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My vernacular is vulgar. I have a look that tends to make people think I'm proper. And I always mentally record the reaction I get when I let loose the word 'fuck'. It's not just profane. I have very few sweet releases, and sometimes this is the only way.
The world is full of ugly. If you get offended by the way I speak, and I cannot redeem myself by the type of person I am and the life I live, then you need to take a step back and stop focusing on the micro. You'll be surprised. Shocked. Sickened. Maybe then that little fucking word won't affect you as much.
I've been through a lot, and many of my friends have yet to even scratch the surface of fuck I've lived through. I think I've done pretty well for myself, considering my life. So if the worst I can do to offended you is to use a little tasteful profanity, consider yourself lucky.
xx, loveLC
With my ghetto broad
And she's so plain
Gotta couple scars
And one of those long names
And she fight a nigga
And cusses wit no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine
It's just yea, yea she loves it over here
-Lupe
