I can be the knife in your back The noose around your neck The bullet right through your skull But I'd rather be the force of my spoken word Let our voices form the weapons
So we saw a pair of Pigeons at Donutman yesterday. On a bro too, which was pretty damn amazing, but not as amazing as waiting for an hour for a fresh out of the fryer tiger tail. Going on a junk food run, we hit The Hat on the way back. Haven't been there in a while. But, man those Pigeons make me want to go back to the shoe game. This is the current hit list: