An old clique an adage, and what somebody else said

From the book Tales in the hood

If I just had a nickel over bus fare, I would ride til the wheels fell off, or til the cops shoot out the tires and sparks were flying from the rims.

If I had three blind mice that ran up the clock and the clock struck one, and a stitch in time saved nine, I’d still be an hour late and a dollar short.

If I had to run away from a fight just to fight another day, I’d only end-up fighting myself, because a part of me would have never ran away from a fight in the first place.

If I had to cut-off my nose in spite of my face, I could still taste the rubber from the tires that ran over the chicken that tried to cross the road.

If I had one arm that was shorter than the other and used a piece of my leg to make both my arms even, I’d still be short by one leg.

If I had to walk a mile in somebody else shoes, I would probably still somehow find a way of falling thru the cracks in the sidewalk.

If I had a woman and her name was Brandy and she was fine as wine, I would pop her top and chug her down like a 40oz. bottle of beer.