Tech bro clean shoes coiffed hair earbuds. Checks himself one two three four times— eyes playing ping pong with shiny gold elevator doors.
I was feeling inspired to make something with a little more wiggle room. A little more...PANACHE.
F Train Poet Overheard on the morning commute and written down verbatim. 2017 ***** You think that I'm a sucker. A lollipop or sumthin. Don't fuck with me. This motherfucker's already been appraised... in the jewelry store. That's where I be at. In the kitchen cookin' pieces for my baaaby. RDM RECORDS! Damn. I wish … Continue reading F Train Oracle