Teddy's birthday party was on Monday, but we celebrated it on Sunday night. The actual party was sort of fun. when I got to the party, it was like a regular party.... booze, girls, pong, songs.... you know the regular shit show. Im there before my boy Ted rolls up, so what? call him up, by the time he rolls up with all my homies, the party is pretty much cleared out. Its like every one had like this ghetto sense before the black people rolled up... but we were chilling as always. Party scene ends, head up to the room smoke alittle than decide to get into some really heavy shit...
Freestyle
I kick a beat, like im supposed to... Guy, a New Yorker who i barely talked to until that night, spits one of the sickest rhymes that i have ever heard. In fact now that im remembering, Guy stood right next to me at the Kid Cudi concert while i tried to grind up on some girl that was getting her hair all up in my face. My minds blown by the second verse. Then Devon gets on the flow, and by this time, my brain is all warmed up and creative. Just word after word, really really good shit. We rhymed till at least four in the morning, which is about the time i went to bed last night. Teddy told me that he had a great birthday. but yo dude, didn't we do these things every night when we was in high school? In fact we did. that was us, on any given Friday night. Freestyle Friday nights under dim lights with empty pockets.
