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What's up world? My name is...well, that's not really important right now. What is important is that you are here reading what I have to say. I hope everything's well with you. This is the the skinny, the lowdown, the haps on me, as best as I can describe right now.

I exist somewhere between good and evil, right and wrong.
Somewhere between suburb and street, weak and strong.
Im out cheah(shoutout to the bottom), somewhere between Alabama and Massachusetts,
North St. Louis and Glenaddie, Ladue and Roxbury.
Literally somewhere between wicked smaht, and not too bright.

But this is the tale of me....

I was born in the fall that Sister Sledge provided the backdrop for Pops and the Family's stovetop capped ascendance to diamond supremacy, the likes of which they'll very likely never see again.

Born at the middle, of the middle, and in the middle, with strong ties to the bottom, to which I retuned one less than a score later to find my soul buried in the clay on a normal hill.

You still with me? Say something if you're not...

Given another man's tag, and some say his visage, although that's not my own; I share it with one before and one after.

Them folk took me up in that holy thang and I learned its ways, sat through its days, and many a night; they trying to teach me right, and I'm trying to do right, though I never got it right, and maybe never will, but even still, the victory is in the effort, right? Hell at least I hope it is...

Acquired a crew, together we grew, had fun and had spats, but always got back, and now they all grown ass men...notice I say they, cause I'm still on my way...

Threw that white ball, ran through them halls, and banged that orange rock, hung on many a block, doing stuff that I knew I shouldn't have;

"But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name..."

Publicly spoke, privately smoked, cracked a few jokes, and threw a few hands.

So now at a quarter, I'm filling a quota, and treading through water, from the banks of the Chuck...

But yous only a token if you stay out here joking when they know that the laugh's on you, Bojangles...

Now I'm used to it, and I had better be, cause predictably, I'll be the only one like me, until I pull a Jimmy Cafe and say "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do MY thang..."

(And by the way, if Grutter didn't come out your way, don't get mad at US for trying to have us an Atticus...you'll be aight, lil homes...)

But back to my tale, I'll stay on this trail till I find something better, or maybe till He says "mijo, abogadito, luchiste bueno"...and then, I'll be at paz.

So there you have it. A life in the half hour of Callius Medius. I didn't mean to make it rhyme, but if it did, so be that. I hope you followed. If not, pose queries. One day it'll all make sense.

I'll be back periodically. Until then, vybrate higher.