Tekst piosenki
I wasn’t able to write my piece yesterday due to the fact I ran out of product. So last night, I found a local dispensary and decided to re-up. Imagine the look on my face when I show up and realize this place only sells „Pianos”. I for one am exceptionally comfortable with the fact they now have my credit card on file. As Americans it is our duty to support such upfront, honest, hard working businesses. The real salt of the earth. So while I still have an identity and a line of credit, let me get to this segment. Lets begin.
I got some fly gear in the mail yesterday. So much like the song Steve Biko by A Tribe Called Quest, I gotta represent.
I tried washing the gel out of my hair and realized for the first time my hair is starting to thin out up top. My forehead is starting to look like a creepy dog.
My mom called because the Celtics were playing for the first time this season. She told me Kevin Garnett always reminded her of me.
I then spoke to my stepfather who asked my why I was so neurotic. Great, another thing for me to be neurotic about.
In the middle of the Celtics game they play this Hardees Commercial. All I could think about, while I was watching it, was how this girl’s father broke the news to all their friends, that his daughter was on T.V.
The Celtics game finished up and I switched it up to the end of the World Series, how weird is it seeing the Royals stadium packed. Its like seeing Kim Jong Un rolling around with puppies, an absolute anomaly.
Im scrolling through the channels and there is an hour long show called „Mike Jack.”
My friend just hit me up asking what my plans were for Halloween. At 30 Halloween just becomes a hassle, Halloween is a young mans sport, I don’t know if I still have it anymore.
I am scrolling through this blog and apparently Suge Knight and Katt Williams are in trouble once again. This woman claims Suge and Katt attacked her and stole her expensive camera. Lets explore why this story is absurd and how the media plays the public.
Further down the blog there is a story about Benzino, who many of you might remember from his „beef” with Eminem, which lead to the decline of The Source Magazine.
My last thought of the evening was, when I eventually move back to the east coast, I will find residency in New York. When I arrive, the first thing I am doing is opening up a yelp for The Q-Train.
Fin.
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