This week has been an excellent pressure cooker at work and after another double digit work day I was in a pisser of a mood. Then I went and grabbed a beer with a guy who has had a brutal year. He is weathering his situation better than I am dealing with my good job and relatively perfect family. To paraphrase the words of the prophet Ice Cube I need to check myself before I wreck myself.
I’m sorry I just made myself laugh and I was trying to be serious about taking my life for granted but then my twisted brain has to flash to one of the first rap lyrics to shock me into laughter with its not so subtle telling of the truth. I will try again later to go back in to my own personal attitude adjustment but for now let me leave you with the following mental musical interlude. This happens to be the part of the song that when I first heard it (on cassette tape by the way) made me rewind the tape more than once to make sure I heard what I thought they said correctly.
[Verse Two: Ice Cube]
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade
That’s kinda trifle, caise that’s a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I’m nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You’re gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check
[Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube]
[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health