𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄

𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐝

GOD-mane….

Look heah. Every since U let dem Horsepital peeples MURDER mah DADDY I began to wonder bout YOU……like U aint even hear mah PRAYERS to KEEP Him heah among da Living.

I C How U are — which is to say U aint SHIT god!!!!

All mah LIFE I have heard U say thru Yo PREACHERS and TEACHERS dat We shood Pray when we really NEED Sumpen and dat U would NOT only HEAR butt ANSWER Us.

Butt mebbe its jes ME — cuz U aint hear shit or mebbe U DID butt U acted like U aint Hear Me.

Ion kno if U was still Salty n trippin cuz me n Ya Boy LUKE had got 2getha and whupped dat Nigga FRED ass in CARONDELET PARK — behind dem Swings.

Butt, see, FRED brought dat on his self for fuckin wit Mah BIG MAMA lil FOOD GARDEN she been tryna keep goin for her TOMATOES/POTATO/CUCUMBERS/SQUASH n whutnot.

And she tole me she had been praying too dat U would keep dem lil bad ass kids of MISS JOHNSON nem dat live down da Street off her shit.

Anyway, I did 90 days in LOCK-UP for dat shit so I had thawt dat was settled….So I KNO u aint holding dat against Me?! Lease I ane think so.

Butt Ion kno bout U no mo, DOG.

Seem like u been on one er since dat day.

U act like we aint kool no mo.

And up til U fucked round and aint sho up when mah Daddy died — u was like DABIG HOMIE to Me.

Butt I C how U is now.

Jes when a Nigga NEED You — U BAIL.

Befo dis, nobody coulda tole me SHIT bout You!!

Cuz I bleeved in U when nobody else did or would.

Cuz I FUCKED wit U like dat is wut I tole Niggaz.

To da point Muthafuckaz thawt I was krazy doe!!

Butt I aint give not ONE Fuck bout WUT nobody THAWT cuz I knew U was REAL widdit.

Now, turns out, IM da FOO.

U done left me holding da BAG like a STOOPID muthafucka!!

I aint never been da type-a-Nigga to be da BAG HOLDER for NOBODY.

Dat aint how I gits down.

YET dats ezackly how U set me up.

Afta all da BRAGGIN I was doing on U — this how U doo me!! Yo Nigga?!

Now Niggaz axing me all kinda QUESTIONS now n shit bout YOU n wutnot dat I dont wanna answer. Fo Real.

Ion Blame nobody butt me cuz I shoulda known U would pull sum shit like this frum dat time I ast U for-a-Bike way bak when I was a SHAWTY and it never showed up.

So I had 2 STEAL one instead.

I shooda KNOWN den U was LAME.

Butt NAH I kept on Thinking and Bleeving in YO shit.

And mostly dat was how we was raised by mah Mama n Daddy.

U dont QUESTION GOD bout wut HE do dey said.

He always LATE butt RITE ON TIME is da shit er body nem useta say.

So I grew up bleeving dat too.

Even doe I neva got dat BIKE-ya digg.

Den U let dat Big ass country-fed white boy knock me off mah BIKE I had stolen AND let him take it. Butt den when I TOOK it bak I got in trubble wit DEM PEEPLES!!

See how U do me??!!

Dey aint bleeve mee butt Dey bleeved da white boy. Made me give da shit bak!!!!

I PRAYED n I Prayed bout dat to U too.

Butt guess wut?!

U aint give-a-FUCK!!

Butt mah DUMB ass kept rite on fuckin wit U.

Meanwile U was showing me yo ENTIRE ass doe.

Now mah DADDY Dead n shit.

Cuz despite it all–and even tho He KNEW how U was he STILL kept da FAITH and kept HOPE ALIVE.

Da same wit mah MAMA — hoo ironickally DIED wile she was on her KNEES Praying to YOU or Yo Son J.C — hoo has also prooved to be a AINT SHIT Nigga!!

I SWEAR: Im jes really DISAPPOINTED and SICK of BOFF of yall for real.

I TRUST MONEY mo den either one of yall now.

And da Day a MAN gotta Trust CASH Over GOD is sum sad/sad shit.

Butt U got yo name all ova dat shit too doe!!

Yet n still: I tell U wut doe–MONEY has been BETTER to ME than YOU have.

And I should not have to say dat.

Butt I do cuz its TRUE.

And wuts even SADDER is MUCH Money I done gave You on SUNDAYS!!

And I aint tom bout not jes ONE SUNDAY.

Im tom bout ERRY Sunday I went in mah POCKETS and TITHED major LOOT to Yo ass in dem Collection Plates!!

Damn near PAID For Mah SINS on sum CHEERFUL GIVER Shit.

Butt soon as I hit a LICK & a PRAYER and NEED you-U aint NO WHERE to Be Fount!!

Mane — U got me FUCKED Up.

Butt U Kno WUT??!!

Its not jes YOU.

Its ALL you Muthafuckaz dat kall Ya Self Gods.

YOU/ALLAH/JEHOVAH/YAHWEH/MORONI….all yall.

Erry Last ONE of YALL aint shit butt a LAME NAME Full of GAME hoo always FAT MOUFIN bout SERVING Yall.

Well all yall kan KISS MAH HAPPY NAPPY BLACK ASS for never being round when a NIGGA really and TRULY Needs Yall da MOST.

SIN-cerely,

Yo Useta Be Nigga….

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