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Relevant. Well, the lyrics don’t apply. Neither does the actual content. Basically the only part that applies is that I miss my homie.
PS: I also miss Master P’s grunt. It provided many lulz. Master P grunt; RIP.
I’m talking back since when I was a kid. Like now, I like obscure foot wear. My boots can’t be Redwing. Too common. Had to get Thorogood. My running sneaks are footscapes. I have deerskin mocs and kudu skin penny loafers. I does that.
But son…when I was a kid…..I was on that next level. My mom took me school shopping. In order to preserve the comedic nature of this post I will refrain from mentioning the circumstances that moved this movement. So….anyway….homeboy (me) had his pick of the litter, so to speak. I could pick from any sneaker in the entire mall son.
But son………….Son. Why I picked some soccer cleats? Hhahahahahh.
Son, the colorway was so dope though. It was like 80% black with the highlights in lime green. Son, like the altitude Jordans. Except….they were soccer cleats.
What was i thinking son? So my mon, being riddled with guilt (for her own reasons) and me, knowing I had the call….I chose some friggin soccer cleats. SMH.
Funny thing, I wore them joints in 2nd grade like I was the illest g on the planet with my mitre soccer cleats that had zero grip on the elementary school floor…I’m just sliding everywhere using like 90% of my body to keep myself stable. Hhahhaahahah. Ah man, kid, I been a weirdo since I could remember. I don’t do this (being myself) cuz I think it’s cool. I do this because it’s legit my nature. It’s the only way I know how to be. Ever since I was a kid.
And despite how retarded it might look to some people….I’ve always been happy with being that weirdo. Real talk, it’s so much fun being different.
