Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me starting ****, picture me busting my gat Picture police man, they ain't got a picture of that Picture me being broke, picture me smoking a stack Picture me coming up, picture me rich from rap Picture me blowing up, now picture me going back To my mama basement to live, ****, picture that Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back You wear a vest without a gat, you's a target, Jack Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back 50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here.
"Inside The Life of Saint Teresa of Ávila, we found him musing philosophically: ‘There is an intelligence to the universe (of which we are fractal) and that intelligence has a character and that character is benign. Intends well toward all things. How could it not?’”
They **** you up, your mum and dad, they may not mean to, but they do They fill you with the faults they had, And add some extra just for you They were ****ed up in there turn By fools in old school hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy stern, And half at one another's throats. Life heaps misery on man, It rises like a tidal shelf. Get out quickly as you can, And don't have any kids yourself. Philip Larkin
