An' y'all can guess what happen
next -- we was handed a beatin' I'll be damned if'n I ever forget
it. Weren't the worst I had -- leas' I din't have to break me
offa piece a my ass -- but me an' Del lucky we's alive, the way
they roll us, yo.
That bein' a few years ago, That
Cavortin' Bastard had himdelf the time to think shit out:
An' scope alotta crap:
An' the pile I'm a seein', Whitey,
is somethin' like this: Del was talkin' the Truth.
He ain't talkin' Lord Jesus himdelf
-- he ain't even talkin about that "love thy brother"
line.
Del was talkin' 'bout how y'all
picture Cracka Jesus, yo. How you draw 'im. How you portray
'im.
An' they ain' no doubt 'bouts it
-- Cracka Jesus is a playa a the flesh flute.
Cuz, he is doe-eyed, yo. He always
has them feminine lips puffin' out. He gots himself a waist like
all y'all bootyless Spook fems. Cuz he always chuckin' some guy
under his chin like he gonna kiss the fool.
Cuz y'all drewed
'im up that way, Whitey.
A brotha? A brotha draw up the
Lord Jesus Christ, and you get yodelf a man. A strong
man. A man who'll kick yo ass if you don' do the right thang,
yo. Scope it for yodelf...
Our Jesus ain' no made-up
ho, yo. Our Jesus ain' about to cry, yeah. Our
Jesus ain' about to swallow down no dawg. An' our Jesus
ain' cuddly-like with no sheep or goats.
Cuz we kept our
Jesus real. He ain't plastered on no vases an' etchin's an' drawin's
an' paintin's an' whatever else an' artist wanna sell you cuz
he knows you's buyin'. Damn artists, they makes versions
a Jesus to sell ya -- Serious Jesus, Happy Jesus, Damnation Jesus,
Boxin'
Jesus...
A Brotha or Sista
gots, at most, one picture a Jesus in our homes, an' it's serious
shit.
Whitey? Whitey
plasters Cracka Jesus all over the place. Glass
collectibles,
billboards, t-shirts -- wherever y'all can
see an' show off yo latest Jesus acquisitions, yo.
An' the artists,
shit, the artists only knowed that Jesus be a) lovin', b) forgivin'
an' c) WHITE. With only them three criteria, no wonder most times
a Cracka Jesus comes out, it a pic of a fine bitch with a beard.
Or just some silly bastard, yeah.
You think if Whitey
Jesus was wanderin' around the Midwest or Deep South he wouldn't
get whacked again? Think again, yo. Mr. Yahoo an' Mr. Redneck
would lift Jesus higher than any cross could with a down-home
lynchin'.
Not that that would
happen, dough. Nah, Jesus would get lynched, yeah, but not cuz
he Cracka Jesus. Nah, he'd get jacked cuz Jesus be black, yo.
Peace to all y'all,
--
That Cavortin' Bastard
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