Ghost of Christmas Past/ Fool's Gold

I love Haze!!

Who's wit me?

Isn't Marijuana the best shit since the libraries in Ancient Africa before they were raped by the likes of Romans and Persians?

We lost a great musical genius a few days ago. Although he's been fuckin' lost for quite some decades now. See what niggas don't understand is I, like alot of people, didn't give a fuck about Mike at the time of his death. I didn't do that shit. The media didn't do that shit. Them lil' white boys ain't do that shit. Them fat twins on the mopeds in his movie didn't do that shit. Mike did that shit. Mike fucked hisself in the ass. The media only did it's job by reporting what the fuck was goin' on. The media isn't all innocent either.

Vitiligo my sweaty balls. I don't believe that shit for a minute. Let's say it's true, you tellin' me this nigga went out and got a white nose, a white chin, white bone structure, and white boys to match his skin? Wit Puerto Rican hair. That nigga buggin'.

Mike, Mike, Mike. What can I say that hasn't already been said.

Now, it's not the fuckin' boys that upsets me with Mike (my siblings and I are Black and from the hood, so we were relatively safe from Mike). I'm not gonna just run wit the major opinion of him. My personal gripe against Mike is that this nigga consistently didn't give a fuck about Black people. Or at least that's what his actions led me to believe. This nigga stayed on the T.V. helping some white child and/or family. Let me give you an example from my own personal experience.

In the winter of 1999/2000, during Xmas season, I was 15 and working in F.A.O Schwarz on fifth ave. in Manhattan. I was working in the "Action" section. Half of the "Action" section was dedicated to "Star Wars: Episode 4" because it was just released to VHS and DVD. One of my co-workers name was Jonas and the junior manager ( which is only a sales representative who tells afuckinlot) was Tabitha. Anybody on the floor wore white work t-shirts, managers and up wore white work polo shirts, and stock wore black work shirts. No, the giant piano from the movie "Big" with Tom Hanks was no longer part of the floor. I'm only giving you so much detail as to corroborate this event.

One day, the store closes an hour or two earlier than normally. Then began the whispers of Micheal Jackson being in the store. I did't believe one word of it. Micheal Jackson. Imagine that! I figured he do like some other celebrities which is sit in the office where the employees who helped the celebrities were stationed and pick and choose from a catalogue of toys available from F.A.O Schwarz. At the time, I was just beginning to form my personal opinion about Mike. Fuck Mike! I ain't sayin' shit to that nigga.

A few minutes after that thought, a family of blue-eyed, blonde-haired white niggas come strollin' through the "Action" section. I kid you not. These niggas couldn't have been drawn more perfect than Hitler himself. Well, that damn sure ain't look like Mike, Tito, and 'em. Than comes this nigga standin' all of 5'6"/5'7" weighin less than a 5th grader. For all the shit I was talkin to myself, when I seen that nigga, I released all 32 teeth. Beamin like a faggot in Dicksie Land. "How you doin', Mike?" The nigga just smiled and nodded. At the time, this nigga was like an immortal to me. Couldn't believe it. I also seen Robin Givens sexxxy ass, Will Sasso, and probably some other white actors and actressses I didn't recognize at the time.

Point is that Mike shut down a fifth fuckin' ave. store to grant one white family a shopping spree. Kind person that Mike is, he had his allegiance fucked up. If you're readin this and sayin', "It's not about Black or White", then you are obviously not Black or Black in a comfortable financial position.

Mike seem to do everything in his fuckin power to make it seem like he wasn't Black. By denying his African heritage, he told me and all other Black people of this world, "FUCK YOU!!!" So from the bottom of my fuckin' heart, dead or alive, let me be the first or millionth person to publicly say FUCK YOU, TOO, MICHEAL JACKSON.

And I know he's reading this. Who convienietly dies right after they sell out on a European tour? I don't remember this nigga havin' heart trouble. This nigga danced. That's one of the best exercises a person can do.

After reading this you may say he doesn't like White people. It's not about that. It's no secret that Black entertainers should take a more active approach in helping impoverished communities. And I'm not talkin' about donating money or starting an orginization in your name. I'm sayin' as much time as a Black entertainer spends in front of the camera, he should spend just as much time helping our communities ON CAMERA. Whether you want to be or not, you fuckin entertainers are role models. People mimic and adore you. If you don't want to be role-models, let's trade salaries. I'll do it.

For all my faggot friends out there, I have nothing against you. I mean as much harm sayin "faggot" as I do "nigga". But keep that shit to your self. You have certain areas in different cities troughout the country where a majority of the people inhabiting the city are faggots. That is your stomping ground. That is the place you can approach other men for dates or say slick, sexual comments. You can let your whole ass hang out in these areas. Rightfully so, if I don't want to see men kissing and flirting with each other, and hairy man-ass hangin outta girl shorts, I'll stay away from these areas. Respect the fact that most people don't want to see that. Got nothin against you. Got nothin against dogs either; still wouldn't want to see one fuckin' a human being. Certain shit just don't sit right on the psych. As a large quantity, you guys are fairly new. Give us a chance to warm up to you before you thrust belly-shirts and peirced nipples in our faces.

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