That’s That Nobody by Marcus McKeever
That’s That Nobody Now son, I want you to look here, right here, right into my eyes. You see that? You know what that is? Yellow. That’s that someone right there, you know? It might even be that nobody, you get? Nah, you’re too stupid to understand. Look here, I was that nobody that you hear about. Y’know son, I was that man always on that juice, you feel? Cheap stuff. Alright stuff. Need a 6 pack to live stuff. Ain’t talkin’ that swole body neither, you know? I got that old body. The fat body, the settling for anybody type body. Yeah, sitting in it. Rolling in it, that nobody. You know, the others that sat ‘round here, you know what now? Up and vanished. They crept on out and became someone, left me to be nobody. That momma you got, that’s nobody. That father you got, son, that’s nobody. Always just shooting to get to someone, but never somebody. That’s what I want, never will get it, but that’s it right there. Somebody who leaves out. Somebody who’s going out, doing it up, doing it up large. Sitting in it, rolling in it, somebody. Somebody who somebody cares about. Somebody who someone looks up to. Somebody that, that nobody envies. That’s the body I want, but I’m just stuck. Me and my only two friends, Jaundéce and Colt, and we all wearin’ Blue Ribbons. No, that’s not a blue ribbon you want, son. That’s that nobody blue ribbon. That’s all it will ever be,...