Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
It’s for real though, let’s connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
I get the line from Rae’s “Incarcerated Scarfaces” - It’s one of my favorite joints on Cuban Linx. But as it applies to me?
I dunno….It’s kinda like, every time I ever got lifted in a staircase with a homie, we was in that mufucka cause we couldn’t do it elsewhere for whatever reason. We were doing something frowned upon.
We had to hide to get high.
My blog? It’s shows the part of me that’s hidden from most of the world and what you see on my blog is what gives me pleasure, gives me a metaphorical high.
So, in essence, if you follow me, you’re the homie that’s getting lifted in the staircase with me. You too are partaking in this hidden part of me cause my pleasures might get you high too.
…..Does that make sense? lol