this shit is hilarious. courtesy of gizzoogle. (if you don't know this is a translation of my post from 9/28 enjoy!)

in many aspects this blizzog is like an old best friend, tha kind of nigga that you neva seem ta hizzy very mizzle time fo` nowadays as you rush ta find yo shawty cubbyhole (rememba those in kindergizzles in this so-called-game-of-life thats off tha hook yo.

but every now n thiznen when you fizzy sentimizzle introspizzle or even just shizzit out of luck you call upon thizzat bizzy n its like you killa left...throw on some elliot smith n you have yo own fuckin emo-indie movie straight trippin' jakes gyllenhaal (niznext time you want yo life ta fizzle fuckin dramatic listen ta elliot smith, trust me) n' shit.

so what gives? fo` tha mizzost pizzay i've been completely out of tha loop since graduation, n some would argue even prior ta graduation from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

wizzle needless ta say many th'n hizzle changed since...since whiznen? since elementary school? since college? hell, since yesterday?

i guess ultimately thats whiznat it comes dizzay to...its this uncertainty of life and yo momma. its this uncertainty of not know'n whetha you wizzay brotha or fail keep'n it real yo. this uncertainty of gangsta you is heezeeed down yo destined pizzay or have bizzle distracted by false hopes n aspirations.

i once read tizzy this tizzle in our lives is tha M-to-tha-izzost stressful n infuriat'n. can you imagine?

you're shitfaced, piss'n in tha corna of tha hizouse fo` four years n N-to-tha-izzext thing you knizzow tizzle hand you a piece of pusha n expect you ta do sum-m sum-m wit it now pass the glock Anotha dogg house production..

you're carefree, stumbl'n along tha halls look'n fo` a not-so-chatty hookup fo` four years, n niznext thing you know its time ta git married n start that family you once imagined would happen soona or gangsta fo yo bitch ass.

so where do we all fit in? i'm not a boi not yet a man? i'm not a gizzle not yet a woman? i'm not a gizzle not yet a man? i'm not a boi not yet a woman?

where is we supposed ta fit in? is we expected ta takes tha best job shot calla out of college n hope that in a couple of years our pizzle of life is betta lit wit some flares set out fo` us by those mizzle experienced?

is we expected ta fuckin grope around in tha dizzy hop'n ta jizzle feel...sum-m Sum-m....anything?

at tha end of schoo` i mizzle a decision ta go fo` tha gold now n not brotha. it was tha realizzles that no hustla wizzle job i took i would pimp truly be satisfied wit whizzay i did n who i was...it was a realizzles T-H-to-tha-izzat i didn't wizzle ta wizzy fo` three years only ta realize in a moment of killa fuckin panic thizzat this is not ME as i approach mah thirties. thats right...thirties, you ever think bout thizzay?

so now here i am...at MY desk...the rebel that i am, blunt-rollin' ta be a shawty worka drone gather'n honey fo` all tha otha fucka in mah hizzle.

tha reason i have bizzy out of touch is coz i have been chillin' out ta understand who i am to increase tha peace. whizzat mah identity truly is. n what mah purpose in this world could possibly be.

i D-to-tha-izzont wish ta act like sum-m sum-m tizzle im not. i have no fuckin clue what is going on rizzay now. i have no idea where i am n where im go'n n shit.

but i guess its only in tizzle sort of honesty that you eventually find trizzay.

that article i read `bout this tizzy of our lives being miserable...also said thizzat you really git into yo groove poser ta yo thirties...when you finally stizzart understand'n tha frontin' around you...it comes wit age n experience jizzle like mizzle good th'n in life.

...and i guess thats mah solace.

so i sit here, n soak up frontin' that i see, hear, n fizzle from tha streets of tha L-B-C. soak it all up n drug deala try ta fizzay too hard coz it'll come wit tizzy fo' sho'.

out of touch not just wit you...but wit myself.
n fo` T-H-to-tha-izzat i apologize.

2011.