There once was a boy who refused to fail, and a hoodie that was made by the Gods,
How he got this hoodie-of-so-few is a tale, how many years did it take him? A lot.
Three years and a quarter to be quite exact, but let me not starve you with boredom,
You see me and my mind... once such mess, now became one; A consortium,
We checked ISS once, but once turned to whoredom,
I turned into a genuine, Sole Collector-bum,
I asked all around, ventured Niketown...
But no one could sell one or buy one or store one.
Had some luck with a dude up on ISS, told me Niketalk.com was a sure run,
Checked on every post and thread, Every sticky... call it floor-gum.
Nothing and nothing, it just ain't on the web! The black market became quite alluring...
...But homeboy on NT kept assuring,
"You wont find that hoodie anywhere BUT these forums."
But I'm fin to spit French, so I said fuck these forums,
My mind? He was set... but the forums just tore em,
These forums, these forums, just had nothing for em,
So then to the hood I looked with my fears,
No banger by nature, I opened my ears,
"Go see the one with the black-ink tears",
So I rolled to the market, color opposite veneers.
Rolex's, DVD's, chains, and Jordans... all much faker than Nicki's ass,
And then... Oh shit! The hoodie yo! Straight copped up TRICKY fast.
But not by me, no a different homie, big as fuck... Was it muscle or fat?
I ran up and offered twice as much! Big homie wasn't happy with that.
Left hook to the gut, oh shit I feel sick, ducked the right- threw a bow- landed, and SMACK!
Big dude took the hit, didn't teeter or tip, but damn did I bloody up that fitted hat.
That was it, cause legit, it was straight pussy shit, cause then guess who got homies back?
It was ink-tears with, "Bitch you got 3 ticks to dip!", and then came the clicks of the gats.
Believe me and my legs that your boy ran quick... That hoodie may be worth a gash...
But shot dead in the hood over Stussy/Goodfoot? Stop thinking! You're being shot at!
I made it home safe but mentally lost... One hoodie lured me to the streets?
And soon it was late but then came a thought... I'll check out that forum Hypebeast!
One dude was quite kind, referred me a name, and quickly I found the guy's handle,
Now this was MY time, I'm sick of this game, I'm changing this no-hoodie channel.
I hit up the dude, he had it! Just one! and my size too? Let me cop!
He said "Listen my dude, I've had it, it's through, I'm done and I'm closing up shop,
I wrote the listing too soon, forgot 'no trades for shoes', and then some dude wanted to cop,
he thought up a ruse, tried trading for shoes, and so he thought the deal was a lock.
I saw what I'd written, told him I fucked up, said 'Sorry need money, not taking low tops',
the kid bitched and I had to pay all of the fees, It was blasphemy... fam look it's off."
"I'll pay you your price PLUS whatever you lost, straight cash homey... Randy Moss."
The dude was reluctant but decided to trust, I even payed first so he'd know I'm no bust,
He sold me the hoodie for a few extra bucks, I would've payed double, this shit was a MUST,
So dude got his loot and faith in people back,
While I checked my tracking like the computer was crack,
And one day it came, there just weren't any words,
It was so fucking perfect, so amazing, absurd.
I wore it at the crib, I wore it in the city... shitty weather outside? Fuck it, no biggie,
Like it was my own rib, or Kimmy K's shaved kitty,
Shit fit me like Big L punchlines fit witty,
Or bullets fit Fifty,
Or wool-mittens with rips-in-em fit sift-through-thrift hippies,
No more looking at the picture, I had my own Stussy/Goods with me,
What was goody? that hoodie...
But one night my girl had a little party,
First things first, I drank up all of that Bacardi,
Than I kush-ripped, leaned-sipped, and got straight up tip-silly,
That's tipsy and silly, real fucked up in one,
I mixed too many pharmaceuticals, weed, designer drugs,
Not to mention I was shooting vodka bulls so I was drunk,
Suddenly I start to feel all comfortable as fuck,
I think I was hot and sweaty, couldn't tell cause I was numb,
Everybody got to shedding, Winter coats coming undone,
Do I rock the hoodie steady? Well my drink was spilling some,
Got some on the kicks already, Has the drink already won?
Nah these kicks are only Freddy's, shit... I clean SB's for fun,
Yeah my hoodie's Stussy/Goody but now it's hotter than the sun,
I took my shit off for a bit and damn I spilled the rum!
All-over where it would've been, good call to put it down!
Now I wake up alone in my own bed... Why aint this my girls crib?
She got a mansion, I went home instead? Somethings awry, amiss.
I peep the phone, mad calls and texts, and all of them to dis?
My girl found out I got some head, oh word? If she insists!
But wait oh no, there's something wrong, Sorry for what I did,
Can you look for my tie dye hoodie? It's there in your basement.
You can't find it? It's lost in your house? Your crib's that fucking big!?
Goodbye let's never talk again? I'm just a piece of shit?
Now wait a minute, let's just talk, your brother could have it!
Or maybe your moms put it into the wash, could she have laundry bagged it?
No one's seen it anywhere, this conversation is finished?
Thats my Stussy/Goodfoot tie dye hoodie! Please, please don't do this!
...
Click.
Three years and a quarter of restless sleep now... my soul still ripped to shreds,
Same length as the first time I waited around... Help this boy find this hoodie again.
It's the Stussy x Goodfoot collabo hoodie from '06, the tie dye one. HELP ME FIND IT!
