When I get my legs back under me…

—ish is going to go down!
However my first task, is to keep my ass
up off of the cold, hard ground.

So I thank God for ‘my boy.’ He’s always got my back.
I became a little weak at the thought of a mashadi hack.

Once off the court, I was pissed; from heaven-to-hell in rank,
for them catching me on film, passed out — and I ain’t drank.

What the L-you mean? That knife was 3 feet long,
so When I get my legs back under me… I’m going strong,

towards the house, to change my clothes. These fools done’ got me dirty.
I was on my way back out to the court, but my boy said he was thirsty,

from carrying me home – I guess. But no worry’s — none at all.
When I get my legs back under me, I’m hitting the court to play some ball.

You don’t think that mashadi guy will be there – do you? I ain’t trying to get cut.
I’m Qui
A griot fiction-story telling she – making fun of the dude falling on his butt.