I spent years feeding my mind junk food and saw the need for change. Too many Sunday mornings feeling shame, too many azzwhoopins taken because of having my spirit filled with the tales of thug escapades by 5'7" tough guys. I dared myself to honestly name one redeeming quality in Mobb Deep and Gucci Mane music and came up with none. As I fervently clicked through gorillas zshare links of disgusting acts by big butt sluts of all races I eventually realized that after the devil and his followers were cast out from heaven they took up dwelling in Just Bugging Out.
I shook all the

influences and began to replace the junk food with vegetables and fruits. The last hour of trash I put into my ears was The War Report 2, and the last "star" I shamefully exposed my eyes to was Natasha something. I could not name one whore who has given herself to the demons the past 5 years, and I can't name 5 albums of destructive music that have come out in that same time span
Cleanse your colons bredren