3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days in the Life
of. . .
Oh the fun we had with this one back in college.
The shit made me want to wear loose, African-print pants and
walk barefoot through the snow. Could the South possibly be
this much fun? No way. Okay, in retrospect, this album is pretty
embarrassing, littered with lines like "disrespecting
my black queen, holding their crotches and being obscene"
and some seriously light tunes like the hit "Mr. Wendal."
Goody-goody, God fearing people in headwraps just ain't that
cool. At the time all the white college kids listened to
it so we could dance without guilt and threat, but it stands
the test of time about as well as puffy, white hi-tops. Just
plain soft. |
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