Spades -D'Artanya Tisdale
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US South) US African AmericanTranscript
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I live for friday nights with the fan. We spend most of our time handling business. That ain't give us much time to kick it man. Friday night was where it was that mom and auntie Stacy Cook real big. It was like thanksgiving every friday night. You feel me, this particular friday was different though. My cousin and his girlfriend, Sasha, we're getting married the following day. It was like a private celebration since neither was having a bachelor or bachelorette party. So she was a boozy little hood *****. So it was guaranteed to be a show. I'm talking open bar, steak, seafood dinner type vibes I can already taste to meet you and I sell moms of play facts. The champ is here dummies. I yelled as I walked through the front door dancing to the music, playing loud on the boston speakers, just a little two step because I was feeling myself, I was always feeling myself me a stranded up on the space tournament. The friday before I was planning on running up on film again, boston script was a mini mansion. I'm asking for no reason. It was just heard there. Even the drive here feel fancy. Private Rose. How spread miles apart. If the roads didn't save big money? The circular driveway did. In the center of the driveway was a shrub shaped into a spade. She was flying. Hey brother Kennedy ran over to me from the dining room, Kennedy was my older sister. Let her tell it. I was a baby Even though she had four kids of her arm, Roger was 16 and Georgia and Georgia. The twins were 12 As Susie was five, Kennedy was a sweetheart for real. Too sweet, if you ask me, she let motherfuckers get away with too much for real. You wouldn't even know she was a spade with the way she acted. I don't believe she was more proud to be a space than the rest of us though she grabbed my face, kissing my cheek until I was able to break free. Come on, man, that's enough as I grab the arms and walked back to the bright lit dining room, you know, I don't like nobody touching my face. That's how you get them bump bumps and ****. I smooth my hands over my face was a clean cut pretty boy. I kept a low faith in no facial hair, a simple change on my neck at all times. I didn't dress like a street ***, but I was more than just a street ***. I was a drug dealer, a murderer, a liar and sometimes the cheater, but I did respect myself. I love my family. I left the house every day with the intention of being better than the day before. I came home to my family every night knowing that I spent the day trying. That's what I wanted to be seen as. Not the monster that I actually was. Look, I said, pointing at the half set table. You plan and even finish the setting the table. Yeah, I lifted the lid on one or 2. four pants on the wide wooden table. Oh, I grabbed the deviled egg. Stop touching ****. Candy slapped my shoulder before she get the lid back on. I took the other exit out the dining room that leads straight into the kitchen. I live for friday nights with the fan. We spend most of our time handling business and that ain't give us much time to kick it. Friday night was where it was there moms and artistically cook real big. It was like thanksgiving every friday night. You feel me this particular friday was different though. My cousin and his girlfriend so she will get married the following day and it was like a private celebration. Neither was having a bachelor or bachelorette party. So she was a boozy little hood *****. So it was guaranteed to be a show. I'm talking open bar, steak and seafood dinner type vibes. You feel me, I could already tasting menu and I sell mom's a play facts. The champ is here dummy. I walked as I yelled through the front door, dancing to the music player allowed on the boston speakers, just a little two step because I was feeling myself, I was always feeling myself. Mediates ran it up on the space tournament. The friday night before I was planning on running up on film again, boston cream was a mini mansion master for no reason and it was just her there. Even the drive feel feel fancy. Private rose. How spread miles apart. If the roads didn't save big money? The circular driveway did. In the center of the driveway was a shrub saved into a spade. **** was fly. Hey brother Kennedy ran over to me from the dining room, Kennedy was my oldest sister. Let her tell it. I was her baby. Even though she had four kids of her own roger was 16 Georgia and Georgia with Twins with 12. Susie was five Kennedy was a sweetheart for real. Too sweet. If you ask me, she let the motherfuckers get away with too much for real. You wouldn't even know she was a spade the way she acted honest. Believe she was proud to be a spade more than the rest of us. She grabbed my face, kissing my cheek until I was able to break free. Come on man, that's enough. I grabbed my arms as I walked back into the bright lit dining room. You know, I don't like nobody touching my face. That's how you get them, bum bums and ****. I smooth my hands over my face. I was a clean cut pretty boy. I kept a low faith no facial hair, a simple change on my neck at all times. I didn't dress like a street *** because I was more than just a street ***. I was a drug dealer, a murderer, alive and sometimes a cheater, but I did respect myself. I love my family. I left the house every day with the intention of being better than the day before. Came home to my family every night knowing that I spent the day trying. That's what I want to be seen as, not the monster that I actually was.