ghetto

aye, yo. my ghetto family gots some issuesss. aiight, so here's how it goes..

so my lola be dead, right? she be havin her funeral on saturday and she an awesome Catholic. her son, my uncle, be havin her funeral held at cypress' Forest Lawn and the so called mass aint even no mass. my auntie be callin him and his wife anti-christs. my auntie's daughter, my cousin, be sayin that if they were anti-christ, why are they so proud of their second son going to daily mass. my other relatives be like, aye yo, you gotta get her blessed in the church cuz she was born a Catholic, she lived as a Catholic, and she best be dyin in a Catholic way. and its weird cuz the people who be sayin that got soo much pride in 'em that you see it in the kids. my nephew be walkin around spillin drinks cuz he has so much pride that he dont wanna be seen drinking a bottle still--even tho he only 3 years old. but ferrealz tho, despite all that, i love how they be emphasizing on bringing my lola to a Catholic church to be blessed.

there be some other stuff and i be over here trippin like i'm some kinda gangsta thug, but i aint. not so much, anyway. just feelin' a lil ghetto.

anyway, i gots me some business to handle so peace out, cuh.