[Intro: Dave Chappelle, Sung]
I was dreaming When I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this morning
Could’ve sworn it was Judgment Day
Sky was all purple
There were people running everywhere

And this is the bar of the whole song. Prince say…

Trying to run from my destruction
You know I didn’t even care

Good people of Atlanta, we must never forget… that Anthony Bourdain… (Yeah!) …killed himself
Anthony Bourdain had the greatest job that show business ever produced. This n***a flew around the world…
And ate delicious meals with outstanding people
That man, with that job, hung himself in a luxury suite in France

They say 2000-zero-zero
Party over, oops, out of time
So, tonight I’m gonna party
Like it’s 1999

I knew a n***a in high school that was an urban genius
This motherfucker’s grades was so good, he got all the way from the hood to an Ivy League school with a full scholarship
From there, the motherfucker got himself into one of the best law schools in the country
And when he was in law school, he met a woman and they fell in love
And they were gonna get married
I remember him telling me about it
He was home for Christmas, and I told him, I said, “My man, my man… save that bitch for late in your life.”

But he’s in love
He didn’t listen to me
He married her while he was in law school, and sadly, they got divorced, while he was in law school
He was a street n***a from the hood
This man had nothing… and that bitch took half of that

And then, I just never saw him again for years, and then, two years ago, I was home in DC doing some shoppin’, tryin’ to buy my sons some socks at Foot Locker, I go to Foot Locker, Guess who’s the manager?
That n***a.

Dressed like a referee, the whole shit
This motherfucker is 45 years old!
We went out drinking that night just tryin’ to catch up, and…
And he told me. He said he’s been living with his mother for, like, ten years, just trying to get back on his feet

But that’s not the point of the story. The point of the story is…
Never occurred to this n***a to kill himself
He’s alive and well in D.C.
I even suggested to him that he should try it out
Like, “I don’t know, maybe…”

Nobody’s life is perfect, No matter what it looks like from the outside, you don’t know what the fuck’s going on inside
I have a great life, but it’s not a perfect life, but it’s good. It’s… My shit’s like an above ground pool
You ever seen one of them? I---t’s a pool.