Dj Records
Them really wan fir start me hard yeah
Come me lay, are we them are prick, yeah
Stay far from the link aint no penny worth
stay clear them, are link fir me anyway
smile up inna your damn face everyday
yet still them are link with you anyway
Them wan me for them pon the cause where
never like when things are go my way
Give them the last sign you make
when you got your pay, yeah
Till the man come stop your breath yeah
Them really wan fir start me hard yeah
Come me lay, are we them are prick, yeah
Stay far from the link aint no penny worth
stay clear them, are link fir me anyway
smile up inna your damn face everyday
yet still them are link with you anyway
Them wan me for them pon the cause where
never like when things are go my way
Give them the last sign you make
when you got your pay, yeah
Till the man come stop your breath yeah
I was just thinking that when things start going one's way then even those who thought they ought to have you underfoot sit up and start taking notice, to see how to get you back under them, because according to their twisted logic; the world should make THEM the top-dog and you the rag to wipe their feet on.
Well, my advice to THEM is to stay far, because, let me tell you this, I have a looooooooooooongggg memory, and what happens is that I may be momentarily wrong-footed when it comes to snap judgements, but in the long run, I work it out, slow as I may be, and THEN I act. You wont like it.
There is a saying that I have kept close to my mind every time I have been thinking about women, and that is one I have even written more than once, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned", and I confess, I, the man who knows no fear, was quite distressed every time it came to times like this, when I knew I was over some one and wanted to leave and keep rising, and I was worried that the woman, or women, would find some kind of weakness in my armour and try to stop me, like michelle did. Sure, they will ultimately NOT prevail, but they would draw blood, and the thought of someone having her own way with me made me tremble with frustration and fury.
Now, I know that God knows me better than I know myself, and walking with Him is as much a journey of self discovery as of leaning on His word, and getting to know Him; so I can never really SAY with certainty what will happen, since sometimes I still think there are barriers when there are none, or there are no barriers when there are, but hey, IF it ever happened that michelle or anyone from the Simonstown OSC HAD to be involved in my life, I would kill them on sight, and cut them up into small pieces and go for their families and relatives till all that remained of them was just the registration of their births in the national records.
I HATE michelle, and the reason why I keep on writing about her is not that I want to needle her, but that each day I constantly test myself to see if I am just being a frustrated man, not really .... myself, and everyday the answer is the same:- I have never hated anyone the way I hate that bitch, and I would just love to rend her to pieces, and do something so nasty to her she would take a loooooong time to die, and draw each breath with pain.
fuck, I was living my own life, did not want to have anything to do with her, did not encourage her in any way to approach me, sent warning signs to her every time she set foot on my threshold, but she blatantly disregarded them ,and, when, I was fed up with trying to keep my fury contained and wanted to just walk away from her, she would reach out and drag me into a limbo, a suspense where my agony was trying to keep from strangling her, as I was at the same time trying to interpret her actions, trying to find out if she was actually making a fool of me or if I was mistaken.
Turns out I was right, and I have hated her ever since she proved conclusively that she was like a spider that wanted me kept in her web, because the fool's own life had collapsed and she wanted someone else to take the rap for it.
She sent butt-head;- O God, I will have to kill him, there is no other way, I am going to kill him,and take my time about it like one braais meat on an open fire, yesss!
She sent the fool my way, and the implications were obvious;"Prince, if you want me you are going to have fight over me with that guy", and I would not do so. I even went somewhere else for a while, and funny thing was, everytime I was on my way back to Simonstown, the little fartface would drive by, in her 'prospective' mother-in-law's Ballade, and somehow intimate that I was still underfoot and things would be better for me when I stopped fighting and just bent to her will.
Only problem is, this creature is made of the only inflexible material that nothing and no one can break;I am made of God, and that makes me inflexible, no matter how much I may seem frail and lowly.
So, because she "never like when things are go my way", I confess I was worried about what she may do,but my advice is that she desist from interfering, because THEN, my anger would be more terrifying than what I am currently contemplating.
Stay far.
All of you.
butt-head's mom will probably want to do her interference shit again, but it wont be just her life at stake if she does so, it will be more than that, trust me. I will make sure of it.I want nothing to do with anyone from up there, anyone who has even sat and had dinner or whatever over me, discussing me. I will kill anyone who steps in my path, no exceptions, because I hate you all soooooo much, and you have no idea how, with each day spent thinking it over, the anger is burning its way deeper into my soul like a fire going over dry leaves.
Interfere, and death will be the less immediate of your worries. That is for certain.
Well, my advice to THEM is to stay far, because, let me tell you this, I have a looooooooooooongggg memory, and what happens is that I may be momentarily wrong-footed when it comes to snap judgements, but in the long run, I work it out, slow as I may be, and THEN I act. You wont like it.
There is a saying that I have kept close to my mind every time I have been thinking about women, and that is one I have even written more than once, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned", and I confess, I, the man who knows no fear, was quite distressed every time it came to times like this, when I knew I was over some one and wanted to leave and keep rising, and I was worried that the woman, or women, would find some kind of weakness in my armour and try to stop me, like michelle did. Sure, they will ultimately NOT prevail, but they would draw blood, and the thought of someone having her own way with me made me tremble with frustration and fury.
Now, I know that God knows me better than I know myself, and walking with Him is as much a journey of self discovery as of leaning on His word, and getting to know Him; so I can never really SAY with certainty what will happen, since sometimes I still think there are barriers when there are none, or there are no barriers when there are, but hey, IF it ever happened that michelle or anyone from the Simonstown OSC HAD to be involved in my life, I would kill them on sight, and cut them up into small pieces and go for their families and relatives till all that remained of them was just the registration of their births in the national records.
I HATE michelle, and the reason why I keep on writing about her is not that I want to needle her, but that each day I constantly test myself to see if I am just being a frustrated man, not really .... myself, and everyday the answer is the same:- I have never hated anyone the way I hate that bitch, and I would just love to rend her to pieces, and do something so nasty to her she would take a loooooong time to die, and draw each breath with pain.
fuck, I was living my own life, did not want to have anything to do with her, did not encourage her in any way to approach me, sent warning signs to her every time she set foot on my threshold, but she blatantly disregarded them ,and, when, I was fed up with trying to keep my fury contained and wanted to just walk away from her, she would reach out and drag me into a limbo, a suspense where my agony was trying to keep from strangling her, as I was at the same time trying to interpret her actions, trying to find out if she was actually making a fool of me or if I was mistaken.
Turns out I was right, and I have hated her ever since she proved conclusively that she was like a spider that wanted me kept in her web, because the fool's own life had collapsed and she wanted someone else to take the rap for it.
She sent butt-head;- O God, I will have to kill him, there is no other way, I am going to kill him,and take my time about it like one braais meat on an open fire, yesss!
She sent the fool my way, and the implications were obvious;"Prince, if you want me you are going to have fight over me with that guy", and I would not do so. I even went somewhere else for a while, and funny thing was, everytime I was on my way back to Simonstown, the little fartface would drive by, in her 'prospective' mother-in-law's Ballade, and somehow intimate that I was still underfoot and things would be better for me when I stopped fighting and just bent to her will.
Only problem is, this creature is made of the only inflexible material that nothing and no one can break;I am made of God, and that makes me inflexible, no matter how much I may seem frail and lowly.
So, because she "never like when things are go my way", I confess I was worried about what she may do,but my advice is that she desist from interfering, because THEN, my anger would be more terrifying than what I am currently contemplating.
Stay far.
All of you.
butt-head's mom will probably want to do her interference shit again, but it wont be just her life at stake if she does so, it will be more than that, trust me. I will make sure of it.I want nothing to do with anyone from up there, anyone who has even sat and had dinner or whatever over me, discussing me. I will kill anyone who steps in my path, no exceptions, because I hate you all soooooo much, and you have no idea how, with each day spent thinking it over, the anger is burning its way deeper into my soul like a fire going over dry leaves.
Interfere, and death will be the less immediate of your worries. That is for certain.
