OG

“Are you gonna grant me three wishes?” He asks and hope flickers across his face.

Most people misunderstand. They think I come to them on a flying carpet and wear MC Hammer pants when, in fact, I have been with them all their life. I’m an OG. I arrive when the cells start dividing, sometimes even when they are just a glimpse in their parents’ eyes. It’s because we don’t talk much. Often not until I’m about to leave and it’s too late. Like now.

“No,” I say, “I’m your spirit, not your genie. There’s a difference, you know?!?”

Pair this one with U Can’t Touch This by MC Hammer and talk to your spirit