Daaaaaaaaaamn homey, in high-school you was the maaaaan homey, the f**k happened to you?

Cooler than the big toe of a polar bear walking tippy toed on a sheet of ice in the arctic circle, with cool whip on his chin. I have a dilemma...So what else is new? I swear, sometimes I feel like I got KAY SLAY beat, with the drama king title. There is this conference that would benefit me and my kind, needless to say...everything comes with a price, and as only human nature can allow, I try to avoid succumbing to the evil grasp of society on my limited stash of seaweed-green paper that I am forced to use as a means of well...Permanent Status? "It ain't that serious".

So I called a few of la familia up...was rendered advise on whether or not to proceed and continue to...well you know...Venture into this commitment. I already did. $179 down or up the drain...a nigga can't complain!

So come hither; Friday the 22nd day of October 2004, from 8:00am until 6:00pm (or so), my African-American-American Indian ass is gonna be in the same conference hall with about 100 other souls trying to attain that sought after feat of having the recording industry, media, public etc. exploit their very existence in any, and every heard of or otherwise, unheard of way possible. "Sweet dude"

Now I just gotta figure out what I'll rock? Perhaps my "WHITE TEE" cuz I look clean in it!

Or maybe I should front in my new pair of jeans. How you want it? Them jeans cost four hunned! And they ain't DIESELS...them shyttas is EVISU's

I was once told, by a now lost soul, that if you look the part, and play the part, you may get the part...now what happens after that, may tear your HEART APART!



One Ya self, Love ya self...!