Who says being a gypsy means being a bum?

There is a fine line between being a gypsy and a thief.. Yes, I will take clothes from a school yard no problem. You already know this.. But stealing HD vision sunnys from a 7/11 is out of the question.. What I steal is what I need, clothes, food, and beer. Some call me jazzy, others call me classy, but it is what it is. I can go out in ripped up levis, a t-shirt with beer and hot pocket stains on it, and a pair of up ripped up vans... I will always be a scum bag till the day I die, it was how I was born, and it will be how I go out.. Naked with long greasy hair and a 40 oz of King Cobra in my clutches, yes, that is how I came out too.. Just ask mamma rat herself. But other times, if you are lucky enough to catch this rat not in the sewers, you may see me sporting a nice pin stripe vest along with with a nice jacket, black jeans (cuz dress pants are for marks), and maybe, just maybe a nicER pair of vans on me feet. Har mar superstar cannot have it wrong.. Black pants, suit, sexy boots, that is how you go to a power lunch.. Trust me. But this is just the life of the classy gypsy, trying to find the line between scumbag and gentlemen, but fuck that line... cuz I'm just tryin to do ratz mobb stuff with my friends.

- The Classy Gypsy aka Kromer McDomer FoShomer