So, I was sitting in a Wendy's yesterday having lunch, when suddenly I was approached by an old woman and an utterly surreal conversation ensued. It is has follows.
Old Lady: Excuse me. Do you rap?
Me: I'm sorry?
Old Lady: Do you rap? You know, like rap music?
Me: No ma'am. I'm more of a singer...
Old Lady: Oh. Well I'm the world's first 72 year old grandma and Christian rapper. Here's a copy of one of my raps. I'll sign it for you one day when I'm famous.
She then handed me a peace of paper that read as follows.(spelling and capitalization included)
THIS IS A "WRAP"
It ain't gone be Obama
It ain't gone be yo Mama
It's gonna be Jesus
Who tells you who to be
He's the one who made ya
Who planned you DNA ja
So this is what I wager
He's the one to see
Ask Him what He's doin'
Ask Him what is brewin'
Ask Him for Yo life plan
'Cause it'll fit you fine
Nothin' else will make it
No matter how you break it
No matter how you shake it
It sho won't turn out fine
Unless it's his plan fo you
Nobody'll really know YOU
They'll only see a copy
That someone else designed
You'll try to act like me, Man
Or some else you see, Man
But find out who YOU be, Man
Jesus'll Let you know
Then you'll turn out like cool, Man
An' won't look like no fool, Man
You'll find the way for YOU, Man
Everywhere you go
You won't be no carbon copy
Not just a hippy hoppy
Jumpin' to another's
Rhythm or their beat
So know that He has made you
N' trust Him with his knife
Let Him cut away
Unneeded slices of yo life
He will shape you up good
And you will be De Man
And He will live inside you
When you jumpin in His plan!
Amen?
So... yeah.
Anyone else have any utterly surreal conversation like that?
Old Lady: Excuse me. Do you rap?
Me: I'm sorry?
Old Lady: Do you rap? You know, like rap music?
Me: No ma'am. I'm more of a singer...
Old Lady: Oh. Well I'm the world's first 72 year old grandma and Christian rapper. Here's a copy of one of my raps. I'll sign it for you one day when I'm famous.
She then handed me a peace of paper that read as follows.(spelling and capitalization included)
THIS IS A "WRAP"
It ain't gone be Obama
It ain't gone be yo Mama
It's gonna be Jesus
Who tells you who to be
He's the one who made ya
Who planned you DNA ja
So this is what I wager
He's the one to see
Ask Him what He's doin'
Ask Him what is brewin'
Ask Him for Yo life plan
'Cause it'll fit you fine
Nothin' else will make it
No matter how you break it
No matter how you shake it
It sho won't turn out fine
Unless it's his plan fo you
Nobody'll really know YOU
They'll only see a copy
That someone else designed
You'll try to act like me, Man
Or some else you see, Man
But find out who YOU be, Man
Jesus'll Let you know
Then you'll turn out like cool, Man
An' won't look like no fool, Man
You'll find the way for YOU, Man
Everywhere you go
You won't be no carbon copy
Not just a hippy hoppy
Jumpin' to another's
Rhythm or their beat
So know that He has made you
N' trust Him with his knife
Let Him cut away
Unneeded slices of yo life
He will shape you up good
And you will be De Man
And He will live inside you
When you jumpin in His plan!
Amen?
So... yeah.
Anyone else have any utterly surreal conversation like that?
