Thursday, January 29, 2009

When shit hit the fan....

She been talking to him for a good year but he hasn't been talking to her for that long, no where near that long. In fact I'm sure if you asked him (Steve) when they first met he a draw a blank. But she (Jaz) knows everything. First kiss, first time they had sex and the first time SHE made love because to him, they was just fucking. The same way he fucked the other "hers". He made her feel as if she was the only one that matters.. In the back of her mind, she knew he was fucking with other females but she didn't care. How could she care is what she asked herself. "We aint together, he aint my man, I can't complain", she says that to herself every night to make her sleep better..

She (Tisha) hates his guts. She been knowing him since she was in 9th grade, been in love with him since junior year and still is. Only reason she hates him is because she will do anything for him (Steve) and he knows it. She bends over backwards for him only to get nothing in return. Three abortions, and she only got them cause he somehow convinced her "its not the right time"... She still cries about it nightly. They still somewhat together.. Well.. Depends on who u ask... NIGGAS!!

Steve on some creep shit.. As usual. He fucking bout 10 different women.. No remorse for any of em. If he wasn't treating all 10 like they was his main girl, I would feel a little better about the situation but.. He "loves" all of them. He wishes he could be with all of them but he "out handling business", same line he tell nine other women nightly while he sleep with which ever one that aint getting on his nerves at the time. Ol reckless ass, dumb ass, trifling ass nigga. He occasionally fucks with out protection with 10 different women. Whispering bull shit in they ear and what they do, believe that shit. They all want to be the one that "changes Steve".. My cousin, a close cousin is one of the 10. Who the fuck am I to try and convince her that he aint shit? Who am I to tell her that all niggas be on some dumb, fuck shit and depend on who u ask and when you ask them, I might be one too.

I get a phone call, "I need u to take care of something for me. ASAP! This nigga gave me an STD!!! Don't worry I'm fine. I got a shot and some pills. Ill be fine in less then a week but I need you to take care of him.." I couldn't even speak, she knew it.. That's why she didn't wait for me to respond. My lil cousin only 19!! What if it was aids? What if she won't be able to have kids cause of this nigga? I'm pissed, I sent out mass text to 20 of my folks.. 15 showed up at the spot in less then 30 mins dressed in black on some funeral type shit. haha. We fly over to his spot blowing trees and weaving through traffic.. Pull up to his lil janky ass spot he call a home. He was walking to his car... We hoped out 3 cars deep.. Caught his goofy ass slippin. Someone was listening to Gucci Mane, the nigga got his ass stomped to "Bricks" and half of "Rich Nigga Shit"!!! We beat his motha fucking ass to the UMP degree! We didn't rob em.. Naw, just beat his ass. Only 6 of us really did something. Wasn't any room for 15 niggas to just smash on em. We whipped his ass and dipped to ihop and laughed about it.. Left his clown ass in the middle of the street.. I felt bad for him at ihop though. One of my niggas like 230, 6'5! Kicked em in his stomach right before we smashed out. Well I take that back, fuck that clown. That was the high light of the night!

But fa real, how many females you know like this? Slap they ass and tell em come back to reality.. This shit is real. Folks falling in love with the thought of being in love with someone who don't love them or care for them. Its all fun and games till 9 of them women realize they all the chick on the side when visiting his stupid ass in the hospital. Fellas, lets grow up and man up to our selfish ways. Lets stop playing and get on our shit. To you triflin ass dudes, "YOU BETTA BE ON YO BEST MOTHA FUCKIN BEHAVOIR!!!!!! -DizZy


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