still mad about the break up. So one sunday we're talking and we get into it. Okay she's m.i.a for a week. so the next sunday i text her like "damn u must really be mad" and she says "im just done with your bullshit." hmmm. my bullshit? lemme run this down: soooo u tell me to move on and then get mad when i do. u find out about the girl and wanna fight me and her. u come back only to leave again and get mad when i really start spreading my wings. then you get with this rachet (yezz biish... rachet) azz stud who sits on her ass all day, doesn't go to work, smokes all your weed and cigs, drinks up everything, (has threatened me and ain't even met me by the way) puts you through a table and punches you in the chest over some macaroni and cheese and i have the bullshit?
*shrugs shoulders* i gotta be missing it...
here's the moral of the story: mean what you say and say what you mean. when you break up with someone and tell them to move on, expect it to be done. don't nobody care about yo feelings boo. especially when u leave a nigga in the hospital after the doctors say "hey u may not walk again cuz we don't know whats wrong with u." when you have it all and its a satisfying relationship... stay... cuz you don't know what you've got til its gone (joni mitchell never lied). and everytime you see somebody going for what you used to have... stop getting upset. you let that person go so deal with it. quit with the angry text messaging and phone calls and stop blaming other people for the way things are. be a grown ass woman and take responsibility for your own actions.
and to her: thank you for setting me free. i'm a lil drained on relationships now but i can say i am honestly better without you... hate that it's not the same for u but hey... sorry im a champion... and you...
u lost one.
- Yungin. ((f.l.h))
The current cards in my hands are those of 3 women from my past. Great friendships from all 3 but i look around and wonder if it is all real. everything is becoming repetitive... its the same story. they all say, "i fucked up... i shoulda went after you but i didn't and that is something i regret." and all i can say to them is, "it's coo." I got studs that i don't know that hate me cuz they gal talks about me. jeesh. don't get me wrong... they're amazing women but 1 in particular i wouldn't mind taking the leap of faith with (and please don't ask who this is... respect it). She doesn't mind the fast life... her personality is off the charts... we fell off and picked up right where we left off. She's an independent no bullshit type of woman. and best thing about her is she's a woman and not a little girl. she's mature and not for all the drama. Awesome... but then i hurt the other 2 right? Wrong... i stay single and i mingle. when its time for me to be with someone... i will be.
So to the ladies dealing with the lames: if there is a good stud within your reach, hold on to them. LEAVE THE LAMES ALONE! If you don't, you'll wind up making her...
- The one you let slip away ((.yungin.flh.))
so i am finally realizing what females want. they want to be done WRONG. plain and simple. here i am... the "good nigga" i get with these girls who say that they're tired of the same thing with every girl. They're tired of the lies, tired of the games, tired of being mistreated.. then thats when i step in. im that all around "good nigga" i treat girls like royalty, no games, no lies (no reason to), love to surprise them with flowers juss cuz i want to... i cook (really cook. not noodles... im talkin italian, tex-mex, soul food, breakfast) and what do they do... they become exactly what they despised. they lie to me, play games wit me, and mistreat me. so where does the flaw lie? what is it that i do that makes these girls wild out. i kno it ain't the sex... im on half of houstons "refer a friend" list. i got ex's from when i was 16 that still talk about how good it was (fucks wit me hehe). its like they see me and they see their ticket to upgrade... i upgrade them from this no goals, can't dress, screw my future lifestyle and bring them up to sweet, goal oriented, goin back to Jesus, job havin, stilletto & hollister wearing females. and what happens... DUCE DUCE! as quick as they come they go. after i have given them my heart, my love, my crib, my car (b4 i wrecked it tryna go c one of em), my money, my time, and showed them how life could really be... the cheat, they lie... i don't understand it. where do i fuck up? where do i fall short? I am what 9 out of 10 femmes claim to want... a good nigga. but then u mistreat this good nigga. im juss like the more u screw me the harder u make it for the girl after u. my niggas say for me to treat girls like shit and not royalty and maybe they'll stay. i mean i could but i don't have the heart to. im not a fuck nigga... im sweet. girls melt when i smile at them. girls say i express my feelings so poetically that they fall easily. so what do i do? continue to be me and know that my dude Eliseo was right... the good guy never gets the girl.- Yungin.
so. throughout the week i've seen and been apart of some interesting situations. ima make my few points and be up outta here.First off: know who's gonna have your back. know who are really friends and who will let people dog you out. if you thought they was yo nigga and they let people take shots at you... that ain't ya nigga. they frauds.2. Find a backbone. Stand up for yourself.3. As long as you know that you did your part, you should feel successful.4. lemonade&&ciroc watch me diddy bop5. Learn how to give some fuckin respect. You niggas kill me callin disrespectfully at 7:30am. leave the bullshit for after noon.6. Females stop lyin. Tell the truth. Its free. 7. Why do lesbians cheat? If u commit to being in a relationship, BE COMMITTED! stop screwing people over. and if u get caught be real.8. Stop throwing around the word "love". that is a real word and real feelings should be attatched. when you say that, say it because its true.9. Its okay to be forward but stop sendin ya pussy thru the mail.10. Stupidity is a virus. Please go cop your vaccines.- Yungin.
Sunday, July 5th@ the escape lounge (914 Prairie):
21+
Free all night
$5 Patrone shots
$100 bottles
Go DJ Shawney on the 1's&2's
DRESS CODE IN EFFECT!
come out and support da yung nigga yung cru. bring friends. hit me up if u want vip.
dig me.
yung.crusay[F.L.H]
