M0ST F0LKS TH1NK F0RKS 1N R04D M34N...

most folks think forks in road mean 
you gotta choose direction… 
ain’t always that dramatic 

3Y3S 0NC3 SH1N3D L1K3 P0L1SH3D CHR0M3...

eyes once shined like polished chrome 
with hope now fogged the fuck out - 
done seen too many oil stains 

MY F1RST T1M3 M4CH1N3 W4S 4N...

my first time machine was an 
old Chevelle Supersport left 
to rust in Meherrin woods 

TH0S3 WH0 P4SS10N4T3LY GR1P...

those who passionately grip 
at the past get trapped thinking 
tomorrow won't have sunshine 

3MBR4C1NG WH4T'S L3FT0V3R...

embracing what's leftover's 
a good survival tactic - 
thrive on what nobody wants 

TH3 W4Y TH4T 0NC3 W4S N3V3R...

the way that once was never 

remains in place forever; 

notions of dominion false 

4TT3MPT1NG T0 B3 W33D-L1K3...

attempting to be weed-like,

sowing myself in corners

lacking militant eyeballs

W0RK1NG CL4SS 1D3NT1T13S...

working class identities

manufactured for the clout;

folks working inside of clouds

BVRN0VTS 0N B4CK R04DS L34V3 BL4CK...

burnouts on back roads leave black

marks most the world will never

see; don't mean that shit ain't real

S1MPL1C1TY 0F H00PT13...

simplicity of hooptie

complicated by visions

of candy flake and chrome shine

W0VLD L0V3 T0 H4V3 B0VGHT TH1S 0LD...

would loved to have bought this old

T-bird, added digital

dash, sub-woofer, candyflake

D0N'T D1SCVSS P0L1T1CS W1TH DVD3S...

don't discuss politics with dudes

displaying classic cars, not

unless you got two right hands

TH3 B1Z4RR3 C0NT0VR1NG 0F...

the bizarre contouring of

old school quarter-panels; now

it's all robot jellybeans

S1TT1N' 0N S0M3TH1NG FL4T, W1TH...

sittin' on something flat, with

inspection sticker long dead;

candyflake dreams just idling

DR34MS 0F BL4ST1NG B3 TH4NKFVL...

dreams of blasting "Be Thankful

For What You've Got" out of old

school car I'll never afford

TH3 SM3LL 0F R4C1NG FV3L 4S...

the smell of racing fuel as

strong as the smell of fresh cut

grass or mimosa blossoms

SONG OF THE DAY: Cutlass

Mumble rap era L.A. gangsta music is a wild ass sub-genre. I mean the hustle remains the same, just instead of solely pushing burned CDs in strip malls, you're pushing your soundcloud through a twitter account. I never understand how high-and-mighty people of self-respectability condemn the new methods of artistic self-hype struggling and striving artists use, because it's the same basic desire as it ever was… you just have to constantly as an artists circumnavigate the gates put up to keep you out without proper vetting, because the industries in place always want the focus to be limited to what they've curated, so they get their mafioso skim off the top. Anyways, I can honestly say I will likely never not love a song that's about basic struggling and striving underclass (meaning most of us) lifestyle that has a hook about a prominent sorta came up hooptie like Cutlass, Regal, Caprice, Civics, and such. Nobody does a song about Chevettes or Tempos or Tercels, because those are the rides you have that get you back and forth but hard to take pride in. (No diss to any hard-working cousin out there riding a beat-up Taurus to their kitchen job, although I know you not reading this, probably looking at Nipsey Hussle memes at the stoplight, but even if you ain't reading this it's gone out into the universe and I ain't dissing you. In fact, internet website readership base probably a higher more respectable class that would judge that. WHO THE FUCK AM I WRITING FOR ANY MORE?) But a Cutlass, Regal, Caprice, Civic, and such, you can put some wheels or wheel covers on, have your cousin fuck up tinting the windows, put a sub in the trunk, and put a little pride in a relatively cheap car by high and mighty American economics standards. In fact it's a common racist joke I heard growing up in southside Virginia, that people would have $1500 worth of rims and stereo on a $500 car. WELL FUCK IT IN MY OPINION, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. Take pride in your doublewide. Anyways, to make a long blurb short, I bumped the fuck out of this 03 Greedo tape a couple months back as part of my southern born east coast hip hop whiteboy exploration of more recent L.A. gangsta offerings, and this "Cutlass" song was my favorite. 03 Greedo's weird ass name and weird ass angel dust muppet delivery style sort of fucks with you too, because when you see a picture of dude, he's looks nothing like what you'd expect this voice to be wrapped up inside of. Sort of like a Cutlass, to be honest.

SONG OF THE DAY: Sound of Da Police

Seen a couple pretend new school muscle cars like Mustang or Charger, but specificially Mustang triggered this blurb thought stream – loud exhaust shiny newish Mustang driven by jarhead 1 on the sides 3 on the top white male, generally pro-cop as fuck. Maybe I was raised in a strange cultural vacuum of rural despair, but back in the day muscle car culture was delinquent and derivative of bootlegging culture, and thus had zero respect for cops. I mean they listened to the scanner to try and see if the cops was coming round to hassle people. This got me to thinking about how Nascar was a propaganda effect on culture, slowly taking a thing literally born from anti-cop anti-government bootleggers, assimilating it into corporate culture, covering it with sponsorship decals, taking away all the bumping and grinding and unsavory characters, to where a fuckin’ weasel-voiced shithead like Jeff Gordon is considered an all-time classic. What the fuck? This also got me to thinking about how a drunken drag racing buddy of my uncle back in the day became a cop, and that meant he talks funny like cops do, but he also saved me from a felony one time, which likely would’ve changed the entire trajectory of my life, so there’s a certain white trash privilege built into that, which poor whites utilize through that cousin or friend of uncle who becomes a shitty cop, which means we don’t talk about shit around them but still lean on for a favor if shit ever gets ugly. That’s exactly what my cop-hating dad did when I was looking at a potential felony back in the day. But I don’t think that makes me special or better. Shit, if the law was applied equally, I would’ve gone to jail, and my whole life would’ve been fucked up in a different way, which is EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS TO A LOT OF FUCKIN’ PEOPLE, specifically minorities who ain’t got no cousin or uncle’s friend who became a cop for whatever fuckin’ reason. Which is why I say, as a white person from an economically-strained background, you should never be pro-police, even tacitly, much less riding around with a goddamned giant ass blue lives matter flag flying on the back of your fuckin’ ridiculous pick-up truck. Stop being class traitors, stop licking police state boots, and never ever ever believe that cooperating is to your benefit. They are liars. Shit, even when I was able to beat a felony, they lied to me to try and get me to implicate others, in order to “help” me. Fuck that. Don’t believe them. Lives aren’t born blue, they’re trained to be blue lives, utilizing deceit and enforcement of obedience and all sorts of other ugly shit, ultimately to generate revenue for the state and suppress elements deemed unworthy of helping. ACAB 1314

S0LD 4N 0LD SVNR00F C1V1C...

sold an old sunroof Civic

for half a grand cash money,

then made minimum payment

1C3 CRYST4L WH33LS S1T 1DL3...

ice crystal wheels sit idle

upon small southern city

side street, waiting for spring shine