Crab

Go out on the streets.

of philadelphia and i love philadelphia it always be my home but do you think you're you i when i lived in south philly before i moved to florida i heard gunshots every night on east pass young avenue i saw things being stolen right in front of my house people breaking into cars drug addicts looking for ways to get into your house stealing my scooter you know that kind of stuff that still happens that doesn't mean crime is rampant but look at all the time look people are stealing Crab legs.

Crab legs.

They know what's in the trucks.

They go down to the trucks.

If you've ever seen crabs in a bucket or, you know, they're crab traps, when one tries to climb out, the others pull it back down.

Every single time.

Crabs do not want to leave the bucket.

And they do not want you to either.

Some of the crabs in your life are people.

Or a coach who told you you weren't going to make it.

or a teacher who told you you were dumb or not smart enough or would never amount to anything.

Crabs live in buckets.

She's soaring like the eagle she should be.

So there's Lucy Clawless, Howie the Crab.

I think I follow like three now.

Also had baby Gordon Ramsay last week.

Supposing this well dried up like the marsh, how should we get out again? Think twice before you act.

The Crab and the Fox A crab once left the seashore and went and settled in a meadow some way inland, which looked very nice and green and seemed likely to be a good place to feed in.

But a hungry fox came along and spied the crab and caught him.

Just as he was going to be eaten up, the crab said, This is just what I deserve, for I had no business to leave my natural home by the sea and settle here as though I belonged to the land.