Hand me that,” getting laughs with the bros while we sippin’ on these snapples - comparing life’s cons and pros. It’s funny though, my life’s just mango madness. So I throw on some Biz Markie, and every mishap that happened turns to a beautiful tragic. I’m kind of slackin’ while I’m layin’ back in my v-neck and sweats, snackin’ and yackin’. So even when I can’t fathom what folks are babblin, I won’t bother tryin’ to grasp it. Fact is, though my mind sets itself well, I just don’t give a big enough fuck to back up how I feel.

Hey America, I have a cute idea. At least sort out your health care system, hand gun violence, unemployment, public education, gay marriage, marijuana legislation and middle east conflict before you fuck around with the internet because let’s face it, there are bigger issues in the world than someone uploading a photo with a musician in it.

Bumpin’ that Wiz Khalifa. I am a lyrical eat-ah, chewing then spitting for peripheral read-ahs. So I tell them what they need-ah and how I get a kick out of my own shit more than Jackie Lee does. Throw a little ha-ha’s here, and make a few frowns smirk. Maybe pull a Britney Spears, and fuck the underwear’s beneath my jean skirt. That works, doesn’t it? I’m just speaking for the spur of the moment, I wouldn’t do that shit. It kinda isn’t me and that’s a whole bunch of nonsense. But you’d do silly stuff too if the place you were in felt kind of timeless. Let’s be honest, even fun gets boring and lines become rhyme-less one time or another. And once it’s all over, you’re stuck with the same ole disguise that you use to strive for a new soul who’ll awaken your childish side. So while you living this strife, why the fuck not tone it down with your over-analyzed views on how to live your life? Just allow your mind to see some beautiful sights of diverse heights that just might, might be priceless.