Lil Yatchy Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

This is going to be a long day for me if my boss finds out i’m late.

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

Now this bitch is more gangsta then we are. I can see what he sees in her, but she’s nothing but trouble. That’s just plain and simple. Ever thing about her makes you take notice.

All may rise so this trial may begin. My name is Judge Gabriel and I will make the final decision whether or not you go to foster care. Ponyboy I do not want to see you in foster care so I am going to try my best to save you. As we can tell you have been quite the trouble maker this past month have not you. Well that is a real good reason to send you away but I'm hoping you have even better reasons to defend your case. Now before we begin calling up witnesses does anybody else think that this boy is guilty.

This is similar to mine, but without the part that prevents you from being able to change back. It's a simple seal you can undo on your own.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

Every time you say “what up my nigga?” I hear, “what is up my slave that is see of no value to call a full man but you are just an instrument of existence that stems to push my profits higher and higher. And in the slight chance you start to think otherwise remember I

In the rap world it's nearly impossible to avoid the topic of sex. Lyrics like, "I'll take you to the candy shop, let you lick the lollipop" (50 Cent) are not even close to being about going to a candy shop or enjoying a lollipop. These lyrics by 50 Cent are a clear representation of the themes in many hip-hop songs. " The Year Hip-Hop Invented Sex" written by Megan Carpentier in 2010, talks about the transformation of hip-hop music from the “Dark (Orgasm Free) Ages”(Carpentier 226) to what this genre of music is today.

I believe in the boys with bleary eyes and crooked smiles. I believe the in girls who roar back at the thunder storms and will forever kiss like the first time they fell in love. I believe in the people who’s skin never felt like a home to them,

Grr I hate it when people just comment on an post to just correct my spelling on Facebook.

Yamen I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, I don't know what got into me. I have never gotten this jealous or mad. I also began to overthink. I over reacted as well, I didn't realize yesterday because I was so fired up, until now this morning, now that I look back at it. I'm really sorry, I can be irritating , frustrating, confusing, annoying, hard headed. This is all my fault. I should know you won't get at any other guy, it's stupid for me to think. Jealousy always gets the best of me, which I should really work on. Work on my overthinking as well. I should have trust in you, fully. I should know you want me and only me, and I shouldn't be worrying about you getting at another guy or a guy getting at you and taking you away from me.