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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Blue Collar Poppin’

So because I’m impulsive like that, this past weekend I ended up copping an iPod Touch despite the fact is still haven’t used about half of the space on the iPod I bought from the Roadium [1] almost two years ago. In all honesty, I really don’t know what to do with the thing, but since I had already planned on getting one eventually I figured, “Fuck it! Let me spend my still-hasn’t-arrived tax refund on this bitch.” Two days later, the thing is still sitting in the box unopened because a) despite it’s age my old iPod still works pretty decently and b) since I’ll be moving from this shithole apartment in Inglewood to Downtown Los Angeles in two weeks I don’t really have the time to re-up some 80-plus playlists with about 2,700 songs into the thing.

But after buying the iPod I couldn’t help but wonder if people who end up getting extravagant baubles really get them for their own personal satisfaction or if they cop them to attract green eyes and big asses. I’ll not lie like I haven’t purchased anything– although it most likely supports turban-rocking terrorism – for the sole purpose of attracting the bidges, but when it got to the point I nearly started breaking the bank for these nappy-headed hoes, I changed that up.

You can’t really blame us for wanting to attract attention. Not only is it programmed into our genetics, but also it’s pretty much been the standard in rap ever since cats were wearing meatwatcher jeans in the 70s [||]. And thanks to a deteriorating public school system where the future are easily influenced by meaningless bleeps and bloops from minstrel rap, we’ve pretty much been trained and tricked into believing that materialistic baubles are a sufficient form of self-esteem. Had that been the case then, I probably wouldn’t be as half-depressed as I am now.

But who really cares what other people think about themselves anyways? That shit might have made sense when I was trying to dig out the Spirit Squad chicks in high school, but now that I’m closer to 30 than I am 20? I’d settle for a broad who can cook up a mean Shake ‘n Bake and red Kool-Aid right about now. Besides, that stunting shit is nothing more than overcompensations anyways: the equivalent of a guy driving a Murciélago because he pees on his nuts every night. By the way ladies, I’ve been driving the same 1996, scratched-up Toyota Camry with the “M” missing in the back for the past five years now. Get the message?

[1] B Clipse & Malcontent don’t leave me hanging on this one.

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