I fucking went to sleep on that em rhyme and it's still in my head.
It's really windy here and I've also was listening too the wind; waiting for it to stop so I could trust my directv.
Now that I'm awake I don't plan on going back too zzzzz... prolly couldn't if I tried...
so sup.

there is this basketball play; D, that has been cemented in my mind since I was in 6th grade. I hear this wind and I can't help but wager with myself that I bet I could run that play blindfolded; just off the skeets of shoes. I know it's fucked up; but I want the time too try... if anything coach should find it entertaining.

Swing Low Sweet Chariot
I’m about to put you in the ground, like Judas Iscariot
And free your soul from your body, Tubman, Harriet
Take an axe to the back and than I’ll bury it.
You can’t get yourself out of this one, no, Nyet
My best is yet to come and your next words will be on a tombstone, bet.

aye, bet.

this is where I am now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZgB7D5Xtbs