My personal Shout out to Nzinga. My bestest friend in the Masjid Lol. Please don't bite me for this N I had to do it though... Love ya. (She gonna preach to me for this thats why I love her...lol) Salaams and BOMBSFuck you want me say???!!! You want me to tell you some BULLSHIT??!! O.K, I’ll tell you some bullshit! You ready? Good. I like taking barefoot walks on the beach and I go to Masjid every Friday, the Synagogue every Saturday, and church every Sunday. I made my mother so proud! I graduated from Columbia University with a 4.0 average. I work at a white color job off of Wall Street collecting a three figure salary. I’m married to Catherine Zeta Jones—we sip Ouzo every night and play with each other’s toes—with three kids. A white house, pickett fence, dog named Precious and so and so…. Yea, right okay I’m done telling you what you want to hear. Now Im’a keep it real. I was born and raised in Brooklyn. I was born and raised MUSLIM. My mother is Puerto Rican—you know Goya beans in the cabinet for days—my father was African American—you understand, fried chicken for days. I consider myself African American, I don’t know any Spanish besides how to say, “damn mami you look good†I think you say that something like, “mami chulo yo cholo cucchie linda de,ah, ah, (starching my head) ah ummmm can I get ya number†The Puerto Rican girls go crazy when I do that, they look at me all confused in awww, then they walk away( they aint ready, {laughing}) Yea, but ah, anyway; I am currently working as a research analysis for a small, up and coming non-profit called Youthline America. Don’t ask me what I research exactly, because I can’t precisely answer that (watch the illiterate mother fuckers ask me anyway). I love children, the one you call “bad childrenâ€. The ones in foster homes, group homes, detention and all that good stuff. Don’t leave a little girl at my door that grew up in the Hamptons that’s going to ask me about her sweet sixteen birthday party like those little spoiled kids on VH1. I don’t like obnoxious spoiled kids, that’s right I said it: I don’t like spoiled kids!!! Don’t get it twisted there are spoiled kids in the hood too, you see them they’re the ones that will walk over to you in the Barber shop and kick you then when you pull their ear they run to hucchie mama and cry, then mama drops her chicken wing she was sucking on and takes out her earnings talking about: “you hit my son?â€. Well, those are the people I look at like WHOA! But kids are my thing. ANYTHING FOR THE KIDS is my favorite line. My childhood was no “barefoot walk on the beach†ya know? So I assume that’s where all that comes from. If I could start all over I would, not too far back though, I don’t want to tell Lincoln to duck or sing the blues with Cab Calloway, a couple of years would suffice, you with me? If your still reading this I must be entertaining you, or maybe ya ass just being nosey sitting at your computer squinting your eyes reading line after line frowning. Whatever. Well, I think I’m quite done here. Oh, look out for my book this Halloween. Buy my shit. Peace and Love"; I edited my profile at Freeweblayouts.net , check out these Myspace Layouts!
