I like rap. Well, there are only certain times that I listen to it. Like for instance today when I was reminded what it feels like to be the object of girlish gossip- and that is crappy. Which surprised me-haven't I grown out of caring what people think about me? I decided that I had not as I found myself rolling down University with a hot fudge sundae in hand, windows open, blasting this song and feeling vindicated:
hard times got the whole united states stressin im writin a book, how to survive n a recession mr oboma, we so tired of sellin crack if u lookin for me ask the streets where im at
I run the streets all nite n day (the hood love thug) cuz i still run the streets all nite n day yuhh i rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block, wats good? cuz i still run, the streets all nite n day, i cant stay away.
Lesson learned: life isn't that bad. At least I'm not running crack.