workin

i'm not used to havin a 9 to 5. i was so broke and useless in chicago for the last ten years, that now that i'm workin i don't know how to act. I feel like i'm one of the living finally. got a little money in my pocket, and the other day i bought 3 pair of sneekers in one store (and i ain't never did that shit, ever!)
that's how i know that God is good because a nigga need to have a job here in nyc or they is shit outta luck. it is very expensive here, and i can see how someone can go bankrupt, but if i wasn't blowin my doe on drinks every weekends, buyin lunch everyday, and tryin floss up in macy's, i might can still save for my pention.

i'm meeting a lotta of cool people at my job. tonight after class i'll be going to karoke in manhattan with some co-workers. it's our rescheduled christmas party since the first one was canceled because of the transit strike. luckily for me, i have some experience from my days back home, doin da wednesday night niggarokie. if i'm correct, in these bars karokee is kinda competative. i don't wanna have to hurt nobody with my lyrical serenade. I have found that prince always have good karokee material. raspberry beret will suffice.