Shit, let me tell you.
We out on the bitches farm right?
We chillin! Yah know what I’m
sayin? And that bitch got killah herb,
let me tell yah! And all yo Black ass
can think is, “The fuck they been sellin me in the hood? Takin my mothah fuckin hard earned
money! Sellin me bullshit! Commercial doesn’t even come close! And the shit this bitch got? Y’all done did the bait and switch in the
Black community I live in ‘cause the shit I’m smokin with my girl…shiiit…you
bettah recognize!” And I tell yo Black
ass no lie! The fuck was I goin with
this shit? Okay, got that ass now! Bitch thought she was FUBAR. But I’m chillin with this shit. But the story? I’m sorry this is just a live and in color
literary example of what I’m tellin you this woman’s stank weed is all
about.
But anyway…we chillin with the shit. Gabbin our mothah fuckin brains out. Lookin at the clear dark beautiful open skies
with the speckles of light. Talkin shit,
sipppin ohn beer, smokin fat ass, stank
ass weed… a fat ass doobie , sittin round literally, a camp fire! Havin
fun! You hear me? Fun! Then all of the sudden, I see behind my
friend this fucked up shit.
Whoooosh! “The fuck bitch!” And my friend tells me to calm down. Fuck you!
And then again, behind her ass, Whooooosh! See my Black ass ain’t crazay! Before I could think, I had ran some hundred
yards to the house and had my hand on the knob lookin at Cathy. And in amazement I see the crazy bitch
laughin! Fuck wrong with you? Run bitch!
Run! The fuck! I’m inah place when a Black ass sees this
many trees they know they’re lost. I
done took a wrong turn somes place!
Shiiit! I’s be free! Got me intensified with my ancestors again,
mothah fuckah tryin to escape, goin
through pitch black woods, runnin for their freedom. And I ain’t one of them! And this is the now. And I’m tellin yah white ass tah, “Run you
crazy bitch! Cause once I’m in, secure! I’m not unlockin the door for your stupid
ass! Yah heard may!” The fuck she do? Kept on havin ah good ol time with my
bewildered ass. She just shook her head
in way like: girl, you’re just over reactin.
Whatevah! I’m gonnah tell you for
the last time, “Run!”
“Look,” she said. And
took a flash light and turned it on and shined it in the direction of the woods
and toward the winged satan animal.
“See? A Peacock,” she said.
“Peacocks don’t fuckin fly, at least I never seen one flyin
and that ain’t no fuckin peacock goddamnit!”
“I guess you’re right because If I had wings and could fly,
I sure wouldn’t be hangin round here all my life, like they have. But they’re peacocks girl. That’s the only time that I have seen them
use their wings is at night. They use
their wings to get themselves into a tree for their safety. If they stayed on the ground the predators
would tear their asses up!” She
started laughin again. And for some
reason, I did too.
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