Flyin’ at the speed of truth
through tunnels of lies
framin’ them with gold leaf
don’t make ‘em right.
Steppin’ out in a gold lame tight skin reflecting suit with gold hat and gold socks and gold sneaks with a gold watch and gold emblazoned teeth don’t make you Elvis or Little Richard or a red carpet darling you just steppin’ out trying to be someone or something you ain’t.
Strut all you want
Throw confetti in the air
Wave your hands like you don’t care
Whip those hips
Stroke your crotch
Shuffle those legs
Slide those feet
You can’t hide the truth
You can’t fool no one
You can’t hide behind the sweet mask
Steppin’ out ain’t goin’ to do shit for you
We know. Trust me we know who you
Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.
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