Uit Pulp Fiction
Ezekiel 25:17
The path of the rightous man is beset on all sides by the eniquaties of the selfish, and the tirany of evil man. Blessed is he who, in name of charity and good will shepperd the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down, with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the lord, when I lay my vengeance uppon you!!!
This is what I love and can't stop loving.
Get wasted at parties from 9 'till 7 in the morning.
I live for the music, rollin' blunts, feelin' high, gettin' loaded, or take some pills and go to lalaland.
Spending all my money on dope and extreme high price tickets.
But in the end it's all worth it.
I like to live in my own world. Fuck regular life, fuck a 9 'till 5 job.
I'm told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute.
That's what I do on friday's 'nd saturdays.
Why should I take life so seriously? I just want to do what I like to do.
Be a far from the reality, because I can't stand society.
This is my own world, I just want to hear the music.
I think the whole system fucking sucks.
Everybody is working their fucking ass off during the week, getting totally fucking stressed out.
So what's wrong and what's right.
I live for the weekend.
I live for hard styles.
I live for hard style baby.
C'mon, let's go!
