Uh, officer…
I’m here to pick up my Uncle Vernon. His sugar is bad and he ain’t take his shots this morning like he supposed to. Normally Kekee keeps an eye on him, but she had to be at the clinic at 6:45–they don’t open till 7:30 but the #19 bus don’t get to Lennox and 117th regular so she figured she could be 45 minutes early or 30 minutes late. Well Uncle Vernon be up 7:00 to watch Tom & Jerry and…
Anyway, can we take him home now?
Seriously tho, DMX reminds me of Michael Jackson and Ricky Williams (football cat): Everybody knew dude had problems, but long as they could make money off ‘em they just pat dude on the head and told ‘em it’s okay… keep smokin’, keep burning money on ATVs, jewelry, Rotties and weed , keep hiring folks that ain’t got no purpose whatsoever, keep lookin’ for 8 year old white boys to play romper room with… it’s okay–the world just don’t understand you like we do. we got your back.
now look at ‘em.
shame. A dadgum shame is what it is...
