"Little Terry got a gun, he got from the store,
He bought it with the money he got from his chores,
He robbed candy shop told her lay down on the floor,
Put the cookies in his bag took the pennies out the drawer.
Little Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels,
To kill the infidels and American devils,
A bomb on his waist,
A mask on his face,
Prays five times a day,
And listens to Heavy Metal.
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad,
That he snuck into school in his black book bag,
His black nail polish, black boots and black hair,
He's gonna blow away the bully that just pushed his ass.. "
I wish every rapper could write lyrics like this. It's terrible for the hip-hop world that The Greatest American Rap Album will be his last.
Today as been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs. I got some bad news about my homecoming date, and how she just wanted to be friends. It's been hard on me and still is, but I'll get past it, thank god for Bright Eyes.
On the other hand i got tickets for the My Morning Jacket concert at the Chicago Theater on Oct. 10th. I've heard some insanely good things about their live show, and I couldn't be more excited for that, I'm also seeing The New Pornographers next sunday.