was at the sub spot in the boondocks , getting a chicken finger dinner (they make the best in the city) i hate going out there but fukk it, i really wanted their fingers, and some middle age cac that look like a 80s hair band reject was in their at the counter and i was standing behind him....rocking my fitted solid black jeans, thin black zip up hood, black under shirt tucked into my pants, and the hoody zipped up, alittle pass half and i had on my classic black and white flight 89s...bonus: black beard and black socks
I was flyer than a MFer man!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hopped out the whip pumping that evol
feeling good...the white chicks inside the shop was smiling at me of course, they aint use to seeing no brothas like me....or any probably in general
anyway dude turn around and see me....he see im up, skin clear, teeth with, beard on fleek, thin toned body...and he just paused and stared at me like

for a good 20 seconds

...I did it so cold, didnt even look at him just kept forward to embrace the cashier and she started flirting talking about I got a cool credit card which is really code for (i want the dikk) and if I didnt fear being hung or the fact she looked like roseann barr in the face she might've gotten it....i digress
it felt good to see that he know im up , felt like that was a mirco victory .... our ancestors could'nt even walk with their heads held high without getting lynched ... I did that for my great great granddaddy man...this is me while I'm broke...just wait to I get that bag...I'm stunting out there , mothafukkas gonna be confused like

"how did he ...but...but...but.....i thought....how?...." they dont know that I understand them more then I understand myself....like Don King said, I got a PHD....they dont understand, theirs layers to this, think im just some lucky nikka, not understanding what we have to do to earn that flyness