04-11-2002, 04:32 PM
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a F.U.C.K.ing big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the F.U.C.K you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing F.U.C.K.ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, F.U.C.K.ed up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life...But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Oh and Ice Cube is good, but I like KRS-One better. I like his rhymes.
Oh and Ice Cube is good, but I like KRS-One better. I like his rhymes.
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i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>
i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>