My brain wasn't in a state, my being was in another place entirely. And it wasn't drugs or a near death experience either. A shytload of other "things" were happening too, I didn't just get home from slangin and bangin one day and went to heaven and came back, started doing cartwheels in church like teh Blues Bros. shyt, br0, I was throwing demons on nikkas and bytches left and right dabbling in the left hand side for a very quick minute. Why? Because I was like Faust, I would do shyt just out of curiosity and boredom. I didn't believe in benevolent supernatural forces, I lived by ma duke and grandma dukes motto: See a fool, bump his head. Right = what's right for me, Wrong = what's wrong for me. I kept it real with my heathenism, I didn't do like u and stand on a soapbocks and yell about how there ain't no God, the weep and whine about social injustice. In fact, my ju ju was just to reveal my enemies in teh d0pe game and keep nikkas and bytches loyal long enough to get whatever I needed at the time, like an extra edge. But that's another story, I'm no storyteller, at least not how I used to do my thang on the net back in teh day.
) religions because they have historically held him back from going full retard on us. One look at BET and ur own community should show u that black ppl's issues are a result of fukkboy immorality, not morality.
