The late MLK said in the preamble to his deservedly famous speech:

If the man can’t find your tail, he can’t be throwin it in jail

At least that’s how I remember it.

fluids flow. Every plumber’s apprentice learns this litle ditty.

Hot on the left, cold on the right, shit runs downhill, and payday is friday.

Two honks, a stop, a turn around. Pull to a stop in the middle of the road. Two more honks. Three in the car, an early fake Mercedes. The driver is female, wearing fake Chanel glasses. The three are talking excitedly, so much that the car shakes. From over half a football field I can hear the thump of the after market sound. The worn sheet metal of the worn out fake buzzes with the beat of too much, much. The horn again. Chanel opens the window to toss out her munchy wrappers. Laugh and toss. Makin much fun, livin the fakin, off to the turkey bakin, these daughters of rap. Living the stereotype.