What could you do to me? It's not new to me. Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that cuz I got no problem goin back. I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat in, Where Malcolm was shot, where Martin Luther was popped in, So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro: Urb is back. This is where the background singers hit you.
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Please excuse the interruption. The powers that be just won't leave this cracka alone, na'mean? Oh no, I can feel it coming back, but at least it's gonna be the best rhyme ever:
Can't leave hoops alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
M to the izz-I, K to the ezz-E
Not guilty, he who does not feel me
is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist
So POOF -- vamoose, son of a bitch!
Ok, so there will be more insightful commentary next post (or rather what I try to pass off as such), I promise. This one is a well deserved break. I promise that soapbox is still right here and my voice won't go hoarse nor my fingers freeze up, not even if you bribe me...Unless we're talking 7 figures...what's that? Silence? I didn't fuckin think so.
So here's the story before I'm out: I'm at the L Tavern when this dude walks in. He's an elder Asian man, but not elderly. I'm guessing around 50 years and about 200+ lbs. on a 5'6" frame. He's all squinty smiles, fatty folds and mustache. The kicker is he's wearing this faded yellow shirt that says, "Free Mustache Rides". So I turn to Jenna and tell her that on any other dude that shirt would just be plain creepy, but on that guy it's somehow funny, fitting and charming. She heartily agreed, telling me that she had silently come to the same conclusion. The dude hung around with a few friends, drinking Pabst & smiling the entire night. I'm sure when he woke up the next morning his face must have been sore from smiling so damn much. Thus the semi-comical non-sequiter anecdote comes to an end.