My Crew My Dogs

sittin here writin wit my C.W. Post pen
i must admit i'm reflectin on that year again
rememberin those boring days n endless nights
cryin but not sad cuz like mastercard they were priceless times..
roomed in Bville 142 but in 143 i lived
haha n what does 143 represent?
love, it couldn't be more perfect
i made soo many friends
from tha Gibney Club 2 the Suite Sqaud
3 drinkin friends became the "Chubbins"
every muthafuckin thursday night we be CLUBBIN u know how BITCHES do
up in G33 down with Red11
i'll be gangsta n holla @ my dirrty muthafuckasdownstairs lol
hookah nights 2 applebees
preparty in 142 n drunk times @ the T
Party at Post...hall that is
baseball games, drinkin games
volleyball courts 2 pathmark trips
sleep overs up on the roof roof lol
or movie nights with a favorite or two
playin catch n maintainin my sexXxy bitch status
smokin those coronas we saw frosty tv's
lol n u cant 4get the alcoholic rug or blowdryin my pizza
shit good thing i wrote everythin down in my potbook
after hour talkin n drunk walkin
mall time wit my Fatty Gurlz, phatty gurlz..
watchin porn wit popcorn, it was comedy hour
late night hugs n hookups, or should i say 3am POA?
illegal times wit a priceless one
watchin history channel n monsta jamz; insomnia is fun!
packin da cars 2 the absolute maximum
and runnin over a foot lol
the Search 4 Ransom Beach is on
but drivin around lost we found our way
see cuz...some of the nights i dont remember
but the friends i made are worth it 4ever and a day...