The Break Up (Iverson finally set to retire)

"I don't know bruh, maybe I should become a rapper now? I got at least 2 chains!"

Albert Einstein once said, “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” Lao Tzu, the ancient Chinese philosopher, sounded like one of the O.G.’s when he said, “Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” In other words playa, the streets will tell you when the game has passed you by playboy.

According to reports, 38 year old Allen Iverson is set to retire in the coming days. He’s finally come to terms with the fact that his sneakers are for fashion only these days. Ole boy has been holding on to the hope that he could lace them boyz up again in the NBA but like I always say, “Ain’t but one cat undefeated and that’s Father Time pimpin’!”

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Does this dun really have to say that he’s going to retire? He hasn’t played in the NBA since 2010 bruh. He hasn’t played professionally since 2011 in Turkey. Normally when you aren’t playing and nobody picks you up, you’re already retired homeboy!

It’s like you breaking up with your girl three years ago and she’s just now calling you up to tell you that she’s no longer dating you and is about to move on. What? Look here playa, when the Denver Nuggets shipped you to Detroit in ’08 and then you showed up in Memphis a few months later only to find yourself in Philly a few months after that, it was pretty much over then bruh. The fat lady was climbing through your window singing "I'm Every Woman" and you weren't paying attention.

If the stint in Turkey wasn’t some old school smelling salt for you, I don’t know what else the NBA could have done to tell you that you guys were no longer a couple. Back in February they pulled an old playa move on him by offering him an opportunity to play in the Developmental League.

You know how a boy does when he really don’t wanna mess with the chick anymore but he doesn’t want her to be mad at him. So he tells her, let’s take it slow and see how it goes but he has no intentions on getting back with her. He’ll just come through every now and then ‘til she gets interested in some other cat because you never know when the streets will get dry. Straight playa move right there homie!

Here's the answer for you "Answer" and for all of those ladies out here hounding boyz. If a boy is sitting next to the phone waiting to pick it up on the first ring like "ole Marcus darling" then you got him wide open. If he keeps letting that joint go to voicemail he's looking for a fresh set of legs!

Martin Luther King Jr. tried to holler at him but it went straight over his head when he spit this, “Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.” So Big Momma finally came down the hall in her raggedy house coat and those torn up slippers that she’s been rockin' since the bus boycott and said, “What the man is trying to tell you baby is that you ought to sit you butt down and let these young boyz play. You done had yo turn already!”

Big Momma was right playboy and he’s got nothing to be ashamed of either. They listed that dun at 6’0” but he was all of 5’10” if he was an inch tall and he didn’t weigh but 100 lbs. soaking wet with a brick in his pocket and he became one of the best pound-for-pound scorers in NBA history. He averaged 26.7 ppg and 6.2 assists during his 14 year career. This cat was a former No.1 pick in the draft coming out of Georgetown and was the 1997 Rookie of the Year. He was the 2001 NBA MVP, a three time All-NBA First Team selection and a four-time scoring champion. So don't get it twisted, I got jokes but he was a beast when he was in his prime. He played with more heart than 99% of duns in the league now.

So he’s got nothing to hang his head over except those played out corn rows that he just won’t give up. Me and the fellas are gonna make a midnight run and climb through both he and RGIII’s windows at the same time like the Fed’s hitting two dope boyz in the ghetto and cut their hair. I think once he gets that burden off of his head he’ll be able to think straight and move on. Y’all can stop me when I start lyin’ playboy!

Holla At Ya Boy!
Jay Graves
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