Earlier tonight a crowd of people gathered around me in a parking lot and asked me to “spit some ill rhymes.”
They said they heard I was a rapper. My friend must have told them that. He would…
They were mostly white kids who looked 12.
I said, “I only freestyle on my own terms.”
Apparently that earned me “cred” & “mad respect”.
I like having those things.
I even got a free pizza.
So maybe I really will become a rapper.
Stranger things have happened.
How was your night?
Not as cool as yours. but If I talked I would be a bore. See, I am trying to be cool, flaunting my new jewels. In this capitalistic society, we are all utter fools.
That’s all I got, and no free pizza:(
ha. nice.
word, street rep is as good as gold, mad props.