Your Walking, Talking White Boy Nightmare

And that would be me, honey.  I'm been so diggin' Macklemore and 'twenty dollars in my pocket' as a smart man told me a long time ago, you never really get more money, you just get better tastes.  While you're thinking that through, I'll be heading to the thrift store because ... I've got twenty dollars in my pocket.

Yesterday got all kinds of hip hop and the trouble with that is white guys acting like black guys and who is acting like what and which part of it is real.

The answer is it doesn't matter because it's a cool beat and it ain't blues.  Even with that lame drum machine, the beat was banging it up pretty good and I didn't even do a bass line.  This definitely requires more experimentation.

Visualize, if you will, Cruise Ship Man, this time with black socks with those sandals, set up on the porch of the Fort Worth Rockhouse.

Cruise Ship Man calls out across the street, "Muddafugga, if you gonna war with me you have got to dance."

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Got twenty dollars in my pocket


There you go.  Sixty-four year old white guy in a rap battle.  Sweet dreams, honey.

Damn, that's a cold-ass honkie.

Yes, the end of "8 Mile" does make me cry.  Why do you ask?  (laughs)