Greatest thing about self is the recoginition of emotions and being able to harness and redirect them bitches appropriately. How in the hell did I find myself out of the green grassy pastures, somehow swept away into the land of 'whatever, whoever, whenever' I will never know, but this cornbredfed cutie refuses to stop puching them fucking cows simply cause citified, smog filled clouds done clouded my vision. Let me put in some visine and get me some 'git right' so I can ride Ma Bessy right on back into the field, get them field hands and say....let's go fuck Massah up. That bastard been spending too much time watching my ass anyway, and the mistress been sleeping on da big one even with all the Viagra he's popping. Anyhoo, I gotta let this one go, just like Nas did in 'Remember the times' Take the memory for what it was and write that shit down , post it in the white house so the pres and all his aides can know what's really up. Aint gotta understand, just listen. Everybody who ride the short yellow bus, aint in the slow class, but them cows be calling my name, so here I come baby. Feeling all mushy and gushy while smelling them fresh tobacco stalks. Damn being back in da field feel mighty damn different, but I'ma hold it down til Bessy let me ride her off into the midnight sun.
Cornbredfed with much insight!!!
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