This will remove all of your posts, saved information and delete your account.
This cannot be undone.
im a florida boy, im all about graffiti, and lowriders, oh yah, AMOR DE REY NIGGUZ!!
|First Name :||nathan|
|Last Name :||randall|
|Member Since :||17 Oct, 2009|
16 Jun, 2010
sad g's poem
Heavenly Father please answer me,if you are up there somewhere. I know you are busy but please listen, to this sad gangster's prayer. God bless my Mother who cries every night, worried that I may be killed, in yet another gang fight. God bless my son who is still too young to know. Why daddy can't take him to the park, Because that's where a rival gang goes. God bless my girlfriend who one day, might have to visit me behind bars, or even at my grave. Please dear lord tell me is it too late, can I still be saved? I've done some bad things in the past, that to you I must confess. Please forgive me lord i'm sorry, from now on i promise to do my best. Take me away from the temptation of money, power, and s**. Away from all the grafitti, & g**s, & Mugs, and gang tattoos on hands and necks. I want to start over clean and fresh, take myself & my family far away. From constant police harrasment, & gang confrontation, I have to deal with day to day. Heavenly father please give me, strength & courage to get away from here. Thank you for listening to this Sad Gangster's Prayer
27 May, 2010
skyz tha limit
u know i ride fo my mo'fukin nigguz, most likely ima die wid my finga on tha trigga
01 May, 2010
Cowards die many times before their death, Latin Kings never taste death but once cuz we dont die we multiply...ALKQN
24 Mar, 2010
Once you understand who you are and what you're fighting for, ain't nobody, not bullets, not cops, not anything that can stop us. We're invincible-ALKQN
04 Jan, 2010
hey lil bro its ur sis again haha i got bored so i came on urs i think i opened a few of ur mail sorry (not really) and ur such a j*** lolz some gurl said she loved u and u prob dont even care lolz watever i cant say anything....ima let u handle that luv u bro byez ;)
20 Oct, 2009
heavenly father please hear me tonight.i need so much guidance to live my life right.sometimes the pressure is so hard to bear.i often wonder if anyone cares. how can i wake up and face a new day 'knowing i must live my life this crazyway? heavenly father forgive all my sins.give me strength to resist the wild life i desire.help me escape temptation and the fire.please help my family whose eyes silently plead for me not to do wrong and they pray for me.god bless our mothers who cry every night worrying we'll be killed by someone in a fight .heavenly father please answer my prayers.please let me know that you're listening up there.when will it end?what's it all for to prove to the homies im down im hardcore sometimes i wonder how i will die...by a bullet wound or a knife in my side heavenly father please here me tonight show me the way lord show me the light .give my heart peace so i won't have to fight .thank you for your forgiveness and for still being there.most of all thank you for hearing my prayer alratoz
20 Oct, 2009
I know my mistakes, so I can’t be thug yet I’ll still have you beat on the ground like an antique rug since this is quick s*** as I rip it, this cold case that I’m spittin when stuff pop, you’ll be runnin like fat kids chasin chicken
20 Oct, 2009
You’re hot, but your nowhere near the best/ Not sayin that your bad, but nevertheless/ With one request I take away your breath/ And if that’s the sad s*** that you spit with your last breath/ You’re the most impressive MC? But your not better then me/ Not better then anybody, LA or NYC/ How you gonna smack me when you can’t even track me?/ I’ll let you think back to the last time you got attacked so hard you couldn’t see/ You egoistic m***********er, but you ain’t s***/ These people see you walkin down the street, they just think your another s***a b****/ Vintage? Nah, Jay, and NWA is vintage/ You just ridin all over that new s***/ Your style’s still the same, even if you improved your skill/ Mentally ill b****es don’t know that I will kill/ You’re in your prime, yeah you cooked like prime rib/ I’m grillin you, you got burned wit your fake s***/
17 Oct, 2009
spread your name, your graffiti fame
Yo, a lotta y'all are spittin this gangsta sh*it. What's with it? I ain't reppin any gang but I'm STILL rippin' this. Sippin' the gin and juice. Sinning, winning while I listen to the sounds of the underground. Rhyming to the sickest tunes. I don't roll with gangs, fu*ck 'em. I'm in a graffiti crew. Can master. Sound blaster. I lay down the paint faster. Cut b******s. 'Nuff chatter. Tagging gets the ladies faster. Cross you out. Knock you down. Your toy? sh*it makes laughter. Graffiti kings. MC's. Mentally sick, lyricists. When the two collide, your soul's revived. You hearing this? It's the medication for your spirit and your body. Because your head keeps bobbin' like an all-night party. And you're suddenly inspired to create your own raps. And maybe even soon, you'll develop your own? slap tags. Maybe you'll spread your name, your graffiti fame, then you'll get back on the mic, and start the cycle again. -You got chocolate in my peanut b***er, and graffiti in my raps. When colossal worlds collide, they'll never collapse. And they say to write about what you know, and what I mean, is I go into my room and rap about the graff scene. Throwies, pieces, wildstyles, made from a wild child. Sick bars, beats, flows, treats made in a week's while. All? because I wanna put my Summer to good use. So I go and wipe the dust off the 8-track in my living room.
|Buggy Bricks 2||0||Puzzle|
|Big Truck Adventures 3||0||Sports|
|Stick Figure Penalty 2||0||Fun|