Protect Ya Neck

For the most part, I do not understand the motivations of others, and I cannot divine their intentions.

Given this lack of transparency, I find it useful to live by default on the defensive, as advised by the timeless words of the Wu: "Protect ya neck."

But no one can keep this up permanently. Occasionally, you (the rhetorical "you," which implies "I") must drop your ("my") guard. Sometimes, you don't even have a choice. The smell of a certain acquaintance fills you with euphoria? You are in deep fucking trouble. Cash no longer rules everything around you; rose-colored daydreams do. You believe now that it can indeed be so simple, then. Ya neck is wide open. And despite this, you yearn to be in this state of mind.

Watch ya ("ma") step, kid.