I am a man of the new south...but different from one you many think a southern man is. I don't hide my frame under 6x white tees and a crisp fitted.I don't talk with and over exagerated accent because it's what's hot. I listen to more than one genre of music.I know it's more to life than thuggin it on the block.I'm different,special,and proud to be southern.I might not die here but i will be buried here. I love a good country ham sandwich and a cheerwine. I also like plum sake and sushi. I drink OE but prefer guiness. I got rockawear.....collecting dust...in my closet as i have a fresh pair of non baggy non saggy guess,or true religion jeans and a affliction shirt waiting to be worn. I march to the beat off a different drummer while everyone else is still dancing to the same beat......I am Seven...Live it,love it,learn it. I work hard for my money,I enjoy simple pleasures and manage to be a socialite in my city{even though I'm trying to leave}......
a poem about my thoughts....kinda old...


long kiss goodnight,never lasting forever,nonexistent occurrences,
nocturnal pain,rain dances upon my chin,cringe in the spotlight,glory from a man i once was,lost little boy,dark young man,hopeful father,lonely lover,closet romantic,furious leader, and unappreciated human.seven.understand.focus.listen.my tears glisten in the moonlight.dripping in my Guinness stout.i dream of the beaches of a land i never ventured.i smile listening to the intruders dreaming of slow dances that never took place.i exit before my hands trip over my mental un tied shoe lace.peace

there wont be a date. Friendship only. Anyways no one hardly spoke to me on here...should've been called plenty of disses and instead of plenty of fish