@Walt
Never went away to college campus, but being around college athletes as well as musicians I grew up with and also seeing some fukked up shyt being around just some real fukking scumbag drug dealers and hustlers (thinking when I was in my early twenties I wanted to be around that life for some stupid fukking immature reason before I grew the fukk up) all the way to getting a top level management job for a company and seeing how people with no fame, growing up getting shytted on, and then coming in to money and power treat broads, the story about you calling your cousin really hits home. My cousin is like my little brother and we have had conversations similar where you just don't don't have an answer for the fukked up shyt that heathens do. I seen some fukked up shyt too (athlete's are brutul with them chicks, but the way these broads looking for a fix are treated in some cases are even worse, more brutul, and surreal) It still makes me sick to my stomach thinking back on some of that shyt, and the songs and shyt that tie together to remind you, so fukking true. I will never willingly put on any no limit song for the rest of my life because there was like 3 months of the craziest shyt ever that P Miller and his squad were the soundtrack for. At best, it has given me the ability to steer the people I care about most that look up to me in the right direction (my cousin and my little brother) at worst it has made me completely numb and insensitized to mostly anything that you can show me. So many different personalities, justifications, broken people, agendas, it's so fukking hard to believe anyone in this world and what thier motives are.
Other than my immediate family, my wife, my step daughter, and a couple of friends that are like brothers to me my whole life, I honestly only care about children and animals because they cannot make thier own choices.
Thank you, Walt, you are the realest on this site.
Never went away to college campus, but being around college athletes as well as musicians I grew up with and also seeing some fukked up shyt being around just some real fukking scumbag drug dealers and hustlers (thinking when I was in my early twenties I wanted to be around that life for some stupid fukking immature reason before I grew the fukk up) all the way to getting a top level management job for a company and seeing how people with no fame, growing up getting shytted on, and then coming in to money and power treat broads, the story about you calling your cousin really hits home. My cousin is like my little brother and we have had conversations similar where you just don't don't have an answer for the fukked up shyt that heathens do. I seen some fukked up shyt too (athlete's are brutul with them chicks, but the way these broads looking for a fix are treated in some cases are even worse, more brutul, and surreal) It still makes me sick to my stomach thinking back on some of that shyt, and the songs and shyt that tie together to remind you, so fukking true. I will never willingly put on any no limit song for the rest of my life because there was like 3 months of the craziest shyt ever that P Miller and his squad were the soundtrack for. At best, it has given me the ability to steer the people I care about most that look up to me in the right direction (my cousin and my little brother) at worst it has made me completely numb and insensitized to mostly anything that you can show me. So many different personalities, justifications, broken people, agendas, it's so fukking hard to believe anyone in this world and what thier motives are.
Other than my immediate family, my wife, my step daughter, and a couple of friends that are like brothers to me my whole life, I honestly only care about children and animals because they cannot make thier own choices.
Thank you, Walt, you are the realest on this site.
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