urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson rosewilson rosewilson 2006-04-14T12:02:28Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:45710 2006-04-14T12:02:28Z 2006-04-14T12:02:28Z since i ran my phone bill up to $258, my mom wasnt going to give me spending money for florida, so she moved my tickets up for june tenth until june twenty third. im sure i will have just as much fun. so i hope everyone else has a good time on vacation!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:45448 2006-04-06T21:56:41Z 2006-04-06T21:56:41Z kenny chesney- who youd be today By DAVE GROVES<br />Of The Daily Oakland Press<br /><br />(picture)A sign, a candle, balloons and a flower are left at the intersection of Bogie Lake and Cooley Lake roads, where Walled Lake Northern High School student Ryan Anderson was killed Tuesday in a car-bus collision. -The Daily Oakland Press / JOSE JUAREZ <br /><br />WALLED LAKE - Psychologists, social workers, grief counselors and community volunteers spent Wednesday helping Walled Lake Northern High School students and staff, as well as district bus drivers, cope with the death of 17-year-old Ryan Michael Anderson.<br />The victim of a Tuesday afternoon traffic collision, Ryan was respected by teachers and fellow students for his school spirit, politeness and positive attitude.<br /><br />"He was always aware of how other kids interacted in class and always had something positive to say," Northern technology teacher Chuck Morgan said.<br /><br />"He was just a very nice kid."<br /><br />Ryan was a front-seat passenger in a vehicle driven by fellow student and lifelong friend Devon Cohorst when it was struck by an oncoming school bus.<br /><br />The collision occurred just after school let out Tuesday at the intersection of Bogie Lake and Cooley Lake roads.<br /><br />Sgt. Dennis Wandrei of the Oakland County Sheriff's Office said Wednesday that investigators have not yet learned why Devon turned left in front of the bus when she did.<br /><br />"We don't know if she just didn't see the bus coming or if she might have misjudged the time she would need to make the turn," he explained.<br /><br />Police have not yet been able to interview her or the bus driver. Wandrei said it is not yet clear whether a citation will be issued in connection with the incident.<br /><br />Following the collision, Ryan was airlifted from the scene to William Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak, where he was later pronounced dead.<br /><br />Both Devon and the bus driver were taken to Huron Valley Sinai Hospital, treated for minor injuries and later released.<br /><br />Commerce Township resident Anthony Massa, who lost his son, Mark Anthony Massa, in a collision caused by a drunken driver in 1993, spoke to Northern High School students about hazards of the road less than an hour before Tuesday's collision.<br /><br />He returned to the high school Wednesday to help grieving students cope with the tragedy.<br /><br />"I knew just how they felt. What I told the kids is that Ryan is watching them, so to just smile and remember the good memories of him," Massa said.<br /><br />"Just remember him as the good friend he was."<br /><br />Massa said students set up a large poster board and wrote messages and poems on it in his memory.<br /><br />"His closest friends were gathered in groups and crying on each other's shoulders. Other kids were sitting at tables and just talking about how hard this is."<br /><br />School officials are concerned about difficulties students will likely experience when Devon returns to school.<br /><br />In a letter to parents, Northern High School Principal Janelle McGuire asked the entire school community to offer understanding.<br /><br />"At some point, Devon will be returning to school and she will need our support," the letter states. "Please remember that this was an accident. Our sympathies go out to the Anderson and Cohorst families and friends."<br /><br />Massa told students Wednesday to remember to support each other.<br /><br />"I told them not to forget to tell their friends that they love them," he said. "You've got to tell them, because you never know when you'll see them again."<br /><br />Funeral arrangements are being handled by the Elton Black Funeral Home - Highland Chapel. Visitation will take place 6-8 p.m. today and 2-8 p.m. Friday.<br /><br />The funeral will be at 11 a.m. Saturday at the funeral home, 3295 E. Highland Road.<br /><br /><br />Every time I hear this, I think of him:<br /><br /><br />Sunny days seem to hurt the most <br />Wear the pain like a heavy coat <br />I feel you everywhere I go <br />See your smile, I see your face <br />I hear you laughing in the rain <br />Still can't believe your gone <br /><br />(Chorus:) <br />It ain't fair you died to young <br />Like a story that had just begun <br />But death tore the pages all away <br />God knows how I miss you <br />All the hell that I've been through <br />Just knowing, no one could take your place <br />Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today <br /><br />Would you see the world <br />Would you chase your dreams <br />Settle down with a family <br />I wonder what would you name your babies <br />Someday's the sky's so blue <br />I feel like I can talk to you <br />And I know it might sound crazy <br /><br />It ain't fair you died to young <br />Like a story that had just begun <br />But death tore the pages all away <br />God knows how I miss you <br />All the hell that I've been through <br />Just knowing, no one could take your place <br />Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today<br /><br />Today <br />Today <br /><br />Sunny days seem to hurt the most <br />I wear the pain like a heavy coat <br />The only thing that gives me hope <br />Is I know, I'll see you again someday <br /><br />Someday, someday urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:45093 2006-04-06T00:13:49Z 2006-04-06T00:13:49Z wow i missed two days of school. and im loving it. i havent talked to megan in six days and her boyfriend knows that i havent been talking or hanging out with her but he still calls my phone crying like a pycho. anyway sondra moved back with the babies. and the rich boys are back in town. josh is out of jail and my brother graduates boot camp in may for good behavior. thats about it. oh yeah friday night, tiki bobs, see you there! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:44896 2006-03-26T16:14:04Z 2006-03-26T16:14:04Z well spent it with megan now she's completely hungover oblivious to the world oustide of the toilet bowl. we've all been there I'm sure. but other than that tomorrow is my mom's birthday and today is her suprise party. had a hotel party and then kicked everyone out except megan, who stayed in the bathroom. and chris who spent the night with me <br /><br />great weekend<br /><br />i love you jessica<br /><br />peace out urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:44745 2006-03-13T18:09:14Z 2006-03-13T18:09:14Z problems solved. im a girl, i can pay for poker and drink for FREE! so i hung out with jade all weekend. last night (sunday) we definitly decided we were going to go play cards, i won seven dollars, then we were going to hang out with phil and ryan and we watched the exorcism of emily rose and made the boys take us out to eat at rams horn then we decided me and jade werent going to school sowe gotalcohol &a hotel room and partied all night long. then we woke up checked out, went and got food for our hung over asses and drove around for a few with ryan because phil was working, didnt know what to do so we ditched him to hang out with my LOVER, chris smith. god could life get any better than that? billy and chris just dropped us off and its only like one and i told my grandma that they sent us home early because chs lost power and they needed to get us home so they could sent the middle school kids home, of course it worked... now im going to get some sleep and then go babysit urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:44518 2006-03-09T03:02:24Z 2006-03-09T03:02:24Z my mom said that if she is going to buy me a car she wants me to stop blowing my money, so she is only giving me ten percent of my paycheck and the rest is going in my bank account. that means im going to get like twenty bucks a week!! do you guys realize i spend about two hundred and fifty dollars between poker and drinking a month. now its going to be one or the other. maybe thats a good thing but how am i supposed to decide? well today was brittany p.'s seventeenth birthday and i went to her house and we at chinese food and it was good. then i went and hung out with janelle for a little bit, came home and now im uploading my mp3 player so i have some good music to listen to on the bus ride to detriot for the feild trip thing. i have to straighten my hair but i dont feel like it. i got my last wire on today... that means only three to four more office visits, and THERE OFF YAY!!!!<br /><br />gotta go <br />love <br />rose urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:44059 2006-02-27T22:56:56Z 2006-02-27T22:56:56Z Now I know why I'm not in a relationship. Heather, I'm sorry I knew robby cheated on you and I didn't tell you. Jade, I can't lie to her, she will see right through me, I've know her my whole life.<br /><br />Please forgive,<br />Rose urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:43787 2006-02-22T16:26:09Z 2006-02-22T16:26:09Z wow, how do you handle news like that, they had a meeting at the hospital with a team of doctors and my family. the doctors said it is very obvious that grandpa needs a pacemaker, it is also very obvious his heart and body are weak and old, he is not strong enough to get a pacemaker right now. they are sending him home soon, they are going to give him thirty days. if he is still alive in thirty days they will go through with putting the pacemaker in him, if not...well im sure you can figure out his fate. i dont want him to come home. there will be people coming over to teach us how to use the paddles incase he goes into cardiac arrest. you know? the ones that in shows like ER the doctor yells "CLEAR" when someone is flat lining and they try to shock the patient. how the fuck am i supposed to sit there and watch someone i love die infront of me?!? how am i supposed to watch him fucking die, and stand there helpless?!? how am i supposed to look at all of his belongings knowing that he will never have use of them again. i know he will be in a better place, but as selfish as it sounds i want him here, with me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:43636 2006-02-20T16:11:40Z 2006-02-20T16:11:40Z well i havent gotten drunk yet, just making money, i've babysat everyday since break started and on satrurday at three o'clock in the morning my g pa was supposed to come home on sunday and they called us and told us they were rushing him back into CICU and that he wouldnt be coming home for a while. now two days later, he hasn't gotten any better so he has to get a pacemaker. my dad is going to nevada for three months next saturday and im getting my belly button peirced the day he leaves. im excited. im fighting with crystal. that skinny bitch is going DOWN!<br /><br />love always rose<br /><br /><font size="5">BRITTANY WHEN ARE WE GOING TO HANG OUT?!?!?!?!</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:43416 2006-02-14T14:46:09Z 2006-02-14T14:46:09Z wow, this past week has been really shitty. my grandpa, who has lived with us my whole life, called the paramedics on sunday morning because he was having chest pain, the told him he must have pulled a muscle in his chest, and to take some aleve and he would be all right, well four days later he couldnt move because the pain in his chest was so bad, my brother rushed him to the hospital only to find out that he had a massive heart attack and was on his was to congestive heart failure, they told us he would only have 20% chance to live. then my grandpa on my dads side of the family had to be rushed to the hospital for a heart attack, then my grandma on my dads side of the family had to be rushed to the hospital because she had fulid around her heart and lungs. and ontop of it all, spending four days straight in henry ford hospital with my grandpa, of course i pick up something and i now have bronchitis. ive had a fever and my body feels like someone used me as a punching bag. well i will probably come to school on friday just to get my homework and shit, life sucks. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:43088 2006-02-09T20:56:17Z 2006-02-09T20:56:17Z grandpa had a heart attack. on sunday my brother called me at like seven in the morning to tell me that they had to call the ambulances and the paramedics told him that g pa must have just pulled a muscle in his chest or had an anxiety attack and they told him to take aleve and he would be fine and today chris had to go to court and then he was going to take g pa up to the doctor because he still wasnt feeling good and chris and him were walking out of the court house and he almost passed out because he was so short of breath and everything so chris took him to the hospital in west bloomfield, and the rushed him by ambulance to henry ford in detroit, im getting ready to go up there with my mom and gran!<br /><br />love you <br />rose urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:42899 2006-02-07T23:03:26Z 2006-02-07T23:03:26Z I might have pink eye, i got sent home from school haha. Im reading a biography on Kurt Cobain. He was an instresting person. I didnt have to work today, i slept all day and watched the movie wedding crashers. peace out urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:42687 2006-02-04T22:33:05Z 2006-02-04T22:33:05Z stayin sober urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:42265 2006-01-26T01:05:06Z 2006-01-26T01:05:06Z well i just got back from seeing me neice and she is absolutely the cutest thing in the whole world.<br /><br />love rose<br /><br />ps party at roger and pams want to come? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:42020 2006-01-16T16:30:15Z 2006-01-16T16:30:15Z so good thing i have been sick because there was a lot of drama going on a lil b's house between me samantha chris peter and dru, if i would have been there it would have been a lot worse but i caught the stomach flu from rylin so i was bed ridden. i called pam to tell her how i got sick and she told me roger her and hailey caught it too. i started laughing. rylin is one little girl that can bring a whole house down with her. i spent a couple nights with megan which was fun and a couple nights with jade. i went to one of my friends parties and i only stayed for a minute because its funny, you dont realize how many "friends" you have until your throwing a kegger. i wouldnt have let that many people i dont hang out with in my house but hey thats just me it was all in good humor. im going to watch tv then take a bath. im drained from throwing up all day. im excited to see my new schedule. i know i have prac. law and government. they are either first of fifth hour, find out tomorrow! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:41849 2006-01-13T18:01:34Z 2006-01-13T18:01:34Z so i probably failed math and megan is over and we are going to straighten our hair and my brother put a pack of frozen spinach in my back pack everything is crazy with him living here he is going to jail soon though im playing poker tonight, hopefully. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:41477 2006-01-03T02:12:13Z 2006-01-03T02:12:13Z oh no- lil wayne well break was more than wonderful. being able to party everday was the best. i love everyone. jess, it happens to the best of us i was here for you girl. and anyway i have a lot of homework to do. but first let me tell you a quick story. zech wolf was sitting there watching me and jade take shots of bicardi 151 and he brought up how in the bar they light it on fire first and how he wanted to do a flamming shot. me and jade agreed even though he didnt pay for it we thought it would be funny so we lit up a shot of it and zach went to go take it and danny was like blow it out blow it out and he didnt blow it out and his face was on fire, even though he was getting hurt, it was the funniest thing ive ever seen in my life! i cant even explain to you. this kids face was on fire and he didnt even realize it because everyone watching was laughing so hard they couldnt tell him what happened. but hes alright i hooked him up with some neosporin...hahha<br />love rose<br /><br /><br /><br />TO KATIE:<br />whatever katie, because the funny thing is, me AND steph were in the bathroom listening to you guys the whole time. and im sick of your fucking slut games so a whole hour to pick up your fuckin jeans, you can find them in the mudd puddle infront of my house, fuckin take em. i dont want to see you for a long long time. you fucked me over for the last time and im sick and fucking tired of it. if i could have done it all over again, i would have never invited you over. it would have been a lot better if you werent there; being a slut that you fuckin are. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:41269 2006-01-01T08:58:15Z 2006-01-01T08:58:15Z katie's a whore end of story... i wish she would just go home!<br /><br />love rose<br />and im drunk <br />and zack tried to take a fire shot and he didnt blow out the flames first and burned himself<br />and urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:41033 2005-12-30T14:28:10Z 2005-12-30T14:28:51Z <p><strong><font size="5"> HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVIORTE LOVER CHRIS SMITH </font></strong></p> <p><strong><font size="5"></font></strong>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong><font size="4">We will party tonight! Even though you were at Meijer at midnight last night you loser lol.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font size="4">With love, </font></strong></p> <p><strong><font size="4">Rose</font></strong> </p> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:40902 2005-12-30T14:25:29Z 2005-12-30T14:25:29Z i got another tattoo. my camera never came back from the repair shop so i cant take a picture of it and show it to you. its a rosary thought. its wrapped around my ankle and the crucifix hangs down on the side of my foot. it was very painful. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:40597 2005-12-29T15:48:14Z 2005-12-29T15:48:14Z chris went to court again and only got jams again. my dad owes me twenty bucks because we bet on it. dad said he was going to jail for ninety days i said he was going to go to jams whos owns? im getting my new tattoo today at about 12 its going to be pailful but i will show it off when i get back to school. love you bye urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:40377 2005-12-24T17:22:01Z 2005-12-24T17:22:01Z well chris went to court and all he has to do is go to jam's everyday and he has another court date on the 26th and then another arrgainment on the fifth of march. but anyway i still have a lot of people to shop for and its christmas eve. i went to alpine with the kids yesterday and snowboarded for six hours straight. im sore. they made me go down mt.everst and i didnt fall once i was so proud of myself. hailey is such a better snowboarded this year instead of last year. she incouraged me so good. she made me feel like i could actually be good at snowboarding and it worked. well im out i have to go clean my room before family comes over for dinner. dads tonight more presents tomorrow. im not going to lie, thats a perk to having your parents divorced, presents from mom's side on one day, dad's side on another day, and step moms side somewhere in between.christmas couldnt be more heavenly this year. <br /><br />love <br />rose<br /><br />oh yeah tim, i have take back my remark on not liking mp3 players because my mom got me one for christmas lol. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:40067 2005-12-20T02:24:23Z 2005-12-20T02:24:23Z well chris has court tomorrow at eight thirty urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:39807 2005-12-18T23:31:10Z 2005-12-18T23:31:10Z Window shopper- 50 cent <p>From Peices to Weight: Once upon a time in Southside Queens. Curtis James Jackson, III, p/k/a "50 Cent". Published by POCKET BOOKS 2005</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>50&nbsp;Cent is more than just a rap icon. Here's the epilouge to his autobiography.</p> <p><em>Get righ or die tryin'.</em></p> <p>&nbsp;"When I say that, everyone focuses on the negative aspects: death, desperation, depression. But you know what? Everybody, from the guy who gets up to punch a clock everday to the kid standing on the corner, is trying to get rich before they die. They guy punching the clock is probably going to night school or has a hustle on the side or some dream he's working on. Why? To get rich. The kid who picks up a bag of drugs to sell is the same way. He's out there in entrepreneurial spirit, hustling, trying to get rich. That kid just doesn't want to work for anybody-he wants to work for himself. It's just that he has the wrong direction at that point in his life. All the same time, he's trying to get rich, just like the guy punching the clock, the old man driving a cab, the kid going to college to get his degree, the girl waiting tables at the restraunt. It's all back to getting rich-or trying to do so. This is nothing new. You can find pretty much of the same sentiments in all sorts of philosophies-Samurai codes and shit like that. If Confucius says it, it's wisdom, but when 50 cent says it, he's being negative. </p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Either way, it's the truth. I don't necessarily view death as something negative. Death gives meaning to life. Living in fear of feath is living in denial. Actually, it's not really living at all, because there is not life without death. It's two sides of the one. You can't just pick one side up and say, "I'm just going to use the 'heads' side." No. It doesn't work like that. You <em>have</em> to pick up both sides because nothing is promised to anyone in this world besides death. As soon as a life sycle is created, from the first moment in the womb, it's promised that that life's going to end. Whether it's aborted, stillborn, or the mother has a miscarriage-death's going to come to that life. That's the only guarantee. It doesn't matter if that life goes on to cure every disease ever known or brings about the end of the world as we know it, that life is going to end. You can be sure of that. Death is going to follow life, just like night follows day. It is what it is. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp; I don't look at death as something to work against; it makes your time here worthwhile. It's what makes life precious. Death provides purpose. It ensures that every situation that comes in life comes for a reason. It's like you have somewhere to go and things to do before you die, and life is always trying to push you to that goal. It's the things we go through that make us who we are. That's why I wouldn't trade my life for anything in this world-I know I have a purpose. The hard times only seemed hard when I was going through them. Now, they're just memories. Besides, I didn't go through the hard times, I probably wouldn't be able to enjoy the good times. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That's what this book is about-the good times and the bad times. I wrote this book to explain the world I come from. I feel like I have to tell my story while I can. I'm only twenty-nine years old. To a lot of people, I may be too young&nbsp; to reflect on life. And they may be right. But I'd be wasting my blessings and opportunities if I didn't use the atteention I'm getting right now to shed light on my experiences that have caused me to think the way I think, say the things I say, and make the kind of music I make. I want to explain my enviornment to those who don't come any closer to it than the records they buy or the images they see on television. I'm looking back on my life with everything my twenty-nine years has taught me and telling the truth as I see it, while maintaining the honor of the enviornments that I've come from. I can't share certain information, so I've changed many names and places and identifying details. When I came back to the world of music in 2000, my mission was to tell the truth. Now that I've surpassed my wildest dreams of fame and stardom, that mission hasn't changed. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; People want the truth. Even if they can't handle it, they want it. They may want to look at it as a story or music so they can distance themselves from it, but they want it. That's why people watch the news every night.&nbsp; There's nothing good on the news. They'll throw in a little "good news" near the end, like something about a cat being saved from a tree. But before you hear about that cat, you're going to learn that someone got shot and killed, and earthquake killed a couple of hundred people, and that whatever war is going on at the time is still going on and going hard. And you still watch. Why? Because you want the truth. You'll complain, but you'll watch. Every night. The news always gets good ratings. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So I spread my news because no one else is going to do it for me. I let you know that I survived nine bullets not to sell records, but because it's the truth. But it's been turned into a gimmick . Every time I sit down for an interview, I'm asked, "Well, 50, how did it geel to get shot nine times?" Honestly, it didn't feel good-not at the time anyway. Now it's just a memory, but when it happened, it hurt. Bad. I mean it <em>hurt</em> hurt- really bad. If your given a choice, check the box that says "No." It may not seem that bad because it's been packaged into a phrase that you come across in every story about me-"the bullet-riddled rapper who was shot nine times"- but it doesn't hold the weight, the pain, or the hope of my experience. It just can't.</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp; I haven't shown my scars on television to sell records. I haven't let journalists feel the hole in my gum because it sells records. I've shared my reality because these are real situations that happen where I come from. And there are thousands of people who will never get the opportunity to go on TV and tell you what happens in places where gunshots settle arguments. When you look at how my body healed itself, I want you to see the bodies of those who never healed, the ones who didn't make it to the emergancy room on time, the ones who never bounces back. That's what I'm the poster child for. And I'd like to be nothing else. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now that I'm in a totally new enviornment, when I come around, people get scared, because they feel something bad's going to happen. Every article that you read on me, talks about the possibilities of me being killed, or me killing somebody. It makes people uneasy when I'm around. But im just as uncomfortable being around the people that I am around now as they are being around me. I don't know whether they were sent to be a writer, a photographer, or if they're a federal agent. It's a simple fact that when white people pop up in my neighborhood, they're usually there to take us to jail. I definitely don't have anything against white people, but in that enviornment, when we see them, the first thing we look to think is, "Are they police?" Once we realize they're not police, they're cool with us. And probably in their enviornments, they see us and they look and think, "Are they up to something?" And then after they figure out that we're not up to anything, we're alright with them. It's the same shit. Being racist and being realistic are two different things. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sometimes the only way I can understand things is to put them in a negative or street connotation. If&nbsp;I can make an anology for a situation to what it would be on the street, then I can understand it real easy. Gradually, I'll become something different. I'm going to different places, I'm seeing different things, moving in different circles-I'm becoming a broader person. My outlook on the world is changing, but it hasn't totally changed. Change takes time. I've only been out of the 'hood for a few years, so these experiences outweigh new ones. There are many more memories trying to get rich than there are of being rich. I can't forget what made me who I am.That's my stuggle, and I think it's everyones struggle, too. We have to learn to the lessons life gives us and put them to good use while we have the time because no one is promised tomorrow. </p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In my head and in my heart I know that when it's my time to go, I'm going to go. I may die tomorrow, but that only makes me work harder today. In many ways, I've already won; I've already exceeded the expectations that people had of me. I've defied the odds. I wasn't supposed to win. I'm from the bottom. But I overcame the obstacles that were in front of me. And for a moment, I've got to feel what it feels like for the world to focus on me-for being a winner. No one can take that away from me. But if they had to go through the situations I was in before I became a rap star, I don't think they'd still want to be me.</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; People already have a perception of me. When&nbsp;I meet them, they think, This guy's crazy. But you have to look at it and realize, This is how they think in the 'hood. This is my mind-set and these are the things that go on. This is why I say the rhymes that I say. This is what happened when I was trying to get rich before I died in Southside Queens."</p> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rosewilson:39677 2005-12-18T18:42:26Z 2005-12-18T18:42:26Z real life fairy tale- plum well i went to bed with a guilty concious last night. and its not even because i did something bad, or lied; i just got caught in the middle of a bad thing that i didnt want to be a part of. i had marijuana, i think its the worst drug in the world and it should be wiped of the face of the planet. and no one should sell drugs if they are retarded.