Now, Whatcha Got? (Forty-Seven Years Old, Broke Black Prophet, Near Salvation) November 14, 2013

Everybody has gotten all humanistic with this Affordable Care Act.  Don't it make yah feel all warm, safe and cozy?  I scoff at thee!   Cause ain’t that a bitch!  These mothah fuckahs crack my ass up with their bullshit speak.  Talkin bout what the public really wants and shit and most of the public don’t have but the ones speakin the bullshit sure do.  Best believe that noise.  I’m dealin with a time bomb my damn Broke Black ass self.  I haven’t been able to afford health insurance for fifteen fuckin years, while yah playin.   And you and I both know it’s only a matter of time before something goes wrong inside my old ass body.  That’s a fact mothah fuckin jack! 

Got a bunch of rich ass whiners.  Always whining about something.  They the fuck don’t have a damn solution for the problems but they sure can give their given two cents about the problem, that of course, they don’t want to do a damn thing about.  They want to say, “Just die you no good for nothing poor bastards!”  Oh, they want to say it, but they don’t dare, cause they for damn sure don’t want no damn revolution.  Shit no!

Shit if rich people had their way when the poor folks start complaining about not having any money to pay for their maladies…the wealthy’s solution has been and is, “Well shit Bob!  Let’s start a fuckin war goddamnit!”  The rich feel like a war is a panacea to any and everything that ails yo sorry broke Black or white ass!  And I hate to say it My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, the shit worked. 

But I’m glad to tell those sorry rich mothah fuckahs now: “That dog don’t fuckin hunt no fuckin more!”