I found myself listening to one of my favorite joints tonight. It's the remix to "Take You There" from Pete Rock & CL Smooth's dope album, 1994's The Main Ingredient. We can all shoot for the stars, right? Who's to say you aren't already making an impact in other people's lives? No matter the circumstance, someone is in your corner ready to hold you down.
Had a dumb busy day today, which actually started off with a wrestling match Tuesday night with El Nino, who refused to go down wthout a fight until he got himself some "jooshe". So after caving in like a little b!tch, I tried to get myself as prepared for Wed as possible, but alas the sleepsies smacked me upside the head and the next thing I know; it's 8am and time rush everything in order to get both of us ready, get him fed and dropped off, and skidaddle my non-morning-loving a$$ to the staff meeting.
Set it so I can make em all respect my fameSo essentially, we need bodies. It's quite an awkward situation, but we are seriously short-staffed, but are currently interviewing for several full-time gigs.
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
So all in all, it's a step in the right direction. Plus, I ran into Chuck Turner and remembered that I need to reconnect with my man Horace so we can mesh ideas and get some ill shT poppin. So vicariously, I'm trying to leave this world a better place than I found it; albeit one day at a time. I'll try my best and hope for the best. Don't get no mo' realer than that. Word.
(in retrospect, this was one helluva divergent post. oh well....fuq it. this is my shT, son. ante up.)
2 comments:
man get the man some jooshe and stop playin'...
funny
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