My Neighborhood is Changing
As if the bids in the tree next to my window don't do enough chirping at 5:45 a.m. EVERY morning, waking me up out of that GOOD sleep.
Clearly the people living behind me are super hood. This has to be a sick dream, so I'm closing my blinds super tight, pulling the covers back over my head and putting my pillows on my head. When I wake up to the real world, Lil Boosie will be gone.