Rap Decoded by the Overthinker
There were people who rapped and drove before me, but I deem myself the most successful person to do so. You know what I’m talking about. Or, maybe you don’t. But, I guarantee you’ll try after reading.
It’s a day, like any other day. You wake up, get pretty, confirm ‘Chelsea Lately’ successfully recorded; then, head to work. You perform 25 mph in your residential area, cut the right blinker and merge onto the freeway.
For some strange reason the quick change in velocity makes you feel rather, thugish. Dare I say, gangsta.
Time to turn that new Rick Ross up 20 decibels and rap ever single word like your life depends on it! Suddenly, you’re transformed into a high-speed scene of ‘Grand Theft Auto: Real Life Edition.’
You arrive at your 9-5 (five minutes early) and carefully park that Hyundai (complete with electric motor). Because you’re about your green. Un-buckle your safety belt, press keys once for locking doors, twice for anti-theft and start your day.
Cheers to the young, wild and responsible.