Monday, September 26, 2016

I'm spoiled

Wake up and play golf. Casta del sol is right by my house. Digital vibrations, My speakers spit out eek a mouse. I remember a night at the coach house when him and I smoked out. 

Giving high fives to Carlos mencia at the improv No Doubt live. This land I live in I won't lie. I feel a little spoiled. My plans you won't foil. Ur better off waitin for the milk to spoil. I'm playing poker tonight cards made by Hoyle. In Vegas sittin next to Doyle. I'm simmering you'll never make me boil. Every where I walk I help the soil. 

I drop seeds, shit magic beans. Hispanic, white, wetback. However you want to put it. When it comes to money I flip the bill. And give away the change. My minds changed. No matter how good I feel personally I still feel pains. Turning into migraines. 

I'm so sensitive I can see what's gonna happen. I'll be crappin and it dawns on me and here's the other factor. I'm the benefactor of collectin loot. I got the bank payin me. A fat salary but someone's pimpin me. 

Belittling me like a trick ill never be somebody's bitch. Just means this job I might switch but like a lumberjack I got plenty of wood to stoke my fire, splinter logs into twigs. I'll admit I used to manage pick up stix. 

But they balked at my request of 6 figures. ill do the same now as i Did then. I'll leave and find another bank to give me cash. I'm gonna leave Wells Fargo with a few hundred thousand grand And laugh. That supervisor that tried to play me can kiss my ass.

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