LifeAsWaeni

I meannnnnnn where can your family get you apart from WhatsApp and you blocking them😂will they curse you or even post you 😂

REPOST 💛‼️https://anchor.fm/kelly-ndar/episodes/Mad-Talk-raw-and-unfiltered-e1iu2r6

I literally wanted to know some basic things that i dint think they were important 😂💛follow him @Apinch instagram, youtube etc💛🥀🍁🍁

Should we continue??😅😅😅🙆‍♂️i didnt even use a background music coz am maddd😭🙆‍♂️😅

Do you need to know about her body count🤔? 🤔

I have no words💛🔥check the song @youtube https://youtu.be/X5Z8ASp6Aic Credit:Rashid Apinch

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So guys today Rashid Apinch and I pointed our likes and dislikes 😪😅follow him @boychild IG..he got awesome rap songs at he's bio

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You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Chile you beautiful just the way you are!!!!period!!!

Mom is drunk and at a bar when her teenage son arrives to take her back home.

MOM: He’ll play a whole album after that. (she laughs) Go home! Just like your father, stubborn as a mule. Goes in one ear and out your ass!

Mom laughs out-loud at her own humor.

Go home before you and me get into a barroom brawl! (Mom holds up her fists and chuckles) I still got it, kid. One, two, one, two. My father taught me so well I used to kick the shit out of all those dirty boys back in high school. They never saw me coming. Bah! Right to the nose. Bah! Right to the eye. They didn’t nickname me Tough Tina for nothing. One time I got jumped in the locker room by, must have been ten girls. They hated me this bunch. Hated me! And we went at it. I fought them all. Fierce! Hard! But they overtook me son, they got me squished between the wall and a locker and they proceeded to bash my face with the locker door and that was it. BUT, and I’ll never forget this as long as I live…you see, I was a determined bitch. I was angry. I wanted my revenge. It took me one full year, one by one, I found each one of those girls and I kicked the shit out of them. One by I’m sorry I’m not all that you hoped for and that this life we live here together isn’t glamorous and that Dad abandoned us when you were born and I shouldn’t make you feel like it’s your fault! (beat) You right son you didn’t even know the guy. You never even met him and I, I just want to say that I try, you know, I try to be there for you and do all the things a good mum is supposed to do for her son Yesss you right am not trying hard Enough You , by themselves. They weren’t so tough without their group. On the last girl, that was how I met your father…imagine? Right outside the ice-cream parlor. I dragged Luella Beans, I’ll never forget her name, big girl, but not big enough to be pulled over the counter, your mother was strong back then and I went to work on her but your father got in the middle of it and broke us up and that’s when we got to talking. I told him my story and all about why I was doing what I was doing and I don’t know, something clicked between us, felt like I was talking to someone I already knew. There was such ease, it was so easy to talk to him…I still talk to him, he hears me, I know he hears me…I feel him listening sometimes…Look, I know you haven’t felt well lately. I know that you aren’t well…so it makes it hard for you to understand wht am going through…I wish we were close. You dad and I look at us now it's only you and I ..He left🥺 I wish we were best friends best family son🥺I bet you don’t like waking up in the morning, scrambling eggs with me shouting obscenities in the background at me about things that don’t deserve shouting.🥺I’m sorry I’m not all that you hoped for and that this life we live here together isn’t glamorous and that Dad abandoned us when you were born and I shouldn’t make you feel like it’s your fault! (beat)

You right son you didn’t even know the guy. You never even met him and I, I just want to say that I try, you know, I try to be there for you and do all the things a good mum is supposed to do for her son

Yesss you right am not trying hard Enough

You right I will be better am sorry son let's go home fix our home