April 17, 2014

Oakland's Got Talent

Throughout the day and night, amateur rappers walk by my apartment, honing their craft. I hear only brief snatches as they pass by my window with no indication of what went before or came next. The most recent of these went like this:

Y'all need to stick together
like butter on a feather


Posted by Dr. Frank at April 17, 2014 03:28 PM