REHISTORY

Life aint fair, when a mother tries to feed 4 kids on welfare. We only eat sometimes, thoughts of cannibalism hit the mind cause meat is a luxury.

 She been holding on for so long without the men that spoke love and commitment until her legs opened. Leaving her with sperms as the only memory she has left of them; hence why questions of, where is my daddy? Become hard to answer when the kids ask.

She couldn’t take it anymore, the pressures of 4 kids and no job hung her; as she escaped the pains of 4 crying stomachs, bills up to her neck and only one silver coin in her hand bag. 

By being a slave to an addiction; as she sits on the couch with a rope wrapped tightly around her arm, pulling it tighter and tighter with her teeth;  them sticking a needle full of heroin in her arm, right in front of us.

Take your memories, back to 400 years ago; see the irony of history repeating its self; when black people were slaves and worked all day in the cotton fields.......

I swear once I get money, I am gonna help you mommy.

But I’m only 11, not ready to work, still in school in which by the time I finished elementary, go to high school, them tertiary and them get a job. It will be too late.

So like john’s brother; I put on my timberlands, a coat, plus my favorite hat and hit the street corner where the pimps, drug dealers, prostitutes etc. chill at.....

Mr Mac d said he got a job for me........

To he or she who reads this....you can finish writing this story.

Then you will see how history repeats itself..... For without a proper constructive presents, another nigger’s past is another nigger’s future.

Lebron Spirits