As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life And realize there's nothing left 'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how ya talking And where ya walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but I gotta lop As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kinda G that little homie's wanna be like On my knees in the night Saying prayers in the street light
If I hide my chin like this, I think I look a little like LBJ. Now I just need to tell someone I've got Hillary's pecker in my pocket.
I wonder what this red and white striped thing is. Seems like I see it everywhere these past few years.
Hmmph. I would have accessorized differently, myself. That handbag is gauche, and the shoes, the shoes...
Now, if Magnifier661 is right about consciousness not being bound in time, then I think the existence of free will contradicts the basic ideas of string theory... dammit, I'm losing the thread. Should have taken a bigger dose.