Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice, expensive car, I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighborhood.
I'm the ghetto Martha Stewart, the black Rachel Ray.
Hell, when I was growing up, I could make a meal out of a package of Top Ramen and a bottle of Windex.
We got to push to give, and one life to live.
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?
Everything I cook tastes better than yo' momma's nipples.