New day, new, you wake your way. Only straw straws in the mud, they do fuckin' gratitude.

Be mine. Listen to me, I elaborate. Daily wisdom from me. J.B. Smooth.

Wanna talk about something?

Grope spurs are motherfuckin' day?

Now, I'm not just talkin' about height.

I'm not talkin' about a goofy ass kid who was five foot six, then went to sleep one night,

and that's my fuckin' woke up six-ten. Start a fuckin' basketball team.

I'm talkin' about real fuckin' growth.

Yeah. You want the type of growth spurt that when people look at you, they're like,

who the fuck are you? Where's my friend? Where's my son? Where's my husband?

Where's my uncle, my auntie?

Grope is more than just fuckin' height.

You changed everything about you. That's your fuckin' growth. That's your fuckin' spurt.

Phew. Shit, man.

People can't even identify your ass no more. They don't know what a fuck you are,

but growth has overgrown everything about you.

Wanna talk about my ass? You grow so much, man.

You become a big little brother. You don't outgrow your fuckin' big brother.

That's crazy. That's hurtful. That's fuckin' hurtful.

That's frightful to the big brother.

I gotta say, listen to what you were saying, and I just think that's a nightmare to wake up,

and then everyone goes, who are you? That's a Twilight Zone episode.

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