Timbs Quotes

I see the old even as I am looking at the new--the storefronts now occupied by up-to-date boutiques and trendy retail shops. It's almost like being in two places at the same time.

It should not be a surprise, even if it is not expected, if a shadow dances among the leaves, a face appears (or seems to), even a community of phantoms from the past. Here you will find answers, questions, and a host of stories.

Et sambulver in medi umbrae mortis, nn timb mala, quoniam t mcum es. (Psalms 22.4:

Many Christians gloss over presentations of the profane in the lives of biblical heroes, but Hip Hop says, "Man, we're dealing with it all!

Grass of levity Span in brevity Flower's felicity Fire of misery Wind's stability Is mortality

As I tilted the bottle to my lips, something caught my eye, making me miss my mouth. The liquor spilled all over me. I slowly turned and closed my eyes a few times because I had drank too much and did too many drugs. With a smirk on his face, dressed down in a pair of jeans, his black timbs sloppily laced, and his biker vest on, Quasim Inferno walked into the house. When he turned to dap the nigga Za, I realized that was why he looked so familiar. His back turned slightly, and the back of his vest was clear as day… King Inferno. I shoved shorty who screamed at me. Za turned and pointed right at me, and Quasim had the nerve to nod and wink at me. It was the drugs… I wasn’t seeing this shit, and I had to be tripping. This shit wasn’t happening right now, and I needed to chill the fuck out. He was fucking dead, and his brother had confirmed it. But here he was, standing beside his brother, smiling at me, never blinking like a fucking nutcase. Everything was slowed down and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t look away. Once the DJ put on Who We Be by DMX, everyone was turning up. I watched as King got close to his brother’s ear while looking at me. I read his lips. Get em, Blaze.

Trigger warning: There’s some trigga pulling, leather vests, and timbs in here

It was something about when a New York nigga stepped with his timbs on.

Some days I wanted to go all out in pink and be all princess like. Then there was other days when I wanted to toss on the baggiest sweatpants, timbs, and an oversized hoodie to accomplish the day.