Born a black bastard … Ray Charles "You Don't Know Me"

in 1951 to a demonic whore,  I was abandoned, a "throwed away baby".  Born friendless, motherless, fatherless,  hopeless, I did land in the loving arms of Jerome Walters  for my formative years, I grew strong, determined, tenacious.


I was never allowed to cry, my black,  bastard,  worthless , sorry ass , better not ever shed one motherfucking tear!  We weren't  allowed to come home beat up,  either. If any of us came home crying and complaining about any bully beating us up,  we got our asses beat again.


Yes, our "mother" gave us sound advice. Get you an "equalizer", a weapon, a gun, a knife, a rock, a brick.


Yes, ambush if you have to, lay in wait for the evildoer that harmed you.  They will soon stop.  I know  you all said,  Jesus said; "Turn the other cheek" and all but, since "ya'll" don't exercise as much restraint as you give good Christian advice, I prefer to try my best to salivate you! I fully intend to "learn you."! You won't be molesting me again!

Yes, I will fucking cut your liver out and feed it to you!

Yes, I love Jesus, but I'm not Jesus. Jesus said that even in the last hour I can come into the Kingdom.  So,  I am letting you know, I fully intend  to defend myself against my enemies trying to devour me.   It is better to be judged by twelve than carried by six.

Telling me to wait, to be patient, is the stalling tactic of the evil one.  To wait for what?

To wait on the evil doer to turn righteous, good, holy, honest?  Why should I wait on AmeriKKKa to treat me right when my own mother never did?

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"