After a few minutes I realized these are no ordinary shades; apparently, I'm too much of a notorious gangsta that not even my good boy looks can hide it. Check out the frame!
I admit it! I'm a hood villain! And since it's useless to hide it any longer, I will share some street poetry I wrote to celebrate the occasion - Yo! Gimmie a beat, bro'! This is fo' my homeboy Columbus - the original sea-rollin' playa!
I'm like a bad ass "capitan", son,
When I sail the ship way down
Past the Ecuator -
And I'm gone!
- Like a ninja navigator!
Smash the waves as I ride,
Bust a rhyme with the tide!
"Marineros" can't be me -
GPS is my guide!
- Maritime gangsta, I'm the thug of the sea!
I go east, west, south side and north!
Them bitches go crazy when I roll into port.
Reco'nize - playa's got what you need!
All clear! Full ahead! And light that seaweed! Yo!