Gorilla Dunk Daily Part II (seasoned)

so take pause, name your day, life is a game you should play that way and that means shaking hands after game, drop the punk find your A game. Your A Team, the company you keep, can be mean, that's just prescriptions, insistings, i'm missing a greater point we will not fold forever 18 years old Be bold, cold dropped that drink back to hundred push ups and milk that's pink left for dead 21 then found my summer crush wasn't no bluff, like high school I scratched my out curtains of the past still knocked out, not a lift on the veil that protected my armor condoms don't protect against emotions, I'll be defending myself your honor or honah, didn't graduate with, joined a cult, smashed some shit, inspired youth a lil bit, took them lumps cuz the shit made me stronger eaten alive so later I'd devour, regaining my power, this gorilla with a cause is like the FEd hit on IR's hit PAUSE, club soda for me protect da whole family, don't explain shit to...

Mizz. I can’t say enough how immensely wonderful this time in Santa Monica is for you in these crazy times we have lived in basically ever since 9/11 before that 4 us 76 kids? Nothing but joy. My honest 2 goodness memories of that nasty little recession in 91-93 was WashUp shutting off the car phones in 3 of the four Lincoln Cadillac’s, lol, but I regress, my thing, LA!! This little winter vacation now year #2 of its genius, time now, for some corny yet effective YOGA. Get Russ Simmons with the Yoga, stretch it’s important, we’re basketball players so we laugh at stretching which like bad medicine we should probably take. My godfather Uncle Clayt believed in letters in fact he used to send me telegrams as a boy pretending to be Red Aurbach of the Boston Celtics. Mostly he reminded me of the gift of life, the brotherhood of men, the responsibility of good capitalism most important the importance of supporting, standing with and up for your black brother when racism reared ...