Ain’t no real blurb to be blurbing upon this track. It’s
Sunday, been a chill week which was week on with my kids, but after a lot of
turmoil and chaos this little shitty basement apartment starting to feel sweet,
starting to feel like home. I ain’t got no money about 17 hours after every pay
day, but my bills is paid (except the medical ones, and I ain’t hitting on shit
on these credit cards but the minimum payment, but I’m waiting on civilization
to fall for those), and it’s gonna be a warm Sunday, and though the world is
focused on gathering together for the American holiday of gazing at a screen
and pretending commercials are anything more than fucking commercials, we gonna
go outside in this blast of warmth after the polar vortex piledrived us inside
for most of the week, and just walk around under the big blue sky letting the
chemtrail mist invisibly fall down upon us but we don’t care becasue it’s a
beautiful life, and alhamdulillah y’all. Be practicing my dhikr to a go-go beat, and I got leftover chicken and homemade mac-n-cheese for dinner, plus some greens to cook up. Pure honeysucklin' Sunday, regardless of larger poison culture events.
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