Where were you when the planes hit the tower?
Counting each minute, hour after hour.
Where were you when JFK's death bell tolled?
Taking in the sun and view from the grassy knoll.
Where were you when we invaded Vietnam?
Still protesting the dropping of the Atom Bomb.
Where were you when the market crashed?
Speakin' easy with a cig dangling ash.
Where where you when independence was won?
Flying a kite out of site with no powder in my gun.
Where were you when push came to shove?
Soaring like an eagle on the wings of a dove.
-G-whiz
About Me
Tha Lyrical G is Aaron Goldman's dirty, rhyming, cussing alter-ego... but this blog was created before he had a real reputation to uphold.
For the sake of keeping it real and being fully transparent... all posts are preserved including the controversially apparent.
Every now and then you know a new one will be added... when inspiration strikes and the surrounding walls ain't padded.
If you're offended by the content, I do apologize... but you shouldn't be so serious and let this stuff give you a rise.
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