Salty, bitter bile Otis Redding - A Change Is Gonna Come

Am I mean, crazy? I would rather drink my own bitter bile,  than bow to my enemy.  My enemy, a fallen woman , so low , so devious , she refused repentance and demanded loyalty from her many minions at age EIGHTY-SEVEN!

 I WILL NOT TAKE SHIT OFF OF ANY @*%%*#!  My granddaddy taught me better.  Praise the LORD!

Was it the constant never ending (secret) torture? Was a "mean streak" born in me? Is my fierceness the hot blood of Artemus Walters?

They say he always carried a Hawk bill knife and used it quite frequently.  They say he was tall and handsome, quite arrogant. Light enough to pass for "white" he refused to play nigger.

Yes, he was a tenant farmer, never a "sharecropper".  He drove six white horses, a surrey,  wore fine starched white shirts and khaki pants, dress shoes, suspenders. No, Team Walters was a cut above the average "colored".

The idea that "good Christians" take shit off of imps until their dirty little graves, take abominable evil with them to the graves , is a lie from satan's lips.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"