As The Curtains Come Down....finale

I know I've said this many times before, but Ace Boogie is leaving M.T. Bag.

As a matter of fact Ace Boogie is dead as far as I'm concerned.

Why?

Well 8th grade year, I was practically a lame. So I left the school I was in just so I could start over again. From PJHS, I went to STX instead of PHS; just to escape the reputation I had at PJHS. Don't get me wrong I had friends and what not, but when I went to STX I was down with the "IN-Crowd." So since then I've been living a fraudulent life practically. I'm fake as shit. But I was happy, up until yesterday. So Boogie's dead...

First of all: Can I rap, yes. Do I like rapping, hell yeah. Do I wanna be a rapper, I don't care either way.

You wanna know why I'm leaving?

So I can worry about myself. When I left PJHS I always wanted to just be a good friend and have good friends. I thought I had that in one of my best friends, but I see it was practically a one way street.

Things I've Done for that Friend:
-Got expelled trying to make money for his college application
-Gave up a full ride scholarship that I was guaranteed, for the band
-Risked getting arrested for letting him stay in the dorm, when he was supposed to be out of it.
-Shared my food with him from September-March
-Fed him for two weeks as he visited WSU.
-Gave him a phone, iPod.
-All the nope he smokes, he doesn't pay for.
-Got him in on a trip to Florida
-Convinced my mom to let him stay at our house, due to his sitch (which I won't discuss)
-Free Haircuts

Things he's done for me:
-Ran down the street as I got jumped.
-Turn over and sleeps when I ask a favor.
-Snitched that we were smokin nope when in fact we only had a black.
-He picked me up when I was stranded at the mall once.

So it's not that I feel betrayed or anything. It's just, I'm being a friend and I never asked for anything in return. But when I need something, He pretty much turns his back on me.

So i'm just gonna focus on my schooling, I might try being a doctor again. Or Something in business.

But here's my last written verse I hope you enjoy it if not....PHUCK U!

OH!
Yessir....
A yessir.

Boog-AY!
You don't wan't no problems mayne!

Alright, alright....

I don't even call heauxs hoes...right right right right right right right

They call me boog-ay, and I get my way/
Cuz I ushered the Burger King, straight into the drive way/
And I may, one day recieve high pay/
cuz I got mo momentum than a truck on the high way/

I live life the high way, you try I phuck up my day/
And I may, snub out ya tops on ya myspace/
And why chase, bra Flash don't partake/
Cuz if take a L, I'll witness many wenches heart break/

Wat yu gassed up on, is it the kind ya car take/
Cuz if you missing some lead, my head dispenses that the art way/
Resort to penc-AISLES!, but only when shit gets wild/
Yousa mistake, so I erase ya face and then dip out/

You wanna bitch now, but I handle many of those/
Wrap em up clothes, and then they end up disposed....
of, lilo and stitch niggas just leave em sowed up/
Beat em like 808's, Why? Cuz they get's no love/

Yu no like skinny niggas, well I gotcha/
You don't wanna any nigga?! well I gotcha/
I know you sick of these rappers actin like pop-sters/
Either they sing, or they wack it don't matt-uh!/

Yeah, my hair is napp-e, but that don't matt-uh/
Cuz I'm emcee, i'm not rapper/
So let me get the Mic, Mic, Mic, Mic, Mic, Mic, Mic....

Yeah thats how that goes...

Peace.

A. K. Chase