A Funky Holy Week —

The son of man arrives to represent his peeps

the son of man was chillin’ in the cut when he was told
it was time to step. roll into the city to fulfill the word in
a rusted deuce & a quarter. y’all know that ride. classic
& classy. & his was rusted & unwashed. but yo, the son of
man cared little for such worthless material items. he just
needed some wheels to go tell “da man” he was tired of…