Mama Don't Mess with Me

“Who the homeys, Labron?  Point em out.”


“You see em at the Fireside Bar on Bigelow.  Pinto, Toon and some other dudes.”


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So I’m hangin at the Fireside maybe two three nights, dissin my boss, the man, my ex.  They all give me the stink eye cause I’m a stranger, but I expect that.  Finally this guy they call Toon or Cartoon cause of his jug ears says, “Why you always bitchin?  Can’t you say anythin nice?”

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