I can run down the rows of tender green, still fragrant, very pungent, tobacco, catching a short ride as my granddaddy "cropped his tobacco". I can cherish ever moment, review it in my mind as granddaddy advised the whole family ;
'Nevah! nevah sell duh land! Ni, daughter I done deeded yo' third , wid duh house. I have life time rights, but it is youze…but don't you eva' sell it…DONT NUN OF YOU NIGGAS EVA' SELL DUH LAND AFTER IM GONE EITHER! Land is the only wealth there is. Plus I spent my whole life clearing this land.
I had dat pond dug so you niggas will hab some whur to go fish, tuh picnic. i got orchards, vineyards, pecan trees, I grow my own worms, red wigglers…STUDY! Show yo'sef approved. Duh giv'ment ain't gon' nevah gi' no nigga' nuttin'… nutting' but a hard way to go and a shawt time to make it.
A 'ho! It is always some fucking 'ho! Sampson and Deliah, Porgy and Bess, shit I don't know. But , you better be careful. You better pay attention.
MY MOTHER WAS NOT BY HERSELF!
While you are running, too good to know, don't want to know, one of these Mathy Jane heifers is going to get your son or your daughter is going to turn into one. No, this is not a racial tng. tis is not just a black occurrence. This is spiritual. I would pray over it., I sure would.
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