Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
"As time goes, you can forget."-BN: Hands do more than you think, I promise.
"As time goes, you can forget."-BN: Hands do more than you think, I promise.: "I'm drawing something for you. I'm using my hands. I'm putting my emotions into it, something you used to tell me to do.I'm looking at it w..."
The Walk of Fame
This is how Hollywood kills revolutions
And this is where the shit has to stop
Breeding a counter-culture of traitors and whores
Nurturing their greed because money means more
This city is a disease spreading and sucking life
From almost every pure thing
Cocaine and drinks is how they are raised
And fucking their way to the party from which they came
Just like Mommy and Daddy did.
Aren't they the reason you're a mistake, kid?
I'm alright on my own
With you on the other side of the world
So I guess that you see
As plain as I can be
The initials 'LA' aren't in my vocabulary
-TFOT
And this is where the shit has to stop
Breeding a counter-culture of traitors and whores
Nurturing their greed because money means more
This city is a disease spreading and sucking life
From almost every pure thing
Cocaine and drinks is how they are raised
And fucking their way to the party from which they came
Just like Mommy and Daddy did.
Aren't they the reason you're a mistake, kid?
I'm alright on my own
With you on the other side of the world
So I guess that you see
As plain as I can be
The initials 'LA' aren't in my vocabulary
-TFOT
Nature vs. Nurture
April 5th, I arise with chapped lips
And the babbling of nonsense over the TV's dull hiss
The events of April 4th aligned just a little more
Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street
Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry
For the friend of a friend who at a bar last night, told me that they loved me
But it must've been the Bacardi that had her hanging off me,
Saying things things she didn't mean, but her words still haunt me!
-TFOT
And the babbling of nonsense over the TV's dull hiss
The events of April 4th aligned just a little more
Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street
Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry
For the friend of a friend who at a bar last night, told me that they loved me
But it must've been the Bacardi that had her hanging off me,
Saying things things she didn't mean, but her words still haunt me!
-TFOT
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Unlikely
Welcome. My names Mitch Stetson or some call me the Coach. i represent a few different movements going round in Ventura and the valley. This blogg is most just to connect you guys to whats going on in life of me and my crew. Also this will be and exclusive spot to check out all of K.i.D and Unlikely Studio releases so stay tuned.
- Mitch Stetson. The Coach
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