Attack of the Drunk Blogger

Best of times. Worst of times.
"Young niggahs on the block throwin' up gang signs."
If your the last one to leave, turn out the lights.
Like the pot calling the kettle white.

Nothing lost, nothing gained.
It ain't over till the fat lady sings.

Bedrooms destroyed. Bed sets enjoyed.
Even a blind hog gets an acorn whilst unemployed.

Red Pill. Blue Pill.
Blue Pill. Red Pill.

If you can't stand the kitchen, get a real job.
We're going backwards and forwards,backwards and forwards

and ain't getting no eggs, nohow.