"I Heard It Through The Grapevine"

I still don't know if I earned my reputation or if certain defense tactics and mechanisms were pushed upon me.

I was always known as mean by friend and foe alike. I carried a loaded pistol everywhere I went in southwest Atlanta.

Was my need to arm myself real or planted? I know I don't play "being fucked-wid".   I am not now, nor have I ever been a shrinking violet.  I'm no lady! Fuck being a lady! Pay me MUTHAFUCKER!

I wonder if I think,  the way I think ,  because my grandfather taught me better? Taught me how to load and clean a twenty-two rifle when I was eight years old. Instructed me to never take shit off of anyone. Period!

Or is it because I come from a family known to shoot you? At least cut you. I still feel that way. Fuck with me if you want to, I'm not waiting on "GOD". You are getting straight fucked up! Immediately!

Yes! You may whoop my ass but, you are going to have to bring some ass to get some ass. Just how badly do you want my ass? Will I do anything? Will I ambush you? Try to fucking salivate you? Yes!

Why? I'm hue-man! I'm not Jesus! I'm fucking feed up! I'm jaded! I'm mad! When a muthafucker dumb as muthafucking tRump can be President of the muthafucking United States , it's over!

Nero fucking fiddled! And this bastard is fucking golfing!

I'm glad I made it to old!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"