ok dude, i know you wanna fuck the granny queen from a bugs life, we’ve gotten your confession 385 fucking times, we get it, you love fucking old wrinkly ass ants, stop fucking submitting it.
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
When yall singing along to some migos and that one white boy on your team slips up and says the N-word
"wait i can explain"
"My grandparents are black"
"I have a black cousin"
"My car is black"
"Orange is the new black"
I don’t trust the media, too many acronyms. what does cnn stand for? literally no one knows the answer
cable news network
could be. literally no one knows
Do you ever just meet one person
and at first it is awkward
then you start talking
and its like
“holy crap where have you been all my life”
When I’m upset I put on a superman shirt and in some weird fashion it helps me get over whatever was upsetting me