So, they say… a black man is a pimp.
Well, let me tell you this. The biggest pimp on planet Earth…is her mama.
Think about it.
It’s her mama that told her, “Get a man that got a good job, girl! Make sure he got a good car, girl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you something, girl!”
Whatever happened to just falling in love with a n—a with a bus pass?!? Just cause you love the dude?!?
But NOOOO. I gotta be the pimp m—erf–ker! I gotta be the player!
Let me tell you something. The biggest hoes on planet Earth are walking through your neighborhood RIGHT NOW.
Woman, you KNEW when you got with the dude, he already had a woman. You KNEW he already had a family.
But what happened? You f–ked him anyway.
And then when you thought you gonna lose ol’ boy, what happened?
Oh, let me guess. You went and got pregnant. Didn’t you bitch, DIDN’T YOU?
Where I’m from , we call that the old “Keep A N–a Baby.”
(Which is effed up on so many levels. I’d hate to ever think I coulda have been called that. But I digress)
And then, when boy boy ain’t around (because he knew to stop f–king with your crazy, deranged, unstable ass), what do you tell the child?
Probably something along the lines of , “Aww that n—a ain’t shit! That’s why your daddy ain’t here…cause that n—a ain’t shit!”
I have a better idea. You’re probably not gonna like it, which means I know it’s a good idea.
How about being a woman, and telling the kid the truth?
TELL THE KID!
“Momma was a hoe, I was weekend p—y, I had you to keep the dude, it didn’t work out and that’s why he ain’t here. But he’s a good dude. After all, he takes care of his REAL family. I was just a dumb broad, trying to keep a dude that I wanted.”
Sometimes, the gospel hurts, but that’s why it’s the gospel.
– William H. Strafe