Winchester, Kentucky.
Female
December 24
Learning about other people's lifestyles, beliefs, cultures and views. Sex. Sports. Sex. Games. Sex. Nudism. Sex. History. And did I mention sex?
Capricorn (Dec 22-Jan 20)
The politically correct term is "domestic engineer".
Here we go again in circles, I think I heard it all, we been here before, but we need something more, something more, something more, what you say? I can't hear cause you ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothing! Ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothin! Ain't talk bout nothin! What you talkin bout? They be talking bout the same old thang, imma have to call a foul in the game, what you talkin bout? A little money, now you all OG, talkin bout it's all eyes on me, they ain't talkin bout nothin! Lemme guess; you count money to the ceiling, difference tween us like at least a couple million, it's foreign cars, pretty girls everywhere you go, yeah, I heard it 30 times on the radio. Louboutin ain't gone pay you for that braggin, and Donatella probably never heard your album. Yeah, they probably bout to label me a hater, but I know these people greater than the songs they creatin. It's little homies in the hood regurgitatin' and everybody watching, thinking that you made it. The truth is, for a few designer labels, and a little bit of paper, now you 12 years slavin. Aye, but you ain't Lupita, so why you beat up? And pushing people to lean on a double cup and a seizure. It sound like you put your feet up, you still a slave and money can't buy you freedom, partna. Here we go again in circles, I think I heard it all, we been here before, but we need something more. Tell me why the song's on in my car, why the song on in my gym, why the song's stuck in my head, I still don't know what y'all sayin, let me do this, imma be a straight shooter, aye, we was made in His image, why we so Judas? Talking bread like we at the last supper, throwing money at these women, make it rain in the summer. I ain't advertising brands on the radio, they expensive and I know they ain't gone pay me for it. Telling kids to go in debt for the 'Vette that they'll probably never get. But I talk about it every song, in every song talkin bout they selling work on every corner. Don't talk about the laws taking kids away from mamas, don't talk about your homie in the trauma cause he shot up, or what about your young boy messin up the product? They don't talk about the bond money that they ain't have, and everybody snitch on everybody in a jam, they don't talk about the pain, they don't talk about the struggle, how they turn to the Lord when they ran into trouble. Imma talk about it! I don't care if the world try to swallow me, I turn my back to them, tell them all follow me! I know you gone label me a hater, but inside, you are greater than the songs you creatin'.
I ain't got no quarrel with them Vietcong. No Vietcong ever called me N****r-Muhammad Ali.
When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one-Technical Sergeant Leonard Matlovich, USAF