“Baby Breeze would be laughing right now, but he’s too busy running. So am I.
“Running down Amsterdam….153rd Street…..154th Street…
“Sooooooo mad at this m — — — — -a right now. We party-crash in Harlem — Baby Breeze talked his way in by naming a couple of names of folks — and of course he has to try to steal the host’s girl. Rapping to her right in front of the dude, not thinking about whether he’d be packing heat!!”
— From At the Dark End of Sesame Street: The Autobiography of Roosevelt Franklin by Todd Steven Burroughs