Where is her 1995

Where is 1995, that year is a strip line of searching and ignorance not to forget mistakes all these are oblivion to her of course, when she get to university she realizes life, secondary school only teaches her to pass her exam, university gives her life though not enough she dig deep into her intuition all on her own even though she is stupid she got one thing going for her, she is so stubborn she don’t care if she is a beauty without mental ability but she have her own hit, prior 1995 is her audio cassette she cant help but remember those days, slot your audio cassette in the walkman, and let the music blast so loud which is her hit on the head. The hit would have been the boy that loves her beat, but his just gone like the wind couple with her pain and disappointment that kill her spirit. Though she did not get to nail it those past years, it turns her into easy going chic that finally overlap into her post 1995 that absolutely hit the nail on the head when her bad habit is in the open her spirit is revamp for the good and bad sides. Her post 1995 is somewhat strange, she distance herself from her friends and they wonder why she kept to herself rather finding comfort from them she find solace in new faces, that’s not cool at all dismissing your friends, not just cool I mean they are there for you when you needed them, maybe being a teenager you are pressure to try so many things in your teenage years if you don’t try it mistakes will never occur and if there no mistakes you can never learn. Possibly she must have realize the premonition she will rap one day, which she did for about one minute, yeah she is a one minute rapper, check her rap out.

That year is mine oops maybe not, that year is not mine is a time of the year I don’t wanna remember cos it was a weak year but can never forget the fantasy young love year, plenty crush sweet memory of young child hood love, ilike this girl beat she said to me, still remain a misery to me how I never held them in my hand though 1995 so small naïve but really shower love on me a girl have to step up cos is a year of sad sad days sisters I make them all sad, for the road side hooligan thou shall not touch me with my bandana walking down the street checking the boys, is 2014 boys and still checking you out on the dusty road that makes it real cool is a quiet time of the year drinking my lovely cool beer dreaming I’m a star in my own right and way that’s why hip hop is still mine can you feel me the poor African boy dropping line like is h2o where my whores at they are digging it out with miley smiling while doing it my stuff is still in motion making it sad sad days sister I make them all sad so unfortunate could have made big time nothing loss and nothing gain very static is the situation here but still all good dead or alive what will be will be before they see me die they will see me excel if you don’t make it today you will make it tomorrow just keep you head up but still people will make you sad sad all day sister I make them all sad. The rest of the year is still in motion catch you all soon.