March to your own beat.
Skip to your own drummer.
From Oak Park, Illinois to the Florida Keys and back again
On track and on pace on a certain tip during this no bummer summer…
Hipster this and hipster that
Save the chitter chatter and chit chat
Instead, be Chitty Chitty bang bang
Slangin’ dope, but hopin’ for change
Hangin’ with haters to gain perspective.
You could learn a lot from schemers and cheaters…and dreamers.
Yet the teeter totter blotter tells tales of self-improvement in the face of adversity. Your city’s a sucker, and karma’s a motherfucker.
So let’s hustle…
Trying to juggle it all
While trying not to ever drop the ball
Or hit any kind of wall
My tales are tall
And my fables? Well, my fables are for all.
Money may not grow on trees, but food does.
What’s the buzz?