Wallowing in mud!
That's what all of our Company was doing! Cause a motha fucka in Our company did some shit, unbeknownst ta US of course, but that shit didn't mattah whatsofuckineva! Y'all gotsta be punished! So saith the current "Drill Sergeant"! So here we all were, low crawling through the muck, in callisthenic gear no less! You know? T-shirt, hoodie and joggin pants. And here we all were! Low crawlin!
In AIT (Advanced Individual Training)?!
Cost me one-hundred-twenty-nine dollahs and some change ta replace all of the shit ruined by that muh fuckah! Drill Sergeant Quattalbaum in DINFOS in Fort Harrison, Indianapolis, Indiana.
Here my Black sorry ass was, with a college degree and goin in this bitch as a subsequent NCO cause a nigga can't stand bourgee!
You know? Nigga thinkin!
"I'm's gonna works my Black ass up through the ranks, the proper American way!"
Whatever!
So I said ta myself. fuck this! I want the fuck out!
"Over that!?"
Yes! Muh fuckahs! Over that!
Let me hip you ta some shit if ya sorry ass didn't know it yet.
I went in as a Corporal in Our
United States Army.
Making a loud and proud $240 a month!
Yah heard that right. Speak ta some muh fuckahs. Now this was some twenty-eight years ago.
Shit! I have not a clue what a Corporal makes now in Our United States Army...
(Peace! More to come...)
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