At last, I've found a place to put my stash. Like the black bwoi in the Summer Olympics, I'm makin' a mad dash. ..Ovah to the section wit' da unhealthy books. ...I took a look. I was surely shook, looking over these verbs and nouns, these consonants, these clowns. ...not an intelligent book to be found. It's time I put mine down. In yo' neighborhood bookstore, it will be around. ...best come wit' 'dem dollahs. That browsin' is lowdown. U see I've got to pay some bills, aint scheduled to cop no dough off somebody's will. ...wrote some things down, don't necessarily feel. Included some nice words, gave it that mass appeal. ...jus' some more junk for my people to digest. ..another black eye, another hole to the chest. They'll read this crap with no substance or value. jus' like their favorite rap joint, they'll turn up the volume. There's no good excuse for writing this isht. I just want a hit. ...to be on that A-list. Jus' to get laid and paid fo' days. I'll do it all shortly. ...the Enron way. I'm mentally detached. It's not propers I lack. jus' the ability to wisely act ...and as a matter of fact, when all's said and done, nobody would've won. Education's out the door. I'm rich. My peeps, poor. But the money will soon fade, and so will my ability to get laid. If given another chance, with the devil, I would not dance. ~I know some could care less, but this aint no tribute to E. Lynn Harris. Please spend some positive lines to stimulate my mind. ..."Because a mind is a terrible thing to waste" (press rewind, I wish I had wrote that line). Out of time, gained no dimes, jus' expressin' my mind.