Thursday, February 1, 2007
Big up 2 Biggie
Yo homes, sittin' in this here cell with a dead Sylar has got me thinkin 'bout death, G. Death be a funny thing. I don't even wanna TRY to count all the many soldiers who done fall in the path of a .45. Too many, yo, too many. So, I be giving this Sylar post in honor to the leader of all the fallen, Biggie Smalls.
Yo Biggie, sometimes your words just hypnotize ME, yo. True, 2pac WAS hotter than you, but what the fat man lacked in looks, he made up for in heart. And heart was something he was full of, yo. His words touched me. It was Biggie's words who convinced me to be a soldier! A soldier in the trade of doctoring, yo. I'm like a medic to the fallen G's.
So why is it all us brothers kill each other? Crips and bloods. Sylars and Heroes. Drive-bys and brain eating. What is this world comin' to, yo? Why must we let so much blood spill in the streetz? This is not how it should be! Us brothers need to stick together, not spill each others' blood! It's because of that that our man Biggie hit the asphalt!
But I guess I can see why some of these G's do what they do. I mean, brains DO taste pretty good. In fact, I think me and the wifey'll be having some monkey brains for dinner tonight. Dizzamn is that stuff tastey!
But before any of ya'll go back having your meals, making love to your men...or women, pay some respect to the fallen. Pour a 40 ouncer on the curb for Biggie. And maybe a wine cooler for Sylar, cause, that is like his favorite drink, yo. RIP.
Big up 2 Biggie,