Lucky for most of us we will not know our last day until we are in heaven looking back, laughing and wondering what we would have done different. And if you make it to hell, well, let’s just say you will have other burning issues to attend to.
We often hear people say…’I live my life like it’s my last day’ a pure bullshit statement if you ask me. But isn’t it good to ponder what one would do or not do…here is my list as of now.
Repent: quite obvious the most urgent action item of the day, I would also mention that I repent for sins I might commit later during the way.
No Work Obviously:
3N: hey Mr. Boss Man, you know what I just called to say I won’t be able to come in tomorrow (laughing out loud in the background)
Boss Man: Why 3N? Are you sick or mtoto is sick again for the zillionth time?
3N: No Mr. Boss man, I am calling in Dead!
Boss Man: What do you mean, stop playing around, I am busy.
3N: I know you never believe me but just read the obituaries next Tuesday, and tell me if I am a liar.
Boss Man: I am hanging up and writing you up, stop playing around.
3N: Peace out, Nigga!
Sleepless on Earth: Why would anyone even think of sleeping when you have a lifetime on the other side to do it?
Horizontal Connections: At least several hours of uninterrupted matters of the body. Make love as if you want to imprint yourself into each inch of her body. Of course you might have to you the ‘it’s my last wish on this earth, dear’ card for her to live work and so on.
Money Mayhem: I would withdraw all the money then go to a busy street and make it rain from one of the top floors. Before then I would have updated my life policy to the maximum payout for my loved one to jienjoy after me gone.
last but not least
Loved Ones: bid them goodbye and them give them a freak request…like when I die please stay awake holding hands for 248 minutes between Friday 12:00 am and Saturday 12:00 pm, just fuck with em for my heavenly pleasure.
Or ‘I want all of you to count in unison 1 to 10 backwards four times without repeating any number twice, in French.
And then request this song by the great poet Tupac Shakur.
Bury me smilin’
with G’s in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don’t get in
tell all my people i’m a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
I think that’s what I would do.
For now it’s Furahiday and there are several shotoz calling my name. good weekend everyone, don’t die…kidding.