Friday, January 29, 2010

Ya’ll need to get up – y’all need to get up – give the scooters back to the youngins.

What’s up kid - dap dap

Who you?

OT, let me get those glasses (his fronts flash)

They prescription an do you no good

Your eyes blue – that’s tight

Aw shit son – that is tight

Look at hers – she your daughter?

Yup – tru - I ain’t ever seen you round here

We stay three streets up pass the park

Heaven – heaven – turn that around and don’t go past the hydrant again

What about you little man?

He say he in eighth grade.

Really (he lean back on the vacant) you built small, seem to carry big though. Eighth grade really?


Tell me something smart then.

Elijah, get out of the street.

Run it smart. What?

Ok, um – I know that if you lift weights a lot and get strong your dick shrink. You only have so much skin and if you get strong that extra skin has to come from somewhere.

Daddy, red light green light again.

Green light go…

Red light stop…

Green light…

Red light…

Green light…


Maybe she’s you.

Just a dollar for a moving target.

Not because it’s fly, but because I can identify.

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