NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

If you listen to them, would think I truly changed but before the recent history they never mentioned my name. But now, it's that stuck up nigga. Yeah bitch nigga lame. Talking to those bitches, do he really think he has some game? Camaro aint shit, wackness what a shame. Why dont you keep my name out your mouth and i'll do the same. Their eyes aim blasting holes through. Who's all new? Why care what you do? I'm good but are you? Im here to make money not be funny, or friendly. Don't be trying to conversate then turn around and speak hate. Dont friend me. Where was all of you when i find a thousand ways to end me? Driving my grandma's escort scared to import myself into society. Only wanted to be left alone, privacy. Now i'm out and about but not about to let motherfuckers who can die this very second to bother the joy that accompanies me in this present. A gift. My very presence for these ladies who just want a man to listen so nigga pay attention. But keep your two cents as I end this, redemption. Transition. To the good times i find time after time with these good people in my life. Not in the position of taking a wife but its alright. I'm so loved. Every night isnt a cold bed, kisses full of warmth providing wings as I reach flight. Arms wide open even for those of my creed, reach my height. Stand on your toes. Fingertips reaching for my lips and my nose. I'm promise to lean down, let you feel what can't even be glimpse by my foes. Despise. Despise. Despise. But i see who is who, go ahead and take off that disguise. Eighth of the twenties, so wise beyond those years i've arrive. So cry...