New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, straws,

it's the Monday, the fuckin' gratitude of my spite.

Be mine, listen to May I elaborate,

daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

Let me share something with you that occurred to me the other day.

Most of life's experiences can be broken down into three categories,

the beginning, the middle, and the damn end.

Now we know the meat of any damn story takes place in the middle.

But when it's all said and done,

the only thing anyone ever remembers is how should start it

and how it fuckin' ended.

Somebody says, you heard about Andre?

I'm gonna fuck a guy into a fight.

And the first two things you wanna know is

how did that shit get started and how did it end?

Unless of course, you know Andre, in which case,

you already know the answer to both those questions.

Andre started running his mouth

and then he wrote a check that his ass couldn't catch.

That's a bad check.

That shit bounced miles.

You see, his ass got bounced.

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