In Philly, whenever we finish a Roots album, I give it the car test. So, even driving up and down Broad Street in Philadelphia, I once got stopped three times. And, you know, the first two times, they were just like—they looked, they were just like, "Oh, it’s you." They let me go. Third time, this guy, "Oh, man, it’s you!" And then I felt safe enough to sort of have casual banter with him. I was like, "This is the third time I’ve been stopped. Like, what’s going on here?" And he was like, "Well, you know, I mean, you’re kind of in Temple University’s neighborhood." And I was like, "Yeah? And?" He’s like, "Well, look at the car you’re in." I drive a Scion. And my logic for getting a Scion was like don’t get a flashy—like, I come from the '80s, so in the ’80s, when you saw someone in a BMW, in a Mercedes, they automatically got pulled over, because they were a drug dealer. So I thought, OK, I'll get a Scion—well, first of all, it was free; it was given to me. And it was boxy; it was afro-friendly, like it didn’t smoosh my afro down, and so it’s a comfortable car. I like it. He said, "You know, in this, you kind of look like you stole it from a college student." And I was like, "Oh, well, OK, I get it." So, in even choosing the car in my mind that would sort of not put me in that position, I actually wound up putting me in that position by driving that car, because he said, "If you were in a SUV, we would have just thought you were one of the Philadelphia Eagles or something." Like, oh, OK, that’s the car you belong in.
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