Wouldn't It Be Nice
- michaelchambers785
- Feb 25
- 5 min read
Updated: Mar 7
If bxtches could just throw on a wife beater and thong, and just jog thru the streets ALL DAY LONG. Because, they had no other responsibilty to tend to ... outside of driving to WHEREEVER cigarette departed from the DD bus. Where, you'd jog all around cigarette; in an apparent effort to try to entice him with the thought of a slice of you're pie; that would prompt the question ,WHY??....When yo muscles much bigger than his, and just about everyone else's... especially the kids. Whom look up to because you are literally larger than life, and we can only speculate what they'd think, if they knew you didn't stand up for you're rights. That would most certainly make a difference in cigarette's life, as arguable he'd might consider entertaning a wife... instead of starting back smoking the pipe, but such is life.
As wouldn't it be nice, to just get up and go get a real slice. Down at the corner bodega, with the entire family... including a new born jangler;wrapped in a blanket and tucked in a stroller learning to mimmic you're actions as he gets older.
Or , if you could just hold hands ...with you're lover.... Not in front of cigarette, but ideally in front of someone other. Than a victim of grift, being entertained like a gift... although don't take it personal, if I don't get the tip. That you janglers are obviously on, for that of self. As cigarette was dating ... loong before he encountered , jeff... the cities hero;who's actions have inspired all of this patrotism; because the hero that you're embracing is allergic to prison. Just like everyone else... especially those that exploit the phenomenon of stealth. Whom all view this institution, as bad for you're health, but you wouldn't think it when it pertains to others. That have no idea, of the culprit of all them years, as I watched prison state on frontline and all I did was shed tears. As some of those inmates didn't do shit, with respect to the enablers responsible for their bit.
Nevertheless, I MUST CONFESS, this LAST scenario is arguably the best. As there are simply too many engaged in it, for it to not. Be the best thing since whipped cream, topped upon something that's hot. Like FUDGE, CARMEL... or some woman's private spot.... Or man's, as I'm not here to judge; by virtue of a song called salutations, written to show gays some love. Because, the behavior of can nation is disgraceful... to say the least, and isn't even remotely conducive with the preservation of peace. Which is fine by me, being the holder of 3 PHD's in nonsense. That is a part of this story, and to God goes the glory.
As I know first-hand about riding the bus, because while I was growing up... them big wheels were a must. In getting from point A to B, but always for a purpose, but those I see on the Double Dutch these days are only engaged in something worthless.... The wasting of resources, that many don't even have... as the closest thing they have to a car, is the occasional ride in a cab. Which is good, if you can get it... but don't get me wrong. AS just like BB. says: "This Is Just Backwards to the bone", which I remember the lyrics of the song. As me and two comrades sang during a ride , on our way to visit his girl was the purpose of the ride. Although, before we got there... we decided to stop off, at a greasy spoon ... as it's arguable that we were lost .If my memory serves me correctly... being that of years ago... decades in fact, as times seem slow. As it was June of 90 and I remember it well, as my 7 year old toronado still had that NEW CAR, smell. Although, more often than not... I make up a lot,if for nothung else than to jus to keep the ryhme hot. As them lyrics arre the key, even if a discerning jangler disagrees. So sufficed to say, being disgruntled in this particular way, I don't care if you believe me , or not... but as for that new car smell;we can chaulk that up to wishful thinking, but I can assure you that bxtch wasn't stinking. Nor are any of my lyrics... 90% of which are deathly serious, as I for one don't have ANY gas to waste... and I been running on fumes for the last 10 years trying to win this case. That is hinged on my rights, and so I will fight until the day this injustice is brought to light, So don't take it personal, as this hustle is relatively new... to me and undoubtedly to you, as the actions of enablers are not a reflection of me... but will become a reflection of them as they will soon see. As no narrative lasts forever, and this one was thru years ago, that's why all the enablers looking for another ride... jus like a hoe.... N, I know what you're thinking, but you got it wrong... because I got upwards of a 100 complaints that say different that will complete the song. As, snap... I ain't never out of gas... but being surrounded by flame ,retarded foam zaps the flame right out of my axx . However, it's a good thing that I'm the only one, because iffin I weren't you could safely say this city would be done .#enjoyitwhileitlasts
Meanwhile, at this spot we emerged into the atmosphere that was hot... in the upper 90's I do remember; like we are starting to experience in the month of December... punn intended. Although what was not hot, is the fact that one of the waitresses asked us for a ride away from the spot.... Much to my delight, as I was sitting in the back... and I saw it as a good time to get on with a lil mack. However, what seemed like a good idea really wasn't at all... as I failed to take into account , the spot she must have been in. To ask 3 perfect strangers from out of town ,for a ride home; in the the back seat of a toro... you'd have to be off in some kinda zone. As she wasn't ugly, nor was she old... but before I could start my presentation I witnessed something that touched my soul. Because, it seemed to jump out at you... like a priminition, that took me out of mack mode and put me in a totally different position. As she had a Black apron on and some red nail polish, but shortly after we started down the road, her polish started piling up in her apron... like big glitter. Which prompted me to think of how it must be, to have to get to work and home by any means necessary... and not know if this day will be you're last. As some in society don't even know how fortunate they are, to have something as ordinary as a functioning car; that weirdos are fxxking with, just to get a laugh. Which isn't very funny, but honestly really quite sad... and I'm not gonna elab on my bias further because you all know.. That I believe one should experience nonsense, until it starts to get old.... I guarantee you can't guess what city we was in?
Real Tips never get old
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