A brotha is sweatin'. That's all I have to say right now. My fingers are slipping off the damn keys right now. From point A to point B, the kid is perspiring from orifices unforeseen. Woke up late as shit today, scrambled to put on some wack ass outfit--low and behold I'm dripping in sweat. I'm running to catch the train and my thighs sound like squeegees because of the gallons upon gallons of sweat I've accumulated. Thought the T was going to be air-conditioned--it wasn't. I'm just sitting there, breathing heavy, sweating PROFUSELY, and clearly destroying any semblance of a chance I have with the cutie that I ride with everyday.
I get into work and of course I'm sweating. People are asking what happened and I have to just shake my head because I'm too drained/defeated to speak. Shit's embarrassing when people can see you sweating hard through a black polo. When I finally work my way back to even, it's lunch time. I thought I'd dip into a place with AC, chill there, and make my ways back to the often following strictly shade filled paths. Things went the exact opposite. I somehow got myself involved in what I think was a protest and I got trapped inside of an angry mob for the better part of a half-hour. Not even kidding. At that point the day was a wash (at the brisk time of 12:19 pm) and I just had to make it through. I tried to go other places, but my feet lead me to McDonald's yet again. Against my will, my mouth decided to order an undisclosed amount of Dub Cheesys and back to the grind it was.
This is starting to drag and my fingers are struggling to make contact with the keys. It's like ice skating in this piece. Needless to say, no matter where you are and what you are doing, just know one thing...the kid Dub Jeezy is perspiring from his nose.
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