Second Chance Idol: Re-Introduction
My name is Jenny, but I don’t come from the block. It was more like a cul-de-sac , and I always kept my bike out back. As you can see, I’m about as hood as the top of my jacket. Yet, I want to be a rapper and cause all the racket. Like Lil’ Kim, I want to be the queen. I want to learn how to effectively do the shoulder lean. Then pull up a chair so I can rock wit’ it. Take me to Times Square so I can transmit what I spit and count down to the brand new year and shit.
Shit. I shouldn’t say it. See, I teach which means I waive my right to free speech else my career be crushed into smithereens. So call the police, I’m too obscene. Don’t care to be seen but I must be heard and that has spurred these absurdeous words. Word.
Shit. I shouldn’t say it. See, I teach which means I waive my right to free speech else my career be crushed into smithereens. So call the police, I’m too obscene. Don’t care to be seen but I must be heard and that has spurred these absurdeous words. Word.