After exiting the 71-L this morning I strolled toward work with a smile on my face (TGIF!), then suddenly I encountered a chronic display plaguing our streets which immediately contorted my face into a disapproving grimace of pain and fatigue.
What was it you ask? Blunt smoking at 8:30 am? Public urination? Panhandling?
Nope. Even worse than the sum of the aforementioned.
It was some knucklehead rapping aloud along with whatever bullshit he was listening to. Jeans falling off his ass (a belt is more about function than form), sloppily strolling and gesticulating to no one in particular.
I've seen it all too often. It hurts my soul more each time...and it vexes me more than an "Everybody Loves Raymond" Marathon. (I mean was it really necessary to give him a sitcom? Really?)
Why do these ostentatious posers always listen to crap music? Why are these guys always so loud when they rap aloud? Is it their way of rebelling? Is the song that hyphy/crunk?
They could at least spit something good like, "It was all a dream/I used to read Word Up magazine..." or "Heard the beat ride out like an ancient mating call/ I can't take it y'all/ I can feel the city breathing...".
But, no. We're left with shit like, "Oh I think they like me/ In my White T" or "What! What! What! What! What!".
Damn. Why do these guys think their mouths are subwoofers blaring the illest lyrics when they're really just orifices spraying hallitosis?
The madness has got to end. I'm taking this to the streets.
What was it you ask? Blunt smoking at 8:30 am? Public urination? Panhandling?
Nope. Even worse than the sum of the aforementioned.
It was some knucklehead rapping aloud along with whatever bullshit he was listening to. Jeans falling off his ass (a belt is more about function than form), sloppily strolling and gesticulating to no one in particular.
I've seen it all too often. It hurts my soul more each time...and it vexes me more than an "Everybody Loves Raymond" Marathon. (I mean was it really necessary to give him a sitcom? Really?)
Why do these ostentatious posers always listen to crap music? Why are these guys always so loud when they rap aloud? Is it their way of rebelling? Is the song that hyphy/crunk?
They could at least spit something good like, "It was all a dream/I used to read Word Up magazine..." or "Heard the beat ride out like an ancient mating call/ I can't take it y'all/ I can feel the city breathing...".
But, no. We're left with shit like, "Oh I think they like me/ In my White T" or "What! What! What! What! What!".
Damn. Why do these guys think their mouths are subwoofers blaring the illest lyrics when they're really just orifices spraying hallitosis?
The madness has got to end. I'm taking this to the streets.
1 comment:
c'mon...everybody loves Raymond. I love life for it's subtle and stark ironies.
"what!"
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