THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
beware of trickery.
that aint even my steelo…
& she tryna hit you with the ol’da whopty
till my pics got snatched by the Impostu-razzi
Damn…..this hoe
I hate these niggas More than the Nazis..
http://www.myspace.com/393128133
that aint me..
all that shit was fine and dandy..
flattering & all that good shit… back in 9th grade..
but after a few run ins with strangers thinking i was some1 named “LALA” OR “NINA”
my eyes were opened to the reality that you have NO IDEA what people are tellin other people behind your pictures…. people really think they are talkin to me or you, & who knows what they think we’re bout… all this [nasty, freaky, or lame shit] fakes could have you on aint even anything to play with…
one myspace yall
myspace.com/orangiie
ES TODO….
