Rocking a hardhat and a lime green safety vest, now check out these I-20 Chronicles, relocated due to ongoing construction…
Hardheaded!! my kind are seen on the news at six!! who’s responsible for these and those? it’s just a by-product of the ongoing corruption!!
What’s really going on? what’s up son? from Milwaukee to your city where the yellow crime scene tape and white chalk will be the madness never stops…
The Brotha O-Zone? I’m stalking / creeping up on peace!! rolling down I-20 in Atlanta in the hooptie through this rainy weather, dodging Hunger Games Peacekeepers in this #ATLtraffic , the madness never stops!!
In this danger zone? I did the knowledge / studied to show myself approved!! I didn’t forget it!! history can repeat itself, I’m not checking into the heartbreak hotel.
Michael Jackson’s or Whitney Houston’s version, whichever one is working!! damn!! or maybe like the Eagles..talking about checking into that California hotel.
Checked in, but can’t leave was the message!! dealing with legal eagles? the next capture / no next chapter.
Checked in with my old self, rolling down Broadway in Louisville in the Buick Regal!! now I’m chilling rolling down I-20 here in Atlanta in these hoopties listening to Anita Baker’s Rapture.
Go on with your bad self O-Zone was what the old school Baptist preacher told me so I “holla back atcha” letting you know what the truth will be!! chilling out over here in a new domain with these I-20 Chronicles..
Intergalactic though!! please!! Babylon is a danger zone, home of the empty promise!! who’s responsible for these and those?
Fanatics will oppose, they tell me it’s No Man’s Sky, then try to send me on wild goose chases down here on earth per Pokemon Go!
Mathematics are composed as I fly down I-20 in Atlanta, who’ll understand a brotha? so whatcha know?